War garbage collection system

"Please, my Lord Viscount, I heard from my servants that you want to buy a large number of slaves, right?"

"Yes, owner, I would like to ask, how do you sell the slaves here?"

"Sir, if the quantity is small, we usually charge: for slaves under 12 years old, boys are taels of silver, girls are taels of silver, and for adult slaves, males are taels of silver, and females are taels of silver.

However, we have to discuss and bargain with the slaves after we have seen them in detail. The price will definitely fluctuate. In short, it’s good as long as everyone is satisfied.

Sir, how about we go in and take a look? We can talk about the specific price after we see it. What do you think? "

"Owner, your price is just average! The number of slaves I want to buy is tens of thousands. Your price is a bit high."

When the owner of the field heard this, his face was filled with joy. This was a big deal, and the smile on his face became even more sincere.

"My Lord Viscount, the price is negotiable. As long as you sincerely want to buy it, I will try to lower the price of this slave to the lowest possible level.

Sir, this way please."

"Well, it doesn't hurt to go and take a look."

The two of them walked and talked until they came to a spacious courtyard.

Those large iron cages were filled with slaves of all sizes, who were dressed in tattered clothes and had haggard faces.

Lord Viscount Luo Fugui looked around, secretly calculating in his mind.

He knew that this purchase was a serious matter and that he had to choose carefully, spend as much money as possible, and delay the purchase until the evening.

The owner of the farm enthusiastically introduced the various slaves, while the miser Viscount watched calmly.

He found that some slaves were strong and suitable for labor; while some slaves were smart and intelligent and could perhaps be trained to be spies.

Suddenly, the gaze of the Miser Viscount fell on a young woman in a corner.

Her eyes were determined, and she revealed an indomitable spirit.

The stingy Viscount's heart moved, and he pointed at the woman and asked:

"Owner, how do you sell this woman?"

The owner took a look and said with a smile:

"Your Excellency the Viscount has a good eye. This girl was captured not long ago and we haven't had time to train her yet.

How about this, I'll give you a preferential price, five taels of silver."

The Miser Viscount frowned slightly and began to speak in a somewhat cold tone:

"Five taels of silver? That's too expensive.

I want to buy so many slaves, and I cannot afford to pay this price for each one."

The owner hesitated for a moment and said through gritted teeth:

"Then it's four taels of silver. It can't be any lower."

The Miser Viscount pondered for a moment, then he looked at Han Xing standing behind him. Seeing Han Xing nodding, he finally nodded and said:

"Okay, deal. I'll take this woman. The other slaves will be cheaper.

Men weighed four taels, women weighed three taels, children weighed two taels, and old slaves weighed one tael.

How about it? Will you sell it at this price? If you do, I will buy all the slaves you have here, and I will pay you cash immediately."

"No, this price is too low, I can't accept it.

You see, this old man, although he is old, he once served as the chief steward of a large family.

As for this old man, I won’t sell him to you unless you pay 20 taels of silver.

And this extremely beautiful woman, I won’t sell her to you unless you pay me one hundred taels of silver.

Look again, this incredibly strong man, he used to be a gladiator.

I won't sell it to you unless you offer 50 taels of silver.

Sir, if you really want to buy, let's discuss the price one by one!"

Unexpectedly, this was exactly what the miser wanted, and he could delay the time as much as possible.

Next, the two of them began to bargain for each slave.

At noon, the owner treated the miser to a sumptuous lunch.

But by the afternoon, the two of them were still haggling over the price.

Time passed by minute by minute and night gradually fell.

The miser Viscount was secretly delighted, thinking that his plan was about to succeed.

However, the owner of the field also realized that it was getting late and began to get anxious.

"My Lord Viscount, it's almost dark. How about we pause and continue tomorrow?"

The owner suggested.

"No hurry, no hurry, I'm still interested, let's continue!

Besides, this business is very important to me, so I don’t need to think about it any more. I will definitely buy these slaves you have.

Look, I have brought the money. It is right here. As soon as we reach an agreement, I will give it to you."

The Miser Viscount answered calmly.

Seeing so much money, the owner had no choice but to continue bargaining with him, but he was no longer haggling over the price and sold the slaves faster.

"This is ten taels."

"Five taels, about that! This one is a little thin."

"Okay, this is six taels, is that okay? You can't bargain anymore."

"Okay, six taels then! Next one!"

"This is eight taels."

"Four ounces, I'll take it."

"Five taels!"

"Okay, five taels then! Next one."

"Forget it, Lord Viscount, this is too slow, let's bargain by the hundreds!

Come here quickly and separate them for me. Remember, put the ones with similar prices together."

"Yes, Master."

After a while, the owner spoke first:

"These 472 slaves, each worth seven taels, a total of 3304 taels, minus the remaining taels, how do you think that is?"

"This is too expensive. The most I can offer is two thousand taels."

"2200 taels, no less."

"Okay, I'll take the two thousand one hundred taels."

"Deal! The slaves below are..."

"..."

……

"Well, Lord Viscount, it's getting dark, let's go have dinner!

I'll ask them to calculate the exact amount of the slaves you bought.

"Well, go and eat, and after dinner I will give you the money to buy the slaves."

"Hahaha! Lord Viscount, you really are a trustworthy person. Let's go and have dinner."

The two of them were feasting and drinking here, but the poor Korean star was still squatting in the corner eating a sesame cake.

However, he still put all the slaves he bought into the slave owner's manor space.

At half past eight in the evening, the miser Viscount, who had finished his meal, began to pay.

"Master, please count. There are 87 kilograms of gold and 2570 taels of silver here. Do you think the numbers are correct?"

"Hahaha! It must be a logarithm! Would the Viscount lie to me?"

"Haha! Owner, you'd better count them. After all, I still want to do business with you in the future! Are you planning not to do business with me in the future?"

"Okay, let me count."

Half an hour later, the miser Luo Fugui and Han Xing met in a dark corner.

"Miser, you did a good job today, I will reward you well.

Do you like the slave girl you've been eyeing? If so, I'll give her to you as your wife."

"Thank you, thank you, Master. As soon as I saw that woman, I fell in love with her."

"You, I believed you!

You probably don't know: there is no such thing as love at first sight in this world, there is only lust at first sight.

What I hear you mean: You are a lecher, right?

Forget it, don't be nervous. You have made a contribution today, and it is only right that you are rewarded with a wife.

Now, you better go into space, we will take action soon."

"Yes, Master."

Han Xing waved his hand and took the 20 or so people into the slave owner's manor space.

Next, Han Xing quickly came to the small door behind the City Lord’s Mansion.

He still used his spiritual sense to investigate first, and then activated the traitor to open the small door.

"Coo-coo-coo! Coo-coo!"

"Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"

After a while, the back door of the City Lord's Mansion was opened and Han Xing walked over.