A forced smile appeared on the lady's face.
To get a job serving VIP guests in the box, she bribed the manager with nearly all the food in her house.
It stands to reason that a big shot who can sit in a box will be interested in her no matter what. If things don't work out, she can vent her anger, burn a cigarette butt and hit her a few times.
"If you don't take me away, or there are no traces on me..."
The management of the Polaka auction is extremely ruthless.
As long as you can provide emotional value to your guests, you are useful.
If the guest doesn't want to touch you, it means that the work is wrong.
If you want to earn rewards from your guests, you have to do your best.
As a newcomer, she only has one chance.
She was even arranged here because she was young enough and had good temperament and appearance.
There is no value, which means that she can only serve the guests on the first floor.
Death and disability are commonplace.
Few squires survived more than a year.
Even if she was transferred to the first floor, she couldn't accept it.
The first-floor workers would survive, but their families would starve to death.
The final outcome is to become a member of the slave cave, and the final outcome is to either die or become furniture.
Gao Tian gave a wry smile, and Zhang Tie on the side couldn't help but sigh.
Mo Ling habitually lay in Lin An's arms and silently looked at the girl of her own age.
"Lin An."
"I hate it here..."
Silent.
Lin An expressionlessly stepped over her, and Zhang Tie and the others behind him didn't say anything and had no choice but to follow.
On the smooth marble floor, the lady looked desperately at Lin An's retreating back.
It was bone-chillingly cold beneath me.
She silently wiped away her tears and couldn't help but bend her knees and hold her head in her arms and cry.
Before the disaster, she was the apple of her family's eye, a high-achieving student who attracted much attention in school and was loved by her teachers.
My father died a year ago, and my mother could only earn a meager amount of food by sewing in the outer city.
My younger brother became disabled when he joined the food search team.
I thought that the opportunity to sell a switch would fill my family's stomach.
She had given up all dignity for this opportunity.
Do you hate Lin An?
have no idea.
Lin An did nothing wrong, and to some extent he was even the best customer she had ever seen.
But, it doesn't make sense.
I can't let myself live.
She would rather Lin An was a disgusting villain and a psychopathic slave owner.
After wiping away her tears, she prepared to put on the so-called clothes with red eyes.
In this world of cannibals, you may apply to become furniture, or you may satisfy those people, and you may even be able to get a bite of food for your family to survive.
In sadness and despair, she tremblingly held the door and stood up.
Under bare feet, there was something strange coming from the soles of my feet.
A crushed cigarette rolled on the floor.
...
At the entrance of the auction, Lin An waited patiently for the party to lead the way after signing the transaction confirmation.
Neither he nor Lemming knew where the high-end hotel prepared by the auctioneer was.
It was impossible to take Anna back to the hotel where she stayed before, that would be too suspicious.
Guests dressed in gorgeous and high-end clothes walked out lazily, and many of them were satisfied and discussed loudly with their purchased collections.
Several slave owners with obviously higher status came towards Lin An with their men:
"Sir Special Envoy, I am the deputy leader of the Skeleton Slave Group. This is my business card."
"Sir, I am the quartermaster of Mantes Security Zone. Maybe we will have a chance to cooperate in the future."
Business cards made of pure gold were handed over, with personal information engraved on them.
After the disaster, jewelry and gold were so cheap that many rich people even used gold jewelry to pave their floors.
The special envoy played by Lin An is too generous, especially the attitude he shows can't help but make many people think.
Maybe the senior officials of Polaka didn't care about him, but for other small forces or slave owners, Lin An was definitely worth their friendship.
After coldly rejecting the dinner invitation from this group of people, a middle-aged man in military uniform smiled friendly at Lin An:
"I am the commander of the Second Army of the Trojan Mark Security Zone. It is an honor to meet the special envoy here."
"Thank you also for helping me get out of my bad temper."
Unlike other slave owners, the man in front of him was probably the highest-ranking being present.
The commander of the Mark Security Zone saw a trace of doubt in Lin An's eyes and explained nonchalantly:
"The special envoy may not know something. I personally had conflicts with Durandi in private."
"That kid is very tough. I've wanted to beat him up for a long time."
"It's a pity that I am busy with military duties and cannot be as free and easy as you, the special envoy."
With a hint, Commander Mark looked at Lin An vaguely:
"Sir Envoy, our hotel seems to be the same."
"Haha, if you are interested, can you watch the slave arena with me at night?"
"I heard that Polaka has brought thousands of zombies to the city, and they are all healthy!"
"Tsk, the last time I watched a battle between humans and corpses was half a year ago. It was really exciting..."
Lin An frowned slightly, but still chose to decline.
Although Mark has a high status, he may know a lot of secrets in this world.
But he knew too little, and this Mark obviously wanted to test him.
It's not impossible to capture him by force and interrogate him, but it's still worse than capturing Polaka.
There's no need to add extraneous details, it's just one night anyway.
Seeing that Lin An declined his invitation, Commander Mark couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his eyes.
Then he smiled nonchalantly.
He just looked thoughtfully at Mo Ling held by Lin An.
Hidden under the gorgeous black robe, Mo Ling looks small.
Soon, under the envious eyes of the crowd, the person in charge of the auction respectfully handed over two room cards to Lin An, who was running all the way.
The person in charge, who looked like a butler in a tuxedo, hesitated for a moment, then pointed at a lady and asked:
"Sir, the lady in your box said that you are very satisfied with her service."
"If Record is comfortable, we can arrange in advance for her to receive you the next time you come."
"Or if you have any needs tonight, just use the intercom phone to contact us."
"Besides, you can rest assured that she's clean."
Lin An turned his head slightly and looked at the girl with pleading eyes.
On the white collarbone, a scar from a cigarette burn was extremely conspicuous.
In order to make the effect more realistic, she not only burned herself but also twisted her chest.
Without saying anything else, Lin An just nodded casually.
He threw the cigarette.
The other ladies surrounding the girl saw the manager confirming the request, and couldn't help but look at the scar on the girl's collarbone with jealousy, wishing it was theirs.
The girl looked at Lin An gratefully, and then puffed up her chest with pride.
In the context of the twisted world, they have regarded this as an honor that is loved by their guests.
To put it harshly, the poorer and rich people can’t even afford to smoke.
With Lin An's confirmation, the girl can engage in administrative work for at least the next year.
Not only is there no danger, it can even keep the family well fed.
The purpose is to ensure that when Lin Anwan comes next time, he will see a "brand new" lady.
Gao Tian noticed this detail, and he only felt something pressing on his chest.
Ever since entering the [Amoeba] copy, the oppression of this world has made him almost breathless.
He would rather face the ghost baby than the terrifying mutant.
On the way to the hotel, Gao Tian glanced at the bustling neighborhood in confusion.
The lights were brightly lit, and gentlemen and ladies pretending to be elegant could be seen walking around.
"Team Lin."
Lin An looked sideways and saw Gao Tian sitting on pins and needles in the leather back seat.
His tone was low, and he looked out the window at a loss. The faint smell of perfume in the car covered up the decay:
"I feel like this world..."
...
"Sucks."
