"The first moment I fell into the hands of the slave traders, they put me on a chip overnight. The reason why they are so eager and can't even bother with the inspection and random inspection of the Slave Administration is not that they do not take the Slave Administration and the fair United Nations anti-smuggling fleet in their eyes and dare to openly flout the Slavery Act, but that they really care too much about the large customers who provide food and clothing for their parents. ”

"The nobles of the temple always have a way of distinguishing which children are pure and unblemished enough to sacrifice to the gods of the universe, and which children have already undergone sacrifices and have been stained with earthly filthy offerings, which can only be blasphemous. But the slave traders did not have this ability, and they could not distinguish, or even if they could barely tell, they were always crude, and the error rate was very high. But you know, miss, that sacrifice to the gods of the universe is a sacred and solemn thing, and no blasphemy is allowed or permitted. Therefore, a child slave sold to the nobles of the temple can never go wrong. As long as you make a mistake, you will be blacklisted by the donor, and you will not be able to continue in this line of work in the future. In this way, how dare the child slave traders risk smashing their jobs or even being burned at the stake to let the child slaves who had been sacrificed in their hands return to the market without marking?

"It's as simple as that! All child slave traders are the same, and they can't wait, immediately, without delaying for a second, to take the initiative to put a chip on the returning child slaves, just like putting an anti-authenticity mark on the goods, proving that they are counterfeit and shoddy. At the same time, he also used this form to mark his slave trading license with the honorary certification of the Temple Sect, proving that he was a good slave dealer who abided by the law and believed in piety. As for the special provisions of the Slavery Act that prohibit the installation of chips for children under the age of 12, of course, they have never been ignored. In fact, child slaves were rarely spotted in the private fleet. They should be more willing to spend their time counting people and checking the poll tax on tolls than the troublesome and time-consuming chip scams. At that time, I was over 10 years old and almost 11 years old, and I was very tall, and even if I encountered random inspections, I would not be among them. Although there is no law in the law, and there is never an inspection regulation, anyone who walks along the slave trade route knows that the inspection fleet will only select those who are less than 1.2 meters tall each time they inspect child slaves. Sampled tall and stout, he looked like he was already a teenager, and as far as I know, never. ”

"After the chip, the memory became clearer, like waking up from a long-term nightmare, and a hysterical person suddenly came back to his soul. Every day, every event, even a certain sentence said by someone, there are bits and pieces of memory, but there seems to be nothing worth talking about. "It's nothing more than being transported from one warehouse to another, from one slave trader to another." If you are lucky, you will have less suffering, and on a day that is not so lucky, you will have to worry about whether you will have it this time. , but finally survived day by day, and lived for so many years in a blink of an eye. ”

"The children who can be taken over from the sacrificial ship are the real predators in the muddy waters of the slave trade. How does that ancient poem say, the Buddha's clothes are gone, and he hides his body and name. Their names may not be known to many people in the entire industry, but they actually monopolize almost all the child slave trade, and the reputable and well-known child slave trading companies with huge daily throughput are actually only secondary wholesalers. ”

"I didn't stay in the warehouses of the predators for a few days, and soon it was in the hands of the secondary wholesalers. The second-level wholesalers take the orders in their hands, and ship them in batches, to the ranch, to the industrial complex, and to the state company, and the number of each order is more than 50,000, and the rest are all packaged and transferred to the third-level wholesalers. The third-level wholesalers will also take the orders they can get to supply, and similarly pack the remaining wholesalers to the next-level wholesale suppliers. Then the next wholesaler subcontracts to the next level, and the wholesaler at each level will supply different objects, the level of orders that can be mastered, and the scale of supply. By analogy, the chain of wholesale suppliers strung together in the child slave trade chain can be extended to a maximum of twelve levels, from the top predators to the most remote rural suppliers in the universe. The most seen small bulk slaves in the Lighthouse Star Slave Merchant are usually from the fifth-level wholesalers, which is almost the last level that can sell reserve coupons, five yuan is a common road price, if you are willing to spend a little more patience and wait for the buyers or purchasing houses to pick and choose, individual small slaves who can be sold for eight yuan are not particularly out of line. Below the fifth level wholesaler, it is the supplier who does business in the star sector of each country. Except for a limited amount of reserve rolls that they can get away with on a few prosperous planets, they can't make any serious money, and the profits of the slave trade show an obvious inflection point here, the income curve of reserve rolls has plummeted, and the income of cosmic coins has been rising. ”

"The fate of a slave is really a matter of luck a lot of the time, especially when the little slave is still in the wholesaler's warehouse, and there is probably no chance left for himself. This batch is for the ranch, and if you don't get your turn, the next batch may be able to call the headhunter to wrap up the good luck. The □□ service industry in the Land of Fireworks has just taken a boatload of people, and you're glad that it doesn't include you, and the cut-off number is just right for a little friend in front of you. But then, the next ship is to go to Death Mine. Really big trading companies will only care about whether the small slaves who may blow up at any time can sell them as soon as possible, and don't continue to squeeze their precarious treasury and occupy their already tight liquidity. With the exception of specialized executive search firms and buyout firms, no one wants to waste time judging each piece of inventory. Boatloads of little slaves were pulled in, and boats of little slaves were pulled away again. Those who get on a good ship are considered lucky, and those who are unfortunate enough to get on a dead ship have to blame their bad lives. All in all, as long as you get on a boat, you probably won't be able to struggle out of the industry represented by this boat until you die. "[...# *#最快更新]

"I wasn't lucky enough to be bought at the very beginning by slave ranches, headhunters, and national guilds, which sounded like good prospects. But it's not bad, and it's not sent to the ship of the hinata/prostitute laborer frontier clearer. Like most of my contemporaries, I was unlucky that the commercial orders of wholesalers at all levels did not catch up, so they were packaged all the way to the next level of dealers, and then made their first direct sale at the large slave market on Beacon Star. On the eve of being sold in a slave trading house on the Southern Continent for more than two weeks, and about to be repackaged and sold to wholesalers in other remote star regions, good fortune suddenly struck. I was taken by a slave buying consultant at an acquisition house and was bought as a source for a high-end ranch - yes, miss, there are many such specialized buying houses and even private buying consultants in the slave market, mainly for clients to source slaves that meet their requirements. The work they do is essentially not much different from that of a headhunter, but due to the limited size, cost and sales channels, they cannot place orders directly from the first, second and third tier wholesale suppliers like the headhunters. So they had to run all over the universe, sourcing slaves that met their requirements from wholesalers, sales firms, and even markets outside the Beacon Star below level four or five. It's really just a hard-earned money, but it's a noble and great thing like a holy angel—at least in my own opinion, miss. ”

"Overall, my luck was not bad, very good. The buyers of the slaves in the purchasing house came from the Green Meadows Ranch, which was a well-known ranch in the entire slave domestication industry, and was known for producing high-quality general management slaves. As a result, Green Grass has always been extremely selective about the supply of slaves, not only has long-term supply contracts with more than a dozen large headhunters, but also often buys through acquisition houses. The buying house that bought me was just one of the hundreds of buying houses that had been commissioned by Green Meadows, a very small trading house, and by the time of the delivery date, even me, they had only received 97 small slaves who had fulfilled the order. It only took one big truck to take us all to the delivery location designated by Green Meadows at Beacon Star. ”

"Before the official delivery, we have to register our origin and record the transaction - no good ranch should have black slaves from unknown sources, and all of them must be whitewashed before the transaction. The person who registered my birth was undoubtedly an intermediary, and a paper intermediary. Obviously, this 'old rich businessman who was over the age of sixties' only existed in the system of the Slaves Department and on the scraps of paper of the intermediary company, and of course he could not sign it himself, but this small flaw was solved by the intermediary company with only a few coins, and I became the domestic slave of the rich merchant of the paper piece, and I was innocent and could buy and sell. ”

"Then, without a second of delay, my ownership was transferred from the rich paper merchant to the buying house—which was more in line with the common practice of the people of the universe, and thus less likely to attract the attention of the Exchange Department. You know, miss, it's rare for ordinary slave owners to remember to register their newborn slaves, unless the time comes when registration is compelled, such as selling them for money or preparing for an inheritance lawsuit—and then after about two months, I will be handed over by this buying house and officially become a cultivated slave in the Green Meadows Ranch. I was eleven years and ten months old, and I was two months away from turning twelve. ”

"Eleven years and ten months, isn't it fifteen?" Gu Hanhan was taken aback, in order to prove that her excellent memory was not wrong, she deliberately glanced at the record form in her hand again, "But it says that the time when you were sold to the green grassland ranch was when you were fifteen years old." ”

Lichun laughed so that her cheeks trembled cutely. "Ah, my dear young lady," she said, "not every buyer is as honest and law-abiding and virtuous as you, and as soon as he buys a slave, he rushes to the record. ”