Old Dolan himself has been in the slave trade for many years.
Of course he wouldn't be surprised by this way of selling people as goods.
He did the same thing himself.
But compared to other slave traders, Duolun is considered to have a conscience.
But he was also not fooled by the slaves on the surface of the stall.
Any qualified slave merchant must have some high-quality slaves that can sell at the bottom of the box.
At this moment, under the power of David Hill, there is a shortage of slaves everywhere.
Calabash Valley, Death Valley, Red Rose Manor, Black Mountain Territory, and even several developing territories that are still under planning.
With the wealth that David Hill now has in his hands, he can already raise some people.
After all, in a large circular area with a radius of twenty kilometers in the mysterious space, it is possible to make rye ripen every two months!
Therefore, Duolun has a huge appetite. He has needs for ordinary slaves, and of course high-quality slaves also need them in order to please their masters.
As for the excuse, Red Rose Manor and Black Mountain have already placed orders.
Large orders, this is the perfect excuse.
"I need two thousand serfs. The proportion of young and strong serfs must not be less than half. In addition, I need some high-quality slaves with special skills. Old man, this is a big business. You can't ruin your own brand." Lao Duo
Lun spoke to the owner of the room, with a hint of nouveau riche in his tone.
Of course, this is intentional.
"Two thousand ordinary slaves! Don't you have to prepare to become a pioneer lord? Running a territory is not that simple."
They have known each other for many years, and the slave stall owner does not want his old friend to go bankrupt in old age.
"Hahaha... I have had such an idea, but the accumulation now is not enough. This business has the help of noble people, and I am only responsible for providing long-term slaves to others.
Old man, you must listen clearly. From now on, I will be a middleman who has connections with a certain noble person. There will be many transactions of this level, you know!" Old Dolan's whole old face was like a blooming chrysanthemum.
/Flowers, which make people look full of fragrance at first glance.
"I believe you, old guy, but you also know that now the top leaders of Anshan City have announced a new development mission, and many family forces in the Glory District have begun to develop here, and the demand for all kinds of slaves has suddenly increased.
It's more than ten times stronger.
So in terms of price...two thousand slaves that meet your requirements, twelve thousand gold coins! As for high-quality slaves, you need to judge the price based on the goods. They all work in this industry, and you know the rules." Beards are better than hair.
The stall owner who was still very enthusiastic gritted his teeth and gave the basic price of a basic slave.
"The demand for slaves here has increased, but the number of slaves shipped from the Glory Zone has also increased significantly. But the price of 12,000 gold coins...that's it!" Old Doron quickly made his decision.
decision.
According to his insider's knowledge, this price is quite fair.
The other party will make money, but it's not a huge profit.
"Refreshing! The high-quality slave is here, please come with me." After patting his head, the stall owner took Old Dolan and several of his disabled waiters to the shop behind the stall.
This store is a subsequent building and does not belong to the ancient building system of Anshan City. It is a building planned and constructed by future generations in an open space.
There are many similar buildings in Anshan City, layer by layer, in every block of space.
This is a huge three-dimensional urban community!
Old Dolan received a grand reception.
And what this stall owner calls a high-quality slave also saw part of it during the process of entering the store.
Compared with those slaves who need ropes to connect them, the living environment of these high-quality slaves is not very good.
They were not tied up with ropes, they were all wearing very well-fitting fabrics, and their faces looked full of energy.
If it weren't for the collar around his neck that indicated the slave's identity and number, he would be indistinguishable from a normal person.
He must also be a normal person with comfortable living conditions.
David Hill's clone sage was bored, and his gaze was cast on an area centered on Lao Dolan.
The picture here did not give David much emotion of surprise.
From the memories of Owen Lister and Martin, he has witnessed many big scenes.
Especially the slaves appearing in some underground auctions, many of the images are disharmonious.
“I need stewards and stewards who can manage a developed territory, and I also need talents with various skills that can enrich a territory.
If you have qualified and eye-catching maids, you will also need some. Remember what I said before, old man, this is an opportunity for you to open up a new trading channel." Old Dolan repeated his requirements and benefits.
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At this moment, David Hill observed through a special perspective and made an interesting discovery.
Among the surrounding slaves who regarded this slave shop as their own home, near the corner, there was a scene on the chest of a female member with an exaggerated figure that attracted David.
It was a small pendant, long and mostly buried in the ravine, but a special kind of fluctuation emitted by this object was perceived by the mysterious space.
And gave a fierce reaction in an instant.
Discover the wood of the Tree of Life, get it! Get it!
An urgent reminder in the mysterious space directly acted on David's mind.
This is relatively rare.
"Wood from the Tree of Life?" David Hill was just slightly confused, but a thought had already been passed into Duolun's soul.
"So this is the style that the master likes? It's tasteful!" Duolun was also a little confused, but he immediately adjusted his mentality.
"Including the other one, I believe you will like it very much. If there are others with a similar style, you can also add a few more." Duolun said proudly.
The bald slave owner saw the direction of Duolun's finger. Each slave subconsciously ducked away, and a figure was revealed... and they suddenly trembled.
"Dear Miss Andrea, Old Doron is just making a joke for you. Doron, this is Miss Andrea from the Golden Oak Merchant Alliance. Seventy percent of the slaves in my small shop are
Miss Andrea supplies the goods." The bald slave shop owner was startled.
He also just saw this living ancestor.
The actual situation is not as simple as he said. This store is a small unit at the end of the Golden Oak Merchant Alliance.
This seemingly easy-going Miss Andrea may just need to say a word, and his position as shop owner will be lost at any time!
David and Doron were both a little surprised, because this seemingly noble lady... also had a collar around her neck!