Turdan is undoubtedly one of the largest slave owners in the slave market. His shop is located in the center of the market. There is an endless stream of nobles coming in and out of the shop, which shows that his business is quite prosperous.
Song Che and his servants pushed a cart carrying five corpses and stopped at the door of his shop. Although the corpses were covered with white cloth, their feet were still exposed. Because they were decapitated with a single knife, blood seeped into the cart and dripped to the ground from time to time. Still quite scary and unlucky.
Pedestrians took detours one after another, not daring to look directly.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? You brought so many corpses here in broad daylight and you can't let people do business!" Two shop assistants rushed out to drive them away.
Song Che refused to leave, and only said loudly: "You can let people pretend to be sick to disturb my business, so I can't bring the body to you? This is what I call treating others with their own treatment."
The store clerk looked at the rows of corpses and couldn't make up his mind. One of them stayed to watch, while the other went back to the store to report.
After a while, Tourdan rushed out with a few strong men holding sticks, cursing, "Mom, what kind of guy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth dares to come and act wild in front of my shop!"
After seeing Song Che and sizing him up a few times, he exclaimed, "It's you!"
"Yes, it's me," Song Che said coldly: "I won't be polite to you today. I made it clear that I came to settle accounts with you."
Then he lifted the shroud violently, and found five decapitated corpses lying upright on the cart. The rich smell of blood and the tragic appearance made people gasp and gag.
Turdan was so frightened that he took a few steps back. He never thought that just by looking for trouble, five lives would be lost.
"You, you, you... what do you mean, he, he, he... who are they? I, I, I... I don't know them!"
It was difficult for him to speak clearly.
"Stop making excuses. Before they were punished, everything you did was revealed. It was you who sent them to my shop to pretend to be sick and blackmail you!"
Song Che grabbed the five heads, walked towards Turdan step by step, pointed at his nose and cursed: "I told you before, I am not someone you can afford to mess with. Today these five heads are the best." Proof, continue!”
He threw the head at Turdan, who was so frightened that Turdan sat on the ground and crawled back, "Kick these dead heads away, kick these dead heads away!"
Facing the bloody heads, the guys turned pale with horror.
Song Che took advantage of the situation and glared at him: "The middle of the month is the sixtieth birthday of your Great Khan, and Song also has a place! Turdan, I will definitely accuse the Great Khan of your abomination at the banquet. When the time comes, you He will also be like these five guys who don't know what to do, and they will fall to the ground!"
"ah!"
Turdan was completely shocked by this momentum. He quickly stepped forward to hold Song Che's hand and apologized: "Boss Song, it's me who is narrow-minded and short-sighted. You don't remember the faults of villains. Let me go." This time!"
Song Che shook off Tourdan's hand, turned sideways and snorted: "If apologizing is useful, then why should I apologize?"
Turdan was stunned and suddenly realized: "Boss Song, what you mean is..."
Song Che said coldly: "Where can anyone apologize under the roof without even having a cup of good tea?"
"Ah, I was negligent. I was negligent. Mr. Song, hurry up and invite me inside. There will be good wine and tea!"
Turdan invited Song Che into the back hall and ordered his servants to prepare tea for him.
"Mr. Song, this is your Jiangnan Longjing tribute tea. I heard that your emperor drank this. I keep it as a treasure on weekdays. If it weren't for the distinguished guests, I would never take it out to brew." Tourdan smiled. He pushed the tea cup in front of Song Che.
Song Che picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said straight to the point: "I won't be too close to you. In recent days, my milk tea business has continued to be booming, so I was thinking of opening four more branches. But because I didn't have enough manpower, I wanted to come to you to buy it. Twenty slaves.”
Turdan agreed wholeheartedly, and then asked: "What kind of slave does Boss Song want? Height, age, weight, race..."
Song Che said: "The milk tea shop naturally requires a young woman who is clever, flexible, careful, and has a beautiful appearance. Oh, by the way, it is best to be from Liang, so that it will be easier to communicate with me."
Turdan said: "If Boss Song wants female slaves, he should go to the 'Xianglou'. Most of the slaves I have are strong male slaves."
"Xianglou?" Song Che asked, "But a brothel?"
Turdan shook his head and said: "Xianglou, like my shop, is an intermediary place. You can find all kinds of female slaves from them."
Is pimping just pimping? What about an intermediary?
"I don't care about the fragrant building or the smelly building. In short, the purpose of my coming today is to select twenty qualified female slaves to go back and help. And I don't have enough ransom at the moment. I need Boss Tu to help advance the payment, but you can rest assured. , when I make enough money, I will pay it back to you;"
When Song Che said this, he raised his eyebrows at Turdan, "Do you understand what I mean?"
Turdan muttered: "Twenty high-quality female slaves are not a small sum of money..."
Song Che smiled slightly: "But it's definitely not as valuable as your head."
Turdan's face twitched and he said bitterly: "You Liang people are all good at doing business. Sigh... Okay, then I will take Boss Song to Xianglou, and Boss Song will finish picking out what you want. After becoming a slave, I will pay.”
"Without further ado, let's go now."
…
Xianglou.
Not fragrant at all.
Nine out of ten people who enter the building to make purchases are men.
The one or two female customers who occasionally appear are also madams in the brothel. They sell the old prostitutes to Xianglou, who then sells them to rich people's homes as slaves at a lower price.
In the slave market, ugly women are more fortunate, at least they don't have to sell their bodies.
"Oh, Lord Turdan, what kind of wind brought you here today?"
As soon as Song Che and the others entered the door, a plump middle-aged woman with heavy makeup walked in front of them. No matter how rich the spices were, it was difficult to cover up the body odor on her body.
"Isn't this because I miss you? My little beauty!"
Turdan was also very rude, and pinched the woman's buttocks. One was extremely vulgar, and the other was coquettish and slutty. It was a match made in heaven... but others looked at her and it hurt their eyes.
"Actually, I'm here to introduce business to you." Turdan pointed to Song Che beside him.
The mother-sang circled around Song Che. She tried hard to spread her charm and scent, trying to attract the attention of the opposite sex like an animal.
Song Che felt sick in his heart and tried not to spit it out.
