I came to the slave market in the Combeda business district again, and it was as lively as ever.
Looking up, there is a crowd of people ahead, and all kinds of noises are coming out one after another. The most popular topics are nothing more than where the female slaves are the sexiest and most charming, which slave shop has the lowest price, and where the slaves are of the highest quality.
good.....
Grinning, Zhang Yunfeng muttered a few times, ignored the chirping sounds in his ears, and walked straight into the slave shop from the last time.
Walking into the slave shop, the colorful magic lamps illuminated the shop as if it were daytime. There were quite a few customers in the shop at this time, and several clerks were all standing beside the well-dressed nobles to wait on them. For a moment, there was no one.
Someone came to pick up Zhang Yunfeng.
Seeing that no one was there to welcome him, Zhang Yunfeng was happy to relax and sit on the luxurious soft chairs prepared for customers in the shop. With a thought, a book suddenly appeared in Zhang Yunfeng's hands.
Of course, this book is not some erotic picture, or some restricted book.
From the slightly old but already shiny cover and the slightly yellowed pages, it is not difficult to tell that the history of this book is probably no less than ten years.
This book is exactly the magic notebook that Donald gave to Zhang Yunfeng last time.
In the past few days, he had been so busy trying to solve the problem of the Ye Ming bandits that he didn't even have time to be intimate with his two young wives.
Now that he finally has free time, Zhang Yunfeng wants to take advantage of this free time to read through Donald's magic notes. After all, the magic experience of a holy magician is also very helpful to him. And Zhang Yunfeng is now very good at thunder magic.
For those who are interested, I was assassinated by the black-robed swordsman a few days ago. If Zhang Yunfeng had not used level 9 lightning magic to seriously injure the enemy in time, I am afraid that he might not have been forced to self-destruct in the end.
With such brilliant results, Zhang Yunfeng naturally wanted to learn more about this thunder magic with extremely sharp attack power.
Opening the yellowed pages, Zhang Yunfeng began to read as if no one else was watching. When he saw some profound magic theories, Zhang Yunfeng nodded from time to time, enjoying the reading.
Most of the people who come to the slave shop are there to buy slaves, but people like Zhang Yunfeng who are not paying attention to anyone and are concentrating on reading are definitely an outlier.
Such anomalies naturally attracted the attention of the clerks who were still receiving customers.
Looking at Zhang Yunfeng, who looks as quiet as a virgin and has an extraordinary temperament, most of the clerks subconsciously thought that he was a nobleman with status. Some female clerks even put aside the fat-headed and big-eared nobles around them to receive Zhang Yunfeng.
The tendency to fall for pretty boys.
However, after the clerks took a serious look at Zhang Yunfeng, they immediately stopped and continued to entertain the richly dressed nobles enthusiastically.
The reason is because Zhang Yunfeng's clothes are too ordinary. He is wearing a common blue mage robe, and his ten fingers are all white. Seeing Zhang Yunfeng's appearance, the shop assistants subconsciously classified Zhang Yunfeng into a dozen.
Among soy sauce people, and Zhang Daguan looked at it with gusto, he didn't look like a customer who was coming to buy a slave. Therefore, the clerks had no intention of receiving Zhang Yunfeng. After all, he was handsome, so
They can't be used as food, but they all have to live.
Of course, if Zhang Yunfeng puts on a gorgeous aristocratic costume and carries a few magic accessories inlaid with high-level magic cores, the shop assistants will definitely treat him as an ancestor. But the way he looks now is really good.
He was not very outstanding, and for the sake of his own salary, the rational clerks ignored him gracefully.
Even after a customer bought a slave and left, the clerks never had the tendency to go into Zhang Yunfeng's place to receive them. Instead, they went outside to solicit customers. From the beginning to the end, they regarded Zhang Yunfeng as a ball of air, let alone a favor.
Services such as tea.
In this way, under the deliberate inactivity of all the clerks, Zhang Yunfeng sat there, and an hour passed unknowingly.
There is still an endless stream of customers coming and going in the store.
At this time, the person in charge of the slave shop, a wretched middle-aged uncle, walked into the front hall of the shop from the backyard. He looked at the richly dressed nobles in the shop, with a proud smile on their thin and wretched faces.
During the recent period, the slave shop he was responsible for made a big business, earning the big boss a net profit of hundreds of thousands of gold coins. For this matter, the big boss even praised him greatly, and even
He also gave him an unprecedented bonus of one thousand gold coins.
Although one thousand gold coins was nothing in the eyes of a noble, but in the eyes of an ordinary person like him, it was a huge amount of money that had never been seen before. The bonus of one thousand gold coins made him extremely happy.
In order to celebrate getting this huge sum of money, he even degenerated a lot and spent 300 gold coins on a prostitute at the Jasmine Hotel.
Humming an unknown tune in his mouth, the middle-aged uncle glanced at the several nobles who came to purchase slaves in the shop, narrowed his small eyes into a thin line, and muttered to himself; "Today's business is pretty good.
Yes, it would be great if it could always be so popular! In this way, the number of the general meeting at the end of the year is expected. If so, how many gold coins will the big boss reward me? Hehe, I was very chic last time at Jasmine Hotel
Once, the little beauty's kung fu was really good. When she twisted her little waist, I was so horny. But the price was too expensive. Hey! If there are a few more people who took advantage of me like last time.
It would be great to live here with me! If this is really the case, I can stay at the Jasmine Hotel for a long time!"
Thinking of that depraved gold-selling cave, the middle-aged man felt both love and hate, and his eyes began to patrol the shop.
"Huh!"
After a pause, the middle-aged man's gaze rested on the row of chairs in the right front of the shop. To be precise, it was a blue figure sitting on the chair. The man's back was facing him, and he could only see a head as black as ink.
Hair, and a blue mage robe.
The middle-aged uncle felt that he had seen that figure before somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
"By the way, isn't this the one who was taken advantage of last time? He is the only one in Combeda with black hair!"
Seeing the extremely sparse black hair, the middle-aged uncle immediately remembered the identity of the figure behind him. He was no stranger to Zhang Yunfeng at all.
He quickly walked to the front row and looked at Zhang Yunfeng who was reading a book seriously with his head lowered. The middle-aged uncle immediately said excitedly: "Brother! Why are you so free to come to my place today? Are you here to take care of me again?
business?"
How could he not be excited? Zhang Yunfeng's last transaction brought him a bonus of one thousand gold coins. If he did it again, his bonus would definitely be indispensable. In the face of gold coins, even enemies with blood feuds would turn conflicts into friendship.
, let alone a businessman like him.
Suddenly he caught a glimpse of someone standing in front of him, and another excited voice came from his ears. Zhang Yunfeng subconsciously raised his head and looked at the excited middle-aged man. Zhang Yunfeng immediately recognized that the person in front of him was the same person from last time.
The middle-aged uncle who received me.
"Snapped!"
Closing the book with a snap, he casually put the magic notes in his hand back into his computer bracelet. Zhang Yunfeng stood up from his chair and said with a smile, "Brother, long time no see. How are you doing lately."
"Thanks to my brother's blessing, my life has been very nourishing." Thinking of the good weather in recent times, the middle-aged uncle suddenly beamed and said with a smile: "Brother, if you want to come, you should follow me in advance.
Do you want to say something? Let me send someone to greet you! Do you look down on me, brother?"
"It's nothing. I just decided to come here on a whim. It would be bad if I disturbed my brother." Zhang Yunfeng said politely.
"Don't bother, don't bother!" Waving his hands repeatedly, the middle-aged uncle said hurriedly, "I can't bear to see my brother come to my door every day? It's rare to see someone as generous as my brother!"
Turning his eyes, the middle-aged uncle suddenly saw that the table next to Zhang Yunfeng was empty. His brows suddenly furrowed and he asked, "Why is no one bringing tea? Brother, is there no one to receive and serve you?"
Although I was a little dissatisfied with the cold treatment of those clerks, I didn’t want to be troubled until dawn because of such a trivial matter, so I laughed and said: I am only one person, and my hands and feet are not disabled, so I need someone to serve me there!”
"That's unreasonable!" He snorted heavily, and an undisguised anger suddenly appeared on the middle-aged uncle's wretched face, and his dry brows furrowed into the word "Chuan".
Hearing Zhang Yunfeng's words, he looked at Zhang Yunfeng's simple clothes. He didn't know what the middle-aged uncle was doing. But when his subordinates saw Zhang Yunfeng's simple clothes, they thought he was a nobody and refused to welcome him.
At this moment, the middle-aged uncle was even thinking of strangling his subordinates in the store. The man in front of him was a real big customer! He gave them all over hundreds of thousands of gold coins without blinking an eye.
Their slave shop has not encountered such a customer for a long time. And those short-sighted guys did not accept such a big customer, but instead took care of the small nobles who only bought one or two slaves at most.
Damn it! If you don't accept a big customer who might buy a slave worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins, but only look after the small customers who can only provide you with a few thousand gold coins, it's like 'leaving the gold mountain to mine iron ore!'
"You... you... you... all come here to me."
Regardless of the presence of other customers, the middle-aged man's almost off-key voice suddenly sounded, and the angry voice seemed extremely harsh in the spacious store!