The four hundred and sixty-third section of the store
"May God bless you, Miss." Mendoza whispered, "I will try my best. Don't worry, have the courage to wait for the good news! Goodbye, Miss."
The layout of the auction room is very simple. It is basically a platform slightly higher than the ground. The platform is covered with a woolen blanket, which is somewhat similar to the T stage for costume performances in the old time and space.
A specially called spotlight shines on the stage, making the surroundings appear increasingly dark and mysterious.
The guests all sat on the chairs around them, and the maids brought trays of refreshing drinks and distributed several limited editions of South Sea cigars. The flames of the cigars flickered in the darkness, and the ice cubes hit the glasses, making a subtle crisp sound.
Sound. Whispers could be heard in the venue, but the sound was very low, like a suppressed swarm of bees.
Marina sat in the fence near the catwalk. There were several benches for the slave girls to rest. The slave girls' hair had been untied and spread on their backs, and they were wearing the same white dress as her, but Marina had already
Regardless of feeling humiliated, her eyes had adjusted to the light, and she carefully searched the venue for buyers who looked like Europeans.
At this time, Fang Fei was smoking a cigar in a corner: he had a wife, so naturally he could not participate in the auction. However, his interest in beauties or foreign horses was not as high as that of other veterans - he had been engaged in exhibition work for many years, and had contact with
He has seen too many Chinese and Western showgirls. In his own words: let alone eating, I am tired of looking at them.
This batch of S-class maids, including the S-class maids currently selected from Shandong refugees by Zhu Mingxia in the purification camp, in his opinion, are not as good as any batch of showgirls he has ever used. Based on the nutritional level.
Sexual things are hard to beat.
But this matter is his job now. Since it is a job, he must do it 100% well. Especially for such a big thing - anything involving the personal life of a senator is a big thing. And according to the opinions of the Executive Committee and the General Office, similar things will happen in the future.
S-level maids will be auctioned. For this reason, the general office is planning a new veteran service organization. As a subordinate organization of the general office, it will specialize in undertaking such work. I heard that Lao Hong is very interested in this project. Although people
He is in Hong Kong, but there are emails from him on the liner arriving at Bopu from Hong Kong every day. It seems that he is actively planning something.
His staff - he habitually calls them "assistants" - are waiting behind him at any time to listen to his instructions. Although the auction will start soon, Fang Fei is a person who pays great attention to details and will pay attention to details at any time.
New instructions would be issued. He snapped his fingers, and an assistant immediately stepped forward.
"Did you give them water?"
"I drank a glass of water before setting off."
"Now give them each a cup of iced coffee." Fang Fei sniffed. "Tell the people in the office to get some more ice cubes and put them around the display stand. The temperature here is a bit high. By the way, you put the female slaves
Call the assistant over the fence!"
Iced coffee and ice cubes are used to reduce the temperature of the slave girl - Caucasian people have strong body odor, the light on the catwalk is strong, and the temperature is high, sweating too much can easily emit an unpleasant smell. As for the coffee itself
It can provide a certain stimulating effect to keep their spirits high and maintain their best condition.
"Yes, Director." The assistant went immediately. After a while, the assistant responsible for taking care of the female slave walked over quickly.
"Why do they all let their hair down?" Fang Fei asked him, "The hair is too much and too thick, as if they were wearing a shawl!"
The assistant quickly defended:
"Director, I want to show the chiefs their beautiful hair - you said before that the chiefs all like maids with long hair..."
"But they prefer their maids to have delicate necks, round shoulders and beautiful smooth backs. If you ask them to let their hair down, it's like asking them to wear an extra coat. Do you know?" Fang Fei said coldly.
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"Yes, Director. I will change it immediately!" the assistant said tremblingly. Even though Director Fang is elegant and fair, he is merciless when reprimanding women - not to mention the fact that Director Fang is so ordinary when he sees a female naturalized citizen staff.
There will be some sympathy left.
"You have quite a professional idea..." A voice came from the darkness.
"It's my job to train showgirls." Fang Fei didn't take it seriously and stood up to greet him. The person who came was the Minister of Health. He had a cigar in his mouth and was lighting it.
Shi Niaoren did not participate in the lottery and naturally did not intend to bid. The main purpose of his visit was to observe the race and physiological structure of the female slaves in order to reserve more information for the Ministry of Health's eugenics research.
"Actually, although showgirls and female slaves have different identities, they are also the result of female objectification." Minister Shi seemed to be quite emotional.
"What? Minister Shi, are you planning to buy one too?"
"Me?" Shi Niaoren shook his head, "I don't have any plans for the time being - by the way, when I was a graduate student in America, I was still full of energy, and I was not unmoved by the bulging ocean horses, and I also once went to Las Vegas.
After spending money in Vegas, it was regarded as a luxury, but now I have no interest..." As he spoke, he stroked his forehead, which was starting to show signs of aging, "I'm old, I'm old..."
"You can be considered middle-aged at most, why are you old? It's important to get a few more maids and give birth to a few more babies!" Fang Fei joked, "Why don't you ask Liu San to help you take your pulse and prescribe some nourishing medicine."
Shi Niaoren shook his head: "Forget about Liu San's witch doctor who pretends to be a magician. I have really become Lei Feng since D-Day... When I opened my eyes, all I could think about was the elders' affairs, but my own.
I'm not interested anymore. I'm worried that by proposing women in such a big way, the Ministry of Health for Maternal and Child Health may not be able to keep up with the needs of the situation."
The first baby boom has arrived, and no matter how much the seniors complained about the quality of the first batch of maids allocated, the results are not small. Starting from Tang Menglong's son, there have been more than fifty "Yuan maids" born in total.
"Second Generation", and dozens of maids are pregnant. Ai Beibei is so busy that she can't even move her feet every day.
"Speaking of which, why didn't the slave girl shave her head this time?" Shi Niaoren asked, "Many parasites cannot be completely eliminated without shaving their body hair!"
"Last time, the elders had an opinion, saying that it was difficult to judge beauty and ugliness after shaving your hair, so we planned to do a second round of purification this time." Fang Fei explained, "After the distribution is completed, the second round of purification will be carried out."
"The bad taste of these otakus!" Minister Shi couldn't help but muttered.
The assistant here returned to the pen and immediately called a few maids to instruct them to pull up the hair of these slave girls and fix it with hair pins and ribbons.
Marina let them dress themselves up, but her eyes kept trying hard to scan the buyers in the audience in the dim light. The priest promised her that he would persuade an Italian painter to come forward to bid, and he would buy her no matter how high the bidding price was.
.But as far as she could see, there was no trace of a European other than Mendoza.
Could it be that the priest failed to convince him, or that the Italian was temporarily timid? Marina thought anxiously.
"What are you looking at?" Suddenly a female slave beside her asked, "Do you know anyone here?"
"Do you speak Spanish?" Marina asked in surprise, suddenly realizing that she spoke too loudly, she quickly lowered her voice and repeated it.
The slave girl who spoke was a petite girl with blond hair and blue eyes. Her face was calm and serene. She said: "A little bit...can you speak Portuguese?"
"Yes, yes." Marina said in Portuguese, "Who are you? How could you fall into the hands of the Australians?"
"What is an Australian?" the girl asked.
"This is an Australian place."
"I don't know... I was captured by the Barbary pirates." She sighed, "My ship was attacked by them while on an expedition to the Cape Verde Islands. Then I was sent to Basra, and then to
Here." She looked around curiously, "I have never heard of any Australians in this world - judging from their appearance, aren't they typical East Asians? They look almost Tatar. Is this Asia?"
Marina was very happy to have a fellow prisoner to talk to, but she was a little annoyed by her indifferent expression: "You don't seem to care about being a slave. Have you never thought about running away?"
"Escape? It's been more than a year since I was captured. I don't even know where I am on the earth." The girl said helplessly.
At this time, the maids brought iced coffee, and no one refused it except Marina. Marina suspected that there was ecstasy in it. She excused herself from having an upset stomach and didn't drink it.
"Aha! It's coffee!" The blonde girl seemed to be happy, "But it's not quite the same as Arabic coffee." She tasted it carefully.
"What? You know this drink."
"This is a drink that Turks like to drink." The blonde girl seemed very proud of her knowledge, "Arabs and Turks both drink this. It can cheer people up." She looked at the buyers in the audience, "I didn't expect this.
There is too!”
Marina's attitude towards the girl was simply dumbfounded: she didn't seem to realize how terrible the situation she was in was.
The auction of female slaves began, and the venue was in good order. When everyone's attention was focused on the catwalk, Mendoza quietly appeared again. She said a few words to the maid guarding the female slaves, and then
She was taken aside alone.
"Look, that's Mr. Trini." She motioned her to look over there with her eyes, "I've already made an agreement with him. He will do his best."
"Thank you very much for your help." Sure enough, she saw a Latin-looking European sitting far away from the stage. He was neatly dressed and looking here. (To be continued. Mobile phone users please go to read.