Han Sen sympathized with the slaves, but the rules of the seven kingdoms were like that. It was not something that could be changed by saving one or two slaves.
There were many young children among the slaves. They were all wearing smart collars and smart handcuffs. They were like cats and dogs being chased away. Han Sen shook his head.
Mister Yang saw Han Sen shake his head. He sighed and said, "There is no difference between high and low. With a God Spirit and a Blood-Pulse, there is a difference between high and low."
While the two of them were talking, they suddenly heard a little girl cry. "Mommy … Mommy …"
Han Sen looked over. He saw a young mother fall to the ground. She was blocking the slaves' way. A supervisor with a whip came over to hit her.
The young mother's body seemed to have a problem. She could not stand up. She tried her best to protect the crying little girl. She allowed the whip to hit her.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed the whip horizontally. Looking closely, it was a middle-aged man next to her. Looking at his clothes, collar, and handcuffs, it was obvious that he was also a slave.
The middle-aged slave let go of the whip and said to the supervisor, "You should forgive them. If you beat them to death, it will not do you any good. You will sell them for less money."
The supervisor was used to being ferocious among the slaves. At this time, he was unexpectedly contradicted by a slave. He suddenly felt that he had lost face. His eyes were fierce, and he whipped the slave. At the same time, he angrily said, "Laozi is happy to whip you bitches to death."
The middle-aged man was whipped a few times. His body started to bleed, but he still protected the mother and child. He did not look like he was going to fall back.
The more he did that, the more upset the supervisor was. He scolded and whipped harder. "F * ck! If you want to die, I will help you."
But soon, his whip was grabbed by another hand, and he couldn't continue to lash out.
"What are you doing?"
The supervisor saw that the person holding his whip was not a slave. It was someone who had just come off the ship. He did not dare be as cocky as he had been with the slaves.
Han Sen let go of the whip. He pointed at the middle-aged man and the mother and child. "How much are these three people? I want them."
"You want to buy this third slave?" A man who looked like a manager came over and looked at Han Sen.
"Manager Wen." The supervisor at the side hurriedly bowed to the man, looking very respectful.
"Yes." Han Sen nodded.
Manager Wen narrowed his eyes and sized up Han Sen for a moment before saying with a smile, "These slaves were ordered by the Seven Hearts Department. Normally, they cannot be sold elsewhere."
"Then I'll ask Manager Wen to offer an extraordinary price," Han Sen said with a faint smile.
When Manager Wen heard this, he was delighted. He knew that he had met a rich master today. He thought to himself, "A fat pig delivered itself to my doorstep. It would be a waste not to slaughter it."
Manager Wen wasn't lying. This batch of slaves was indeed sent specifically for the Seven Hearts Department. However, there were often deaths and injuries during the process of transporting slaves. Therefore, every time they transported slaves, they would transport an extra batch. This batch was just a waste of space.
This time, there were many wasted spaces. If someone was willing to pay a high price, it did not matter if he sold three.
"Mister, you are making this difficult for me." Manager Wen was already planning to rip off Han Sen, but he pretended to look troubled.
Han Sen looked at Manager Wen and asked, "What kind of price would make this difficult for you?"
A smile finally appeared on Manager Wen's face. "Since young master values them so much, then this one can only give young master face. I will think of another way to explain to the Seven Hearts Court. These three slaves only cost three thousand qin coins. Young master can take them. If the Seven Hearts Court pursues this matter, this one will bear all responsibility."
"3,000 qin coins?" Mister Yang angrily said. "Why don't you just rob someone?"
On the market, normal adult slaves were sold for 50 to 60 qin coins. Even the young ones were only sold for 100 qin coins. For a big slave ship like this, selling them in bulk was cheaper.
Three slaves for 3,000 qin coins was a sky-high price.
"You cannot say that. These are slaves that the Seven Hearts Department wants. I am taking a big risk by selling them to you."
Before Manager Wen finished speaking, Han Sen interrupted him. Han Sen looked at Mister Yang and said, "Mister, give them to him. I want these three."
Mister Yang thought he was being ripped off, but since Han Sen had spoken, he had no choice but to transfer 3,000 qin coins to Manager Wen.
"Mister, you have a good eye. If you need anything in the future, come find me." Manager Wen accepted the 3,000 qin coins. His face was smiling so much that it looked like a flower was about to bloom.
They were just three lowly slaves. Originally, they weren't worth much, but now, they were being sold for nearly a hundred times the original price. Manager Wen very readily handed over the three slave cards.
Han Sen took the slave cards and had Mister Yang return them to them. He helped the mother and daughter up.
Han Sen bowed to the middle-aged man and asked, "What is your name?"
"Thank you for saving me, Mister. My name is Jian Bu Gu." The middle-aged man bowed back.
Hearing that name, everyone was shocked. After a while, the supervisor who had beaten the slaves looked at them with disdain and said, "You are a slave, yet you are called Jian Bu Gu?
Are you not afraid of being beheaded? "
Someone next to him laughed and said, "This slave's name is very arrogant. It is the same as the Qin Kingdom's king's teacher, Jian Bu Gu. It is a shame he has the same name but different lives. One is the famous Qin Kingdom's king's teacher, and the other is just a cheap slave."
Manager Wen thought it was funny. "A slave's name is Jian Bu Gu, but he can sell for 3,000 qin coins. Who cares what his name is? Even if he calls himself Sky God, it is fine."
In the midst of everyone's discussion, Han Sen learned who Jian Bu Gu was. A teacher was the king's teacher. He was one of the three dukes. If the king was young or had a vacancy, he could manage the country.
Jian Bu Gu was not only a teacher, but he was also known as the Qin Kingdom's number one swordsman. Ten years ago, Jian Bu Gu retired. No one had heard of his name for a long time.
No one thought the slave in front of them was the Qin Kingdom's number one swordsman, Jian Bu Gu.
Han Sen did not know if this person was Jian Bu Gu. He had never heard of Jian Bu Gu's name before, but he could tell the man was not ordinary. His quiet presence was not something ordinary people could compare to.
Li Bing Yu looked at Jian Bu Gu with confusion. She did not believe Jian Bu Gu would become a slave, but after looking at him a bit more, she noticed that the slave looked familiar.
Although Li Bing Yu had never seen Jian Bu Gu in person, Wu Wei Dao Palace had a picture of Jian Bu Gu. That middle-aged man looked older than Jian Bu Gu in the picture. He did not look as arrogant as Jian Bu Gu, but when she looked at him, she noticed that he did look similar.