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"May God bless you. [Full text reading] Miss." Mendoza whispered, "I will try my best. Don't worry, have the courage to wait for the good news! Goodbye, miss."
The layout of the auction room is very simple. It is basically a platform slightly higher than the ground. The platform is covered with a woolen blanket, which is somewhat similar to the T stage for costume performances in the old time and space.
A specially called spotlight shines on the stage, making the surroundings appear increasingly dark and mysterious.
The guests all sat on the chairs around them, and the maids brought trays of refreshing drinks and distributed several limited editions of South Sea cigars. The flame of the cigar flickered in the darkness, and the ice cubes hit the glass, making a slight crisp sound. Whispers could be heard in the venue, but the sounds were very low, like the muffled sound of a swarm of bees.
Marina sat in the pen near the catwalk. There were several benches for the slave girls to rest. The slave girls' hair had been untied and spread down their backs, and they were wearing the same white dress as hers. However, Marina could no longer care about feeling humiliated. Her eyes had adapted to the light, and she carefully searched the venue. Buyers like Europeans.
At this time, Fang Fei was smoking a cigar in a corner: he had a wife, so naturally he couldn't participate in the auction. However, his interest in beauties or foreign horses is not as high as that of other veterans - he has been engaged in exhibition work for many years and has come into contact with too many Chinese and Western showgirls. In his own words, let alone eating, they are boring to watch. .
In his opinion, these S-class maids, including the S-class maids currently selected from Shandong refugees by Zhu Mingxia in the purification camp, were inferior to any group of showgirls he had ever used. Something as basic as nutritional levels is hard to beat.
But the matter is now his job. Since it is a job, it must be done 100% well. Especially such a big event - everything involving the personal life of a senator is a big event. Moreover, according to the opinions of the Executive Committee and the General Office, similar S-level maids will be auctioned in the future. For this reason, the General Office is planning a new veteran service organization. As a subordinate agency of the General Office, it is specialized in undertaking such work. I heard that Lao Hong is very interested in this project. Although he is in Hong Kong, his mail will be on the liner arriving at Bopu from Hong Kong every day. It seems like they are actively planning something.
His staff - he habitually calls them "assistants" - are waiting behind him at any time to listen to his instructions. Although the auction will start soon, Fang Fei is a person who pays great attention to details and will pay attention to details at any time. New instructions will be issued. He snapped his fingers, and an assistant immediately stepped forward.
"Did you give them water?"
"I drank a glass of water before setting off."
"Now give them each a cup of iced coffee." Fang Fei sniffed. "Tell the people in the office to get some more ice cubes and put them around the display stand. The temperature here is a bit high. By the way. Call the assistant over at the female slave pen!"
Iced coffee and ice cubes are used to reduce the sweating of female slaves - Caucasian people have strong body odor, the light on the catwalk is strong and the temperature is high, sweating too much can easily emit unpleasant odors. As for coffee itself, it can provide a certain stimulant effect. Get their spirits up. Stay in top shape.
"Yes, director." The assistant went immediately. After a while, the assistant responsible for taking care of the female slave walked over quickly.
"Why do you put all their hair down?" Fang Fei asked him, "The hair is too much and too thick, as if they were wearing a shawl!"
The assistant quickly defended:
"Director, I want to show the chiefs their beautiful hair - you said before that the chiefs all like maids with long hair..."
"But they prefer their maids to have delicate necks, round shoulders and beautiful smooth backs. If you ask them to let their hair down, it's like letting them wear an extra coat. Do you know?" Fang Fei said coldly. .
"Yes, director. I will change it immediately!" the assistant said tremblingly. Even though Chief Fang is elegant and fair, he is merciless when he scolds women - not to mention that Chief Fang usually shows some mercy to female naturalized workers when he sees them.
"You have quite a professional idea..." A voice came from the darkness.
"It's my job to train showgirls." Fang Fei didn't take it seriously and stood up to greet him. The person who came was the Minister of Health. He had a cigar in his mouth and was lighting it.
Shi Niaoren did not participate in the lottery and naturally did not intend to bid. The main purpose of his visit was to observe the race and physiological structure of the female slaves in order to reserve more information for the Ministry of Health's eugenics research.
"Actually, although showgirls and female slaves have different identities, they are also the result of female objectification." Minister Shi seemed to be quite emotional.
"What? Minister Shi, are you planning to buy one too?"
"Me?" Shi Niaoren shook his head, "I don't have any plans for the moment - by the way, when I was a graduate student in America, I was still full of energy, and I was not unmoved by the bulging ocean horses. After spending money in Vegas, it was regarded as a luxury, but now I have no interest..." As he spoke, he stroked his forehead, which was beginning to show signs of aging, "I'm old, I'm old..."
"You can be considered middle-aged at most, why are you old? It's important to get a few more maids and give birth to a few more babies!" Fang Fei joked, "Why don't you ask Liu San to help you take your pulse and prescribe some nourishing medicine."
Shi Niaoren shook his head: "Forget it about Liu San, that witch doctor who pretends to be a magician. I have really become Lei Feng since D-Day... When I opened my eyes, all I could think about were the elders' affairs, but my own affairs. I'm not interested anymore. I'm worried that the Ministry of Health for Maternal and Child Health Care won't be able to keep up with the needs of the situation by proposing women in such a big way."
The first baby boom has arrived, and no matter how much the seniors complained about the quality of the first batch of maids allocated, the results are not small. Starting from Tang Menglong's son, there have been more than fifty "Yuan" maids born. Second Generation" and dozens of maids are pregnant. Ai Beibei is kept busy every day.
"Speaking of which, why didn't the slave girl shave her head this time?" Shi Niaoren asked, "Many parasites cannot be completely eliminated without shaving their body hair!"
"Last time, the elders had an opinion, saying that it was difficult to judge beauty and ugliness after shaving the hair, so we planned to do a second round of purification this time." Fang Fei explained, "After the distribution is completed, the second round of purification will be carried out."
"The bad taste of these otakus!" Chief Toki couldn't help but muttered.
The assistant here returned to the pen and immediately called a few maids to instruct them to pull up the hair of these slave girls and fix it with hairpins and ribbons.
Marina allowed them to dress up, but her eyes kept trying hard to scan the buyers in the dark light. The priest promised her that he would persuade an Italian painter to bid for her, and he would buy her no matter how high the price was. But as far as she could see, there was no trace of a European other than Mendoza.
Could it be that the priest had failed to convince him, or that the Italian had temporarily become timid? Marina thought anxiously.
"What are you looking at?" Suddenly a female slave beside her asked, "Do you know anyone here?"
"Do you speak Spanish?" Marina asked in surprise, suddenly realizing that she spoke too loudly, she quickly lowered her voice and repeated it.
The slave girl who spoke was a petite girl with blond hair and blue eyes. Her face was calm and serene. She said, "A little bit...can you speak Portuguese?"
"Yes, yes." Marina said in Portuguese, "Who are you? How could you fall into the hands of the Australians?"
"What is an Australian?" the girl asked.
"This is an Australian place."
"I don't know... I was captured by the Barbary pirates." She sighed. "My ship was attacked by them during an expedition to the Cape Verde Islands. Then I was sent to Basra, and then there Here." She looked around curiously, "I have never heard of any Australians in this world - judging from their appearance, aren't they typical East Asians? They look almost Tatar. Is this Asia?"
Marina was happy to have a fellow prisoner to talk to, but she was a little annoyed by her indifferent expression: "You don't seem to care about being a slave. Have you never thought about running away?"
"Escape? It's been more than a year since I was captured. I don't even know where I am on the earth." The girl said helplessly.
At this time, the maids brought iced coffee, and no one refused it except Marina - Marina suspected that there were illicit drugs in it. I didn't drink because I felt sick to my stomach.
"Aha! It's coffee!" The blonde girl seemed to be happy, "But it's not the same as Arabic coffee." She tasted it carefully.
"What? You know this drink."
"This is a drink that Turks like to drink." The blonde girl seemed very proud of her knowledge, "Arabs and Turks both drink this. It can cheer people up." She looked at the buyers in the audience, "I didn't expect this. Yes!"
Marina's attitude toward the girl was nothing short of dumbfounded: she didn't seem to realize the horror of her situation.
The auction of female slaves began, and the venue was in good order. When everyone's attention was focused on the catwalk, Mendoza quietly appeared again. She said a few words to the maid guarding the female slaves, and then She was taken aside alone.
"Look, that's Mr. Trini." She motioned her to look over there with her eyes. "I've made an agreement with him. He will do his best."
"Thank you very much for your help." Sure enough, she saw a Latin-looking European sitting far away from the stage. He was neatly dressed and looking here. (To be continued. Please read.)
