Tang Bai and the warden left Evelyn a little distance. Then Tang Bai's straight words immediately made the warden scratch his chin.

"How many pounds can you give?" The warden glanced at Tang Bai slantedly, and he was also very simple, without the slightest hesitation and coyness. The tone and expression are as calm as if a businessman is talking about a certain transaction.

For chaotic Egypt, the last thing that was lacking was all kinds of prisoners. And the warden of a prison is even more of a wordless existence in prison. It's normal to hang a few prisoners at will to watch and have fun in a bad mood, and buy and sell some death row prisoners? That's what a thing.

"Nine death row inmates." To the warden who asked directly how many pounds it was, Tang Bai gestured with emotion and made a "nine" gesture. "You can offer a price."

"Five thousand pounds." The warden said directly.

"Each exceeds five hundred pounds, and they are not worth the price." Tang Bai shook his head: "One three hundred pounds, a total of two thousand seven hundred pounds, if you want to, you will make a deal, if you don't want to, I won't force it." Anyway, no matter how much I have, I won't add anything more. ”

"Four thousand pounds. If you want to, we'll make a deal. The warden gestured with a four.

"I told you, two thousand seven hundred pounds, and I won't add another pound." Tang Bai shook his head again.

"Three thousand pounds!" The warden took another step back.

"It looks like the deal fell through. Two thousand seven hundred pounds, enough for me to recruit a lot of men in Cairo. Tang Bai said regretfully, and the warden's face immediately turned green.

Three hundred pounds for a death row prisoner, and nine in a row for a total of two thousand seven hundred pounds. It's a big business. If it really blows up, the warden will not say that he will die in distress, but at least he will regret it. Seeing that Tang Bai turned around and was about to go back, the warden immediately reached out and grabbed him agilely.

"Two thousand seven hundred pounds is two thousand seven hundred pounds! It's a deal! The warden looked serious. What kind of death row prisoners do you need? Tall or short? Robust or skinny? When to do it? ”

"Of course it's good to be strong, I'll take it with me when I leave." Tang Bai turned around with a smile and nodded.

"Wait for me!" The warden immediately left Tang Bai, pulled a jailer on the side, and shouted something at him frantically, his face flushed.

One pound is equivalent to 7.32238 grams of pure gold, and one hundred pounds is worth about $20,000 in the twenty-first century. Two thousand seven hundred pounds! That's a lot of money! Of course, the warden has to be a little more careful.

"I've arranged for someone to prepare it for you, and it's definitely the strongest among the prisoners." The warden walked back with a smile on his face, looking at Tang Bai's cordial face.

"It's better to have really committed some sin." Tang Bai reminded.

"The scum is being held here, and the condemned prisoners must all be guilty. You can rest assured of that. The warden waved his hand haughtily. He didn't care whether those prisoners had really committed crimes or not, and what Tang Bai did to buy and sell nine death row prisoners, as long as Tang Bai could bring him real money benefits.

"Damn it!" The warden roared suddenly, and with a rage, he swayed his two stout little short legs and rushed towards Evelyn like a ball. Tang Bai's gaze swept over, and he just saw O'Connor in the fence between the lattices letting go of Evelyn's jaw and being violently beaten by the jailer behind him.

"I'm going to hang him, damn it!" The warden shouted furiously.

"You can't." Evelyn, who had woken up from O'Connor's surprise kiss, immediately glared at the warden.

"Of course I can!" The warden snorted twice.

"Three thousand pounds, ten condemned prisoners, the one named O'Connor, must be inside." Tang Bai's leisurely words immediately made the angry warden a little dumbfounded.

If O'Connor was the only one, he naturally wouldn't mind arrogantly ignoring the three hundred pounds and hanging the hateful O'Connor who dared to fight with Evelyn in front of him. But if there was a three-thousand-pound deal attached, the warden would have to think carefully. He's not rich!

"The price of this O'Connor has doubled, six hundred pounds." The warden snorted and chirped in a tangled way, after all, it was the charm of money that overshadowed everything, and he said solemnly to Tang Bai with a cold face.

"Three thousand three hundred pounds." Tang Bai nodded indifferently. The nine insignificant condemned prisoners were all thrown out for 2,700 pounds, and Tang Bai had no reason to be stingy with the 600 pounds to O'Connor, a key figure. Anyway, as long as gold is valuable and can be used as currency, there is no pressure on him to pay for money.

So when Tang Bai left Cairo Prison, there were ten more people around him.

"May I ask, what are you going to do when you buy nine death row prisoners?" Evelyn lowered her voice and asked Tang Bai curiously.

"There is always a need for workers and coolies. Of course, they have other roles when necessary. Great effect. Tang Bai glanced at the death row prisoner whose hands and feet were tied together with shackles and covered with a black cloth, and replied lightly.

O'Connor's shackles were removed by Tang Bai before he came out, and he was given a new set of clothes, and he was the best treated prisoner of the ten.

Evelyn glanced at O'Connor with a complicated expression, and didn't ask anything more. Jonathan stuttered up and chatted with Tang Bai. Tang Bai's generous hand just now also made him feel more or less at ease about the journey he was about to start.

Jonathan and his sister Evelyn came from a better family than most, but that was before. If he knew that money was important to a person before his parents died, then this realization was even stronger when the two of them fell behind because of the death of their parents.

If you are accustomed to being rich, poverty will be unbearable.

After sending Jonathan away, Tang Bai told Ero to be optimistic about the nine death row prisoners. Under the threat of Hérault directly pulling out a little firearm, the nine death row prisoners were quite honest along the way. Of course, it was not unrelated to Tang Bai's promise that after they finished their exploration, he would give them a certain amount of money and freedom. If only they were alive by then.

The nine death row prisoners were deliberately used by Tang Bai to target certain emergencies that might occur.

Blood sacrifice is a very inhumane act, but it is undeniable that the huge power gained from the blood sacrifice for a short time is also quite encouraging. At critical moments, it can be used as a good hole card to play. After all, Tang Bai can't completely put his expectations on the plot that he is familiar with, thinking that he will definitely move according to his own cognition. (To be continued.) )