How about this? I'll pay 30,000 taels, ten times the price of a first-class slave, to buy him. And another 6,000 taels to buy his brother. What do you think, Boss Dai?

Murong Xiao's price not only surprised the man in the cell, but even Boss Dai was shocked.

He had encountered many people like Murong Xiao, and whenever he encountered such a situation, he would always take a step back, because his business creed was: life is above all else, safety comes first.

So he was already prepared. This person from the royal family would only offer three thousand taels of silver at most, or even less. So when Murong Xiao told him the price she offered, Boss Dai was absolutely shocked.

Thirty-six thousand taels, this price was definitely the highest price he had ever paid for slaves.

"This young master is so generous, how dare I say anything? I will make you my friend. If you like other slaves later, I will make the deal. All slaves will be sold at 80% of the price."

"In that case, thank you very much, Boss Dai!"

"You're too polite, sir!"

With the personal recommendation of Boss Dai, Murong Xiao selected another 30 strong and agile slaves, and finally took away all 32 slaves for less than 120,000 taels.

After leaving the slave market, Murong Xiao hired a few horse-drawn carriages, and had the slaves she bought drive the carriages, while the rest of the people sat in the carriages, heading out of the city.

Two months ago, she found a secret valley outside the city. On the one hand, it was only half an hour away from the capital, and on the other hand, it was so secluded that there were almost no people there. Hiding such a group of people was no problem at all.

After the carriage could no longer move, the group walked to the place where they would live and train. There were already people waiting there.

"Sir, you're here?"

Murong Xiao nodded and asked, "Xiao Liu, have you finished all the things I asked you to do before?"

"Well, don't worry, sir, it's already done."

Murong Xiao nodded with satisfaction and said to the thin boy lying on the carriage in the back, "Put him in a good place. I'll check his injuries later."

"yes."

Xiaoliu was a small-time craftsman she had picked up on the street before she got married. Unable to bear his exploitation, he tried to leave, but was beaten half to death by his unscrupulous boss. Not only was he not paid his monthly wages, he nearly lost his life. Later, she rescued him, and he became grateful and worked for her.

For two months, Xiaoliu had been stationed here, working tirelessly to build and maintain the land. With the help of the cooks and craftsmen he had hired from his hometown, the training ground had already begun to take shape.

The slaves came to this large and empty courtyard, all with puzzled expressions.

Looking at their master's elegant appearance, it's clear that they belong to a wealthy or powerful family. Furthermore, they had previously said they were buying them to be guards for their new house, but now they've brought them here. This is really...

"Everyone." After gathering everyone in the yard, Murong Xiao spoke.

"After spending so much time in the slave market, I'm sure you've become very familiar with it and deeply detest it. You signed contracts with the slave owners at low prices, but do you know how much they sell it to outsiders?"

Murong Xiao's words made the slaves look at each other in confusion. To be honest, they really didn't know their own price.

"Don't you know? Then take a look for yourself."