Even though Han Sen sympathized with those slaves, the system of the seven empires was such that it could not be changed by saving one or two slaves.
Seeing that there were many young children among the slaves, each wearing smart collars and smart handcuffs, being driven away like cats and dogs, Han Sen could only shake his head secretly.
Master Yang on the side saw Han Sen shaking his head and sighed: "There is no distinction between nobility and inferiority in human beings, but with gods and blood, there is a distinction between nobility and inferiority."
While the two were talking, they suddenly heard a little girl crying: "Mom...Mom..."
Han Sen and the others looked over and saw a young mother falling to the ground, blocking the progress of the slave team. The supervisor with a whip came over and whipped her.
But the young mother seemed to have a physical problem and couldn't stand up for a while. She could only desperately protect the crying little girl in her arms and let the whip hit her.
Suddenly, a whip was grasped in the side of his hand. When he looked closely, he saw a middle-aged man next to him. Judging from his clothes and the collar and handcuffs on his body, it was obvious that he was also a trafficked slave.
"You have to be spared and spared. Beating them to death will do you no good, and you will have to sell them for a lot less money." The middle-aged slave let go of the whip and said to the supervisor.
The supervisor was used to being cruel among slaves. At this time, he was actually contradicted by a slave. He suddenly felt ashamed and his eyes were fierce. He whipped the slave and said angrily: "I am happy, I will whip you to death."
These scumbags."
The middle-aged man was whipped several times, and blood marks immediately appeared on his body, but he protected the mother and son together without any intention of flinching.
The more this happened, the more unhappy the supervisor became. He scolded and slapped her even harder: "Damn it, I want you to die, so I'll help you."
But soon, his whip was held by another hand, and he could not continue to whip it.
"What are you doing?" The supervisor saw that the person holding his whip was not a slave, but someone who had just gotten off the ship, so he did not dare to be as arrogant as he was to the slave.
"How much do these three people cost? I want it." Han Sen loosened his whip and pointed at the middle-aged man and the mother and daughter.
"Do you want to buy this three slaves?" A man who looked like a manager came over and looked Han Sen up and down and said.
"Manager Wen." The supervisor on the side quickly saluted the man, looking very respectful.
"Yes." Han Sen nodded.
Manager Wen narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Sen for a moment, then said with a smile: "These slaves are custom-made by Qixinyuan. Generally speaking, they cannot be sold separately."
"Then please ask Manager Wen to offer an unusual price." Han Sen said with a smile.
Manager Wen was overjoyed when he heard this, knowing that he had met a rich man today, and thought to himself: "The fat pig that I brought to my door will not be slaughtered until I kill it."
Manager Wen did not lie. This batch of slaves was indeed specially sent to Qixinyuan. However, casualties often occurred during the transportation of slaves, so every time slaves were transported, an extra batch would be transported. This batch was also a loss.
Quota.
There are still a lot of places to lose this time. Since someone is willing to pay a high price, it doesn't matter if we sell three.
"Young Master, this is putting me in a difficult situation." Manager Wen had already planned to kill Han Sen, but he pretended to be embarrassed.
"Then what kind of price can make it easy for you?" Han Sen looked at Manager Wen and asked.
Manager Wen finally had a smile on his face: "Since the young master values them so much, I have no choice but to sell him to save face. I'll find another way to deal with these three slaves at Qixinyuan. These three slaves only need three thousand Qin coins.
Young Master, just take it. If Qixinyuan pursues the case, I will take full responsibility for it."
"Three thousand Qin coins, why don't you go and grab it?" Master Yang said angrily.
An average adult slave on the market only costs fifty or sixty Qin coins, and even a young slave only costs more than one hundred Qin coins. For large slave ships like this, the price is even lower when sold in large quantities.
Three slaves cost three thousand Qin coins, which is indeed a sky-high price.
"You can't say that. These are the slaves that Qixinyuan wants. I am taking a huge risk by selling them to you, Young Master..."
Before Manager Wen finished speaking, he was interrupted by Han Sen, who said to Master Yang beside him: "Master, give it to him, I want these three people."
Although Master Yang felt that this was basically being ripped off, since Han Sen had spoken, he had no choice but to transfer three thousand Qin coins to Manager Nawen.
"Master, you still have the vision. If you need anything else in the future, just come to me." Manager Wen accepted three thousand Qin coins, and his face almost burst into laughter.
They were just three cheap slaves. They were not worth much at first, but now they were sold for nearly a hundred times the price. Manager Wen readily handed over the slave cards of the three of them.
Han Sen collected the slave certificate, asked Master Yang to hand it back to them, and successfully helped the mother and daughter up.
"What's your name?" Han Sen said to the middle-aged man.
"Thank you for saving me, sir. I'm not alone with my sword." The middle-aged man returned the courtesy.
Everyone was stunned when they heard this name. After reacting, the supervisor who whipped the slaves said contemptuously: "You are a slave, how dare you call me Jian Bugu? You are not afraid of having your head chopped off."
Someone next to him also laughed and said: "This slave's name is really arrogant. It is the same as the Taifu Jian Bugu of the Emperor of Qin. Unfortunately, he has the same name but different life. One is the world-famous Taifu of Qin, and the other is a humble one."
Despicable slave."
Manager Wen also found it interesting: "A slave's name is actually Jian Bugu, but he can be sold for three thousand Qin coins. It doesn't matter what his name is, even if he calls himself a god, there is no problem."
In the discussion among the people, Han Sen roughly knew the origin of Jian Bugu. The so-called Taifu was the emperor's master, one of the three princes. If the emperor was young or vacant, he could manage the country on his behalf.
Jian Bugu is not only the Taifu, but also known as the best swordsman in the Qin Empire. However, Jian Bugu retired from the imperial court ten years ago, and no one has heard of Jian Bugu's name for a long time.
Naturally, no one would think that the slave in front of him could be Jian Bugu, the number one swordsman in the Qin Kingdom back then.
Han Sen didn't know if this person was Jian Bugu. He had never heard Jian Bugu's name before, but he could see that this person was extraordinary. His reserved and calm temperament was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Li Bingyu also looked at Jian Bugu with a foxy expression. She didn't believe that Jian Bugu would become a slave, but after looking carefully, she found that the slave in front of her did seem familiar.
Although Li Bingyu has never seen Jian Bugu in person, there is a portrait of Jian Bugu in the Wuwei Dao Palace. Although this middle-aged man looks much older than the Jian Bugu in the portrait, he is not as kind as Jian Bugu.
He has an air of arrogance, but if you take a closer look, you will see that there are some similarities between his features.