Of course, Han Du understood Punk's good intentions, nodded towards him with a satisfied smile, and said: "Han Du will definitely keep your kindness in mind, Mr. Punk."
Shi Si relayed Han Du's words to Punk.
Punk heard Han Du's kindness and exchanged some pleasantries. Seeing that Han Du looked a little hurried, he enthusiastically sent someone to lead the way for Han Du.
Han Du's carriage arrived at the Yamo Slave Market. Punk and Yamo were hostile to each other. The people they sent were not willing to get close to the Yamo Slave Market at all. They turned back when they were still some distance away.
The Amer Slave Market is huge, even bigger than Punk's in terms of area. But compared to Punk's Slave Market, it's like a man with mud legs and a polite gentleman.
Although the punk slave market is a bit messy, at least the slaves are relatively clean, and the place seems to be cleaned regularly. But here, Han Du's eyes are covered with sewage flowing across the ground, and the dirt on the slaves and even the color of the skin are covered.
Many slaves were tied to a wooden stake, eating, drinking and sleeping in the same place.
In this way, the taste in the market will be very sour.
Han Du covered his nose and walked in. No one in charge came forward, so Han Du was allowed to wander around inside.
Han Du was not the only one looking at slaves in the market, but no steward came forward to talk to him. After seeing some people selecting slaves, Han Du went to find the steward sitting in the building and negotiated the price first.
Take the slave away.
One after another, almost every slave transaction method is like this.
Han Du frowned as he looked at it. If he had to choose by himself, there would be no way to know that the slave could speak Tianfang dialect. You would have to ask the steward, and such slaves would definitely be very rare. Even asking the steward would probably be useless.
, you can only know by asking Yamo.
Han Du took Shi Si into the house.
A man with his head wrapped in a cloth and a dark curly beard leaned lazily on the stone wall behind him. When he saw Han Du and others coming in, he just raised his eyelids and said slowly: "Have you chosen your slave?
Give me the money first."
After listening to Shi Si's words, Han Du shook his head slightly and said, "Not yet. The slave I want to buy is somewhat special. I want to ask your master personally."
The steward glanced at Han Du and others. Although they saw that their clothes were a little unusual and looked a little strange. But Khrumos is a trading city, and there are all kinds of people who come here to trade. Occasionally, they don’t recognize them.
People wearing strange clothes or looking strange are not a big deal to the stewards.
He didn't bother to pay attention to Han Du and others, and shouted in a bad tone: "No
Once you’ve made your choice, go out and choose, and then you’ll pay when you’ve made your choice.”
As he spoke, he glanced at Han Du and others contemptuously, "How noble is the master? Who are you? You can see the master if you want to?"
Shi Si didn't even have time to tell Han Du, so he was so angry that his eyes widened and his eyes were red, and he pretended to go forward and argue with the other party.
Ping was startled by Shi Si's actions, and before Shi Si could react, he yelled a few times.
With a crackling noise, more than a dozen mercenaries from the slave market rushed over. Some of them were holding scimitars and swords, pointing at Han Du and others.
Shi Si wanted to say something more, but Han Du waved his hand to stop him. Then Han Du ordered Shi Si: "Tell him that I want to see his master Yamo. Let him report to his master, just say
Merchants from the East came to visit."
Shi Si immediately conveyed Han Du's intention to the steward.
However, the steward argued with reason and refused to listen to Han Du and others, nor did he send a message to his master.
Shi Si's face turned red with anger.
Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, Han Du reached into his arms and took out a handful of gold coins. He took out one and placed it on his index finger. With a flick of his thumb, the gold coins drew an arc towards him with a beautiful sound.
Fly away with the person in charge.
The steward hadn't come back to his senses yet, but his hands subconsciously bent down to catch the gold coin. It was as if he was afraid that the thing would fall to the ground and be stained.
Spreading his hands, a golden color suddenly appeared in the steward's eyes. The tense atmosphere just now instantly melted away on the steward's face. When he raised his head, his face was already full of smiles.
"Can you send a message to your master?"
Han Du asked calmly.
Seeing that the steward was still standing motionless, he moved his finger and another gold coin flew towards the steward. With exactly the same movement, the steward took the gold coin and the smile on his face was even warmer than before.
"Can you send a message to your master?"
"Can you send a message to your master?"
"Can you send a message to your master?"
Han Du just asked and tossed out a gold coin, then asked and tossed out another gold coin, and then tossed five coins in succession.
The steward's waist is almost bent
He fell to the ground and quickly asked Han Du to stay for a while, and he would report immediately.
Han Du then put away the gold coins in his hand and waited quietly.
Soon, the manager ran all the way to Han Du at a faster speed than when he went to report.
Panting, he put his right hand on his chest and bowed respectfully towards Han Du: "Dear guest, the master is waiting for your arrival."
"Lead the way." Han Du shook his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and led Shi Si to follow the manager to find Yamo.
Inside a house in the slave market, this place was completely different from the dirt outside. Instead, it was clean and even decorated magnificently. The floor was covered with blankets, and when Han Du stepped on them, he knew they were made of cashmere.
.Every inch of cashmere is an inch of gold, and the floor is covered with cashmere blankets. This Yamer's life is a bit luxurious.
And not only the ground, but also the walls and pillars were wrapped in cashmere blankets.
There is a long, shorter table inlaid with various gemstones. All the tableware on the table are made of gold. From these, it can be seen that Yamer is indeed a wealthy and big businessman.
Seeing Han Du walk in, Yamo quickly stood up from sitting on the ground, caressed his chest and saluted Han Du.
Han Du also imitated his actions and returned the favor. After the two exchanged greetings, Han Du began to test Yamo's hands to see if there was any slave he needed.
"Your Excellency Yamo, I came here this time to buy one or two slaves who can speak Tianfang dialect. I wonder if you have any in your hands?"
Yamo listened to Shi Si's narration, and then looked at Han Du in a daze.
Han Du looked at him calmly.
After a moment, Yamo withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, smiled, and asked, "Why did this distinguished guest find me?"
Han Du didn't hide it from him and said directly: "I went to the Punk Slave Market at first. After all, I just bought some slaves there a few days ago. It felt pretty good to use them."
After hearing Han Du's words, Yamo's face suddenly turned gloomy.
Han Du paid no attention to his dissatisfaction and continued: "But there are no slaves in Old Punk who can speak Tianfang language, and he also advised me to come to you to look for him. In addition, you are the city of Hulumos
If you don’t even have the two largest slave markets here, then I’m afraid it will be difficult for me to find the slaves I want in Horumos.”
Yamo's face was originally gloomy, but when he heard that it was Old Punk
When he suggested that Han Du come to his place, Ren Ran couldn't help being shocked.
"Is he really the one who suggested this distinguished guest come here?"
Han Du nodded and spread his hands, "Do I need to tell lies?"
Yamo understood Han Du's words, but he didn't know why Punk gave such advice. To be honest, Yamo was very hostile to Punk. Many times, Yamo even wanted to find an opportunity to
Punk was killed. In his opinion, Punk's attitude towards him should be similar to his.
Under such circumstances, how could Punk push this business to him? This business may not be able to make much money, but it is an opportunity to get closer to these Eastern businessmen. Yamer does not think that Punk will not understand this.
important. Therefore, he was very puzzled as to why Punk would push this business to him.
Yamo was full of doubts, but he couldn't figure it out in a short while. And now that the distinguished guest was in front of him, he had no extra time to think about it, so he had to put it in his heart first.
Yamo laughed slowly a few times, which relieved some of the cold atmosphere. He shook his head quite complacently and said: "Old Punk is an old-fashioned man. It is obvious that he is in the slave business, but he insists on sticking to some principles. What is his origin?
He doesn’t want an unknown slave.”
Shaking his head and sighing, Yamo spread his hands and said to Handu: "Slaves are originally obtained by robbery. What's wrong with me selling such a slave?"
Seeing Yamo rambling, Han Du frowned slightly. Seeing that he was asking for help, Han Du suppressed the slightest dissatisfaction in his heart and said with a smile: "Your Excellency Yamo is right.
, but Old Punk is right, you just have a different attitude towards slaves. I just wanted to ask, does Mr. Yamer have the slaves I need?"
After listening to Han Du's words, Ya Mo burst out laughing, and even felt a little more like a confidant towards Han Du. As for Han Du's request, Ya Mo nodded without hesitation, "I actually came here a year ago.
A group of wonderful slaves, and one of them is very smart. She learned to talk to the steward below in just a few months. I think she may agree with the distinguished guest's request."
Han Du didn't expect that things would go so smoothly. Looking at Yamo's playful eyes, his heart skipped a beat and asked, "Is this slave going to be sold by your Excellency?"
"No, absolutely not!" After listening to Shi Si's report, Yamo quickly waved his hand and said: "This group of slaves from Tianfang are indeed sold out, but I will keep such top-quality slaves until I can sell a good one.