Seven or eight detection lenses were flying around the slave's body like bees, changing size at will as they moved in and out of his body. The camera coldly scanned all the features of his body, 360 degrees, no blind spots, specific and microscopic, from every inch of skin on the surface, to the shape of his eyes, the color of his hair roots, and finally even the details of the inner wall of his intestines. Don't let it go. All these scans will be faithfully recorded and projected onto the glass wall outside the showcase for customers to observe and purchase at close range. The projected image is specific and microscopic, comparable to or even surpassing medical examination. The shape of every pore on the skin and the details of every fold of the coelum can be clearly seen.
The male guest manipulated the handle skillfully, obviously a frequent visitor and expert here. He can complete various commands on the inspection system without looking at the operations on his hands, and just focus on the projection on the outer wall of the glass. The projected image sometimes speeds up and sometimes slows down under his control. When he encounters a part that he is particularly concerned about, he will repeat the inspection several times, or directly pause the screen, enlarge the projected part for a close-up, or reduce it to the whole to study it carefully. Finally, it took him nearly a quarter of an hour to finish the inspection, turn off the handle, and let the magnetic ring and detector release their control over the slave.
The results of the inspection were obviously unsatisfactory. The male customer pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and put his hands into his trouser pockets. Or the smooth and smooth-looking male slave in the window found many flaws and dissatisfaction during the inspection. place, or he had other considerations. However, he stared at the "Instalment Payment Free of Charge" nameplate under the glass display window for a long time, and finally decided to buy the slave. He opened a transaction window on the glass outer wall of the display window and chose to pay for the goods in ten installments. The payable amount is 1 yuan, and the current payment will be deducted from the fare. Finally, after checking that the code at the top of the transaction window is consistent with the string of characters on the slave collar, the application is submitted. After receiving the application, the system generated a transaction code. The male guest put the transaction code into his ring, nodded politely to Gu Hanhan and the others as a farewell, and then walked forward. Gu Hanhan looked at her back, looking left and right as she walked, picking and choosing, probably planning to continue shopping. As for the male slave who had placed an order for him, a cylindrical transport cabin rose from the bottom of the window to wrap him up. As the column descended, he was transported from the ground. Then another column rose up. After the column landed, there was another male slave with a completely different nameplate number and appearance, taking over from the previous one and continuing to sell in the window.
The receptionist explained: "After placing an order, the selected slave will be sent directly to the delivery department. When the customer leaves the market, he can just go and pick it up. Within the range of the lighthouse star, door-to-door delivery can be done for each slave It only costs 50 universe coins for shipping. If you purchase more than 100 slaves at one time, you can get free shipping. Consignment services are also available in other places in the universe, and the shipping fee is 20% off compared to the animal pet consignment price in the universe. As long as it is activated It can be delivered to any planet in the subspace channel."
The receptionist had just heard that the "bandits", including Gu Hanhan as their leader, had come to buy slaves with Zheng Wenwen, and she was eager to get the commission, so she sold her extra sincerely: "This You are a beautiful young lady, please choose a few to try, it is really very convenient."
However, classmate Zheng Wenwen, who had just arrived in Guibaodi, was stunned by the high-tech testing process that the man had just broadcast live. She is still stunned and did not hear the receptionist's enthusiastic sales pitch. After a while, she stammered and said to herself: "This, this, this - is this okay?"
"Of course," the receptionist smiled brightly after realizing what she was saying, "You can buy only after you pick it up. Even pork, you have to be picky. Besides, the slave market sells all living people. It is absolutely not possible to just do business in a muddle-headed manner. Wouldn’t that be a blind marriage? Of course, the customer must be satisfied with the selection before placing an order. The purpose of our service is to do everything for the customer and make everything convenient for the customer.”
Zheng Wenwen's eyes widened when she heard these theories. She felt so refreshing and filled with so many interesting things that her past outlook on life was completely refreshed. In Zheng Wenwen's perception, although slaves are said to be sold, such a living, breathing human being can be regarded as a valuable item, right? When all valuables are sold, shouldn't they be placed in a glass case with a note next to it saying "Don't touch it unless you buy it?" When did it become nothing more than pork randomly checked on the chopping board?
"Such a selection method is too much," she muttered. "It also shows some basic humanity..."
The receptionist was so amused that she covered her mouth: "Miss, you are so funny. A slave is not a human being before it is bought and registered. There is no humanity at all."
"If you don't count it as a human being, it's not a living person. If you don't say it doesn't count, it means it's not a human being -" Zheng Wenwen shook her head, feeling that she couldn't explain it to this receptionist in the slave market whose logic was so flawed, so she had to shut up. .
"I mean, let's not talk about people," she said. "When it comes to selling goods, you can't just pick whatever you want. Who's responsible if you pick something bad?"
"I won't pick the bad ones," the receptionist said. "The system has strict self-control, and all behaviors that may cause physical harm will be automatically stopped. We have done experiments, and a slave was continuously selected and inspected through the control system48 You can still be safe for more than an hour, it’s just limited to ordinary physical exertion.”
"Miss, try it. It doesn't matter if you try it," the receptionist continued to encourage Zheng Wenwen enthusiastically, "All the slaves we have here are free to choose. Only if you are satisfied with the selection will you place an order. If you are not satisfied, you will not Buy. No problem, the selection is free. You can rest assured that our place is a regular slave market, and forced buying and selling are never allowed." After that, she took out a controller and gave it to Zheng Wenwen.
Zheng Wenwen's heart trembled, as if she had received a gift from the devil. She shook her hand nervously and threw the controller back to the receptionist.
"I won't buy it," she said anxiously, "I won't choose either -"
All her enthusiasm for "picking up the slack" and her unrealistic romantic vision of the slave business were frozen and shattered into slag by the sales window of "goods" packed in an assembly line and as precise as an anatomy performance of biological specimens. Now she just wants to leave this terrible place and never come back again.
The receptionist was still holding the controller in her arms and wanted to make a last-ditch effort.
"So you really don't want to give it a try?" She could see that Zheng Wenwen was basically a "baby", so she tried to persuade her in this regard: "In terms of purchasing, we can actually provide a purchasing agency service, with only one person The slave pays a tip of thirty cosmic coins and provides you with the conditions you want to choose the slave. I just think it is a pity that you came here but returned empty-handed in the end. You must know that even in the entire Southern Continent, we District 7 is also very famous. Whether it is in terms of management level, sales volume or customer satisfaction, it is one of the most popular stores. The slaves produced in District 7 of Hongsu Shou are also well-known in the universe. Leaving the Lighthouse Star , you will never sell such a good slave again."
Sister Sales' words may be said by the speaker and heard by the listener, but no one will take them seriously. However, Zheng Wenwen's mind was in a panic, and she couldn't help but tell the truth at this time.
"Bragging," she said, "I am blind, there are not many ghosts here - don't even think about Sister Meng!"
How can there be so many psychopaths and perverts in the universe!
The receptionist didn't understand Zheng Wenwen's loyalty. When she heard her speak, her spirits immediately lifted.
"I'm definitely not lying. I guarantee it with the reputation of our Hongsu Hands and the personality of our boss." She raised her hand and made a swearing gesture and said, "Guest, you must be the first time to come to the slave market, so I don’t know what’s going on here. In the slave market, whether an area is popular or not, and whether the sales volume is high or low, actually has nothing to do with the number of tourists. In many cases, the greater the number of tourists, the lower the sales volume. The lower the situation. This is mainly determined by the sales form of open or closed shelves.”
"Our 7th area is a closed-shelf sales area. Although it looks deserted and has few customers, the number of customers who come over counts as one. Those who buy one or two are not too few. Those who buy hundreds or thousands are not too many. There are very few. Just because you can’t buy anything, the per capita transaction volume of each tourist is actually quite high. And online orders are also the bulk of sales. The principle is that customers remotely select and purchase slaves through the system, for example, this-" she He looked around and pointed to a display window a little further ahead. Although there were no customers nearby, the slave in the window was still pulled wide open by the magnetic ring, and the detector's lens flashed in and out of his body with cold light.
"This can only be carried out in a closed area." She said, "The effect is not much different from on-site selection. Of course, the system is good enough, so many casual customers are not willing to buy tickets and go to the market in person. Here comes the choice.”
Gu Hanhan couldn't help but frown: "So you still have an open area?"
"Of course," the receptionist smiled slightly, "every slave store has them. Our Hongsu Shou District 1-6 comprehensive areas are all open shelves. Although closed shelves are good, it is impossible to close all the shelves. After all, in the market There are always more slaves than can be sold. The rising cost of all closed rack lighting equipment and maintenance is enough to close the store, not to mention the endless pressure on warehousing, logistics and other logistics. It’s not that I don’t want to close the rack, We really have to fight.”
After speaking, she sighed and said: "But it is difficult to maintain order in the open-shelf area. The environment is worse than that in the closed-shelf area. We have six open-shelf areas in Hongsu, and the total number of slaves on sale is about one hundred thousand. , the real-time number of tourists must be at least 30,000, and sometimes it can even reach 50,000. There are many customers, and there are more people who just touch but don’t buy. Accidents can happen without even seeing it. It is our receptionist’s turn to be responsible for customer service in the comprehensive area Ban, I feel scared just thinking about it.”
Zheng Wenwen's upper and lower lips formed an "o" shape: "Touch? What do you mean by touching? Can you still touch here?!"
"It means touching." The receptionist smiled appropriately: "If the guest is interested, you can experience it yourself——"
Zheng Wenwen was so shocked that she couldn't say a word. She just felt that her newly formed outlook on life was shattered again.
"Let's go." Gu Hanhan pulled Zheng Wenwen and said to the receptionist: "Let's go to your open area and have a look."
