Chapter 177: A Changed Fate

Still, the officials of "Tekira Wolf" agreed to Tony's request.

For these officials, the laborers on the bridge were the most worthless things, and why wouldn't they be happy to exchange these useless things for Bailey?

After all, these laborers are the property of the world government, but the Bailey in exchange is the private property of these officials.

Seeing that the officials agreed, Tony glanced at the mouse, and the two sang and harmonized, as if discussing goods, and bargained with the officials of Tequira Wolff, because it was the first cooperation, both sides had some concerns, and finally only bought two hundred, all of them young people under the age of twenty, and more than twenty of them were children under the age of thirteen.

……

Abram followed the overseer's orders and stood in an open space with a few children of the same age, but after a while, the open space was full of dazed laborers.

Then I saw the chubby overseer, with two men dressed very differently from the inhabitants of the kingdom of Tequira Wolff on the bridge, and the three of them muttered to each other, Abram was closer, and his ears were very smart, and two unclear conversations could be faintly heard in the cold wind.

“…… Do you want to uncuff the handcuffs?"

"Not for the time being, let's talk about it on board. ”

The overseer nodded and gestured to his companion, and a group of overseers began to push the laborers in the open space towards the pier under the bridge.

Abram's urgent advice before his mother's death, although he was a little frightened, followed the procession honestly, and along the way, some of the laborers who were disturbed because of the uneasiness were unceremoniously whipped by the overseers.

When he arrived at the dock, Abram found that there were already four large ships parked there, more than a dozen loaded guns, and strong men with knives in their waists standing on both sides of the guard.

Abram stopped, his swarthy face showing a little panic, the unknown destination frightened him, but then the whip on his back made his pace move again.

In front of the gangplank leading to the ship were small simple tables, and a few young people who looked young were sitting behind the tables, holding pen and paper and watching Abram and other laborers.

Abram and the other laborers were divided into rows and brought to the table, where they were asked the prepared questions, and then the teenagers began to register, sometimes breaking up the laborers who had been lined up and assigning them to different boats.

The pot-bellied official looked at all this, frowned and asked, "Why is it so troublesome?"

Tony bit his cigar and smiled disapprovingly: "Now these people are my property, of course you have to be cautious." ”

Because he was the first batch of laborers to buy, Tony could choose slowly, and he kept in mind one of William's principles, that is, don't be a native of the East China Sea, if you are not a local, you have no connections in the local area, and the East China Sea is a stranger to them, and the helpless talent is better controlled.

William didn't buy these people to be philanthropists, he wanted soldiers, to cultivate a group of loyal soldiers, so in the process of registration, people who knew each other, people from the same sea, would be scattered and arranged on different ships, so that they would not have too many opportunities for contact, in order to isolate these people psychologically.

Abram is only ten years old, and he has been in Tagera Wolf since he was four years old, knowing that he came from the Great Voyage, but he can't remember much more about his homeland.

After registering him, the boy raised his head, gave him a sympathetic look, and then let him on board.

The ship was full of strong men with strong arms, all armed and the laborers who had just boarded the ship were a little dazed and huddled, but under the angry shouts of a fierce man who seemed to be the leader of the ship, he subconsciously arranged himself in two rows according to the habit he had developed in Wolff.

The vicious leader was stunned for a moment when he saw a group of laborers forming a neat queue at a fast pace, took two steps back and forth in front of the queue, and then said loudly: "I don't know if you people believe in fate, but from now on, thank God above your heads, he sent someone to save you!"

Oh, my God?

Abram looked up, the bridge still over his head.

When the vicious leader had finished speaking, he ordered the laborers to be unshackled, and there were no crooked minds among them, but no one dared to die in the face of the unfamiliar environment, especially a bunch of armed men armed with rifles and staring at them.

Someone on board was given a set of thick, bloated clothes for the laborers, and Abram shivered when he put on a winter coat that was obviously one size larger, and before he could look at his clothes, he was ordered to be taken to the ship's canteen.

Abram was dumbfounded as soon as he entered the cafeteria, and the solid wood table fixed to the floor was lined with large pots of bread and hot soup with a strong aroma.

There was some commotion among the laborers, but the strong men on the ship were obviously no better at talking than the overseers of Tagera Wolff, and they struck the laborers who tried to get out of the queue with a kind of slender, sturdy short sticks, and they screamed so loudly.

After everyone had settled down, they lined up under the command to receive bread and broth.

When Abram took his food and sat down on the table, he couldn't wait to get started, and regardless of whether the broth was hot, he stuffed bread into his mouth and poured fragrant broth.

After tucking his cheeks high like a squirrel, Abram, who was chewing hard, finally had the leisure to look at his surroundings, and then he realized that above the wall facing the door of the cafeteria, there was a huge bust photograph.

A young man with blond hair and a resolute face was looking down at the laborers eating below.

Abram's cheeks moved and blinked, and he vaguely remembered passing by some of the ship's cabins and seeing that some of the rooms also seemed to have pictures of the man hanging on them.

Abram didn't know who the person in the photo was, but just stared blankly at the man's deep eyes, and then involuntarily shed tears.

Although the future is still uncertain, warm clothes and sufficient food are no less than heaven for Abram and other laborers.

If Abram's mother were still alive, it might be a real paradise for him.

Abram wiped his tears and whispered to himself, "Who is he?"

This sentence happened to be heard by a crew member who was constantly patrolling the dining table, this person happened to be a young man of the Abram level before, this person was born in the youth army, so after hearing Abram's words, he glanced at him, and said seriously: "Remember, that is the person who can change the fate of you and me." ”