After hearing Murong Xiao's words, the waiter's face turned pale. He knew that since the man before him dared to say such words, he was definitely someone he couldn't afford to offend, so he immediately said, "Sir, calm down. Please wait a moment. I will go see the master of the house."
Not long after the waiter left, he returned to Murong Xiao again.
"Sir, the Patriarch and the eldest master are waiting for you inside, please."
Murong Xiao raised her lips slightly. For those who valued profit above all else, she had her own way of dealing with them. That was to threaten them! As long as she threatened them and cut off their source of income, they would obey obediently.
In ancient times, merchants, though wealthy and well-connected, were wary of competing with the imperial court. So, as for that slave, whether she bought him, robbed him, cheated him, or threatened him, if she took a fancy to him, he was hers!
Led by the waiter, Murong Xiao came to a private room where the slaves were imprisoned. The room here was obviously much better than the stone prison outside. The house was made of wood and there was a bed and a quilt inside.
The man was sitting on the ground at this moment, with his back to the prison door, facing his brother who was accidentally injured in the fight, his eyes full of worry.
Outside the prison door, two men were standing there. When they saw Murong Xiao, they greeted him with smiles.
"May I know this gentleman's name?"
Murong Xiao glanced at the two men, not even willing to look them in the eye, and said coldly, "You don't need to know my name. Before the fight began, you promised me that if these slaves survived, I would choose them.
What? Now that you see this slave can make you money, you can't bear to give it up? Boss Dai, that's not how you do business. If you really don't want to run this slave market, I don't mind helping you close it down."
Murong Xiao's words made the boss's eyes shrink slightly.
Although he was just a businessman, he had maintained good relations with the powerful people in the capital of South Vietnam over the past ten years. He had even met two or three princes of the royal family and had a good relationship with them.
Although the young man in front of him looked young, he spoke with dignity, and it was obvious that he had considerable power behind him.
However, he has been running this slave market for more than ten years, and not just anyone can scare him.
"Sir, it's true that my servant promised you this before. But you know, slaves belong to their owners. After the fight, Mr. Zhuang sold this slave to me. Now, this slave belongs to me.
"Sir, I can tell from the first glance that you are a prominent figure. If so, you should understand that once a slave has an owner, it becomes someone else's private property. Even if I were to take this matter to court, I would be in the right. Please forgive me, sir."
After hearing what Boss Dai said, Murong Xiao didn't get angry. He smiled and said, "Boss Dai, you should know that the most taboo in gambling in the slave market is to reuse people. This time, everyone saw the performance of this slave clearly. His strength is not bad, at least his strength is not bad.
If you use him to gamble next time, almost everyone will bet on him to win. I believe that Boss Dai will definitely find a way to make him lose. However, Boss Dai, do you believe it? If you don't sell him to me today, starting tomorrow, I will have my servants bring doctors to watch your place every day.
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