Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Slave Family Vouches for Him!

"Auction?"

Hearing this male voice, the crowd boiled.

At this time, Li Changsheng discovered that the two girls were each wearing a leather collar around their necks, with a golden bell tied to the outside of the collar, and an iron chain was welded in front of the bell, and the other end of the chain was led by a slave trader.

"Slaves? Oh, blind your dog's eye. ”

The corners of Li Changsheng's mouth raised a playful smile, his eyes crossed the crowd, looked at the slave trader with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks in the center of the crowd, and sighed:

"If Tiandao knows that the key she gave was taken away by mortals and became a slave auction, you must be reduced to a slave for the rest of your life."

It's like when you give a very valuable gift to a subordinate, and the subordinate turns around and throws the gift in the trash, everyone will be angry.

Pity.

This slave trader didn't have Li Changsheng's good eyesight.

He doesn't know what the key is not the key, he just thinks that these two women from the Western Regions are cash cows, and wants to squeeze out their profits and make a lot of money.

"These two female slaves are sisters, the elder sister is twenty-four years old, and the younger sister is twenty-three years old, both of whom are virgins of the Xirong tribe."

Listening to the businessman who didn't know that the catastrophe was coming, he entered the play in a second, beat his chest and feet, and made up a half-truth and half-truth story in a heartbroken way:

"Our caravan went deep behind enemy lines, but we broke our troops and killed half of our brothers, and it took a lot of effort to take them down."

As he spoke, the slave trader gestured:

"So this price~"

With the facial features of the sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks, coupled with a lewd and greasy smile, it is not difficult to see that this person is a master who sees money.

"Do you like money? That's easy to do. ”

Li Changsheng's black pupils flashed, and he muttered:

"Regardless of whether you are a trap or not, since the keys have been delivered to this seat, there is no reason for this seat not to take them."

"Sage, heh, the master may not be afraid of you!"

The young man snorted coldly and stepped forward to squeeze into the crowd, wanting to bid.

It's not that he doesn't want to kill people and sell goods.

It's just that there is still cause and effect between the spirit envoy and the slave trader, and it can only be given voluntarily by the slave trader, and even if it is robbed, it is useless.

"Price isn't an issue."

Just as Li Changsheng was about to open his mouth to inquire, a brocade robe boy said first:

"The question is, have you ever touched them? We can't spend a lot of gold and silver to buy a broken flower and willow back, right? ”

He asked most people's questions.

Everyone resonated:

"yes."

"It's not a tael of silver."

"You've got to make it clear."

Hear the words.

Before the slave trader was in a hurry, Li Changsheng first scolded in his heart:

[Waste of time. 】

[It's as if you can shoot it.] 】

[There are a lot of wear and tear on the lazy donkey! ] 】

He's annoyed with this kind of stupid hat who has nothing to do.

"Everyone, everyone, don't be impatient."

But he is annoying, but the slave trader is not annoying.

These rich sons are all his financiers, and he will expect them to raise the price later, and he will not dare to offend them.

In response to the Brocade Boy's concerns, the slave trader promised:

"This boss, and all the bosses, you can rest assured."

"We did use some extraordinary tricks when we domesticated them, but they were definitely perfect."

"The credibility of our cattle and horse firm, I believe that the bosses have also heard a little, and I hereby solemnly promise:"

"If the bosses verify that behind them, there are those who are lying in white and have no plums, and my cattle and horse firm is willing to refund ten times the auction price as compensation!"

Niuma Commercial Bank is the third commercial bank in Luoyang City.

Their signboard is here, and everyone can trust it.

Dozens of hundreds of taels of silver, they have no need to defraud.

The trading house doesn't just sell slaves, but also has to do business, right?

Hearing the name of the Cattle and Horse Trading Company, the boy in the brocade robe did not ask, and said:

"Okay, with this promise, my son will be relieved, let's start filming."

"Okay son."

The slave merchant smiled politely, bowed slightly to the crowd, raised his left hand, waved it down violently, and shouted loudly:

"Two female slaves from the Western Regions, the starting price is ten taels of silver, and each bid must not be less than five taels, please bid, bosses!"

"No need to shoot."

The first bid had not yet appeared, and Li Changsheng, who didn't want anyone to kill his precious time, said directly:

"Five thousand taels of silver, these two women, this... Childe asked for it. ”

Do as the Romans do.

He still decided to call himself a son.

Swish.

Five thousand two or three words made the entire East Street silent.

What is the concept of five thousand taels of silver?

Five taels of silver is enough for ordinary people to consume for a year, and there is still a surplus.

Ten taels of silver can make an iron-clad man work for you.

A hundred taels of silver can buy a murderer, and that's a human life.

Five thousand taels...

Even the rich boy from before couldn't take out five thousand taels.

His pocket money is only fifty taels of silver a month!

Everyone was stunned by Li Changsheng's generosity.

Where did this boy come from?

It looks very raw, huh?

No, Brother Childe is not as good as him!

Shoot two slaves and throw five thousand taels...

No matter how solid his family is, he has to be defeated, right?

"Male... Son... What do you say? ”

Even the slave trader who had returned to God looked at the young man in front of him who was more beautiful than a woman with a stunned face, and stumbled:

"Five thousand taels? Silver? Are you sure? Did you hear that right? ”

He has been traveling from south to north for so many years, and he has never seen such a bid.

"Of course."

Li Changsheng nodded, and said slowly:

"But I don't have any money now, can I take the people away first, and then send someone to send you the money, 10,000 taels."

Swish.

There was another dead silence.

It's just that after this dead silence, the hall burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha,."

"Master thought there was a big Buddha out of nowhere."

"So it's a pretend?"

The brocade-robed boy made no secret of his sarcasm.

The surrounding pedestrians also let out a laugh.

If you don't have the money, you still learn to pretend to be an uncle?

It was a slave trader, who was a little rational, and did not humiliate Li Changsheng with words, but laughed from the side and said:

"Childe... You're kidding us, aren't you? ”

"There's no such rule, haha."

Businessmen, harmony makes money.

Li Changsheng's sword frowned slightly.

[I'm afraid it's hard to be good.] 】

"This mortal is so stupid. 】

[Does this seat look like a liar?] 】

The young man thought as he retracted his fingers into his sleeve robe without a trace, and a sharp sword aura swirled around his fingertips.

As long as he flicked his sword qi out...

This East Avenue will shed a river of blood!

"Childe, do you think this is good?"

Seeing that Li Changsheng didn't speak, the businessman thought that he felt that he couldn't get off the stage like this.

So the merchant spoke again and set up a step for Li Changsheng:

"We'll give you ten minutes."

"What about you, find a guarantor with weight, and we'll make the deal work and allow you to take the person away first, how about it?"

The slave trader thought that he had done his duty.

Li Changsheng dismantled the stage first, he did not pursue it, and in turn helped Li Changsheng set up the stage.

If Li Changsheng doesn't step down, then he can only take measures.

Good is not money.

The businessman is ruthless, and the six relatives don't recognize it!

Li Changsheng glanced at the slave trader lightly, and just spoke.

Suddenly, outside the crowd, a coquettish female voice came:

"The slave family vouched for him."