Chapter 139: Sending You to the Sky (7)

Shen Minghuan's business was booming.

He connected the shops that Emperor Yan had given him and built a big restaurant.

The Emperor Yan asked Shen Minghuan to convey limited information each time, so he couldn't do too much intelligence business on the surface.

But after all, he frequently entered the palace and had contact with Emperor Yan and even many ministers, so Shen Minghuan could analyze a lot of information by himself. If he couldn't analyze it, he could still make up rumors.

The court officials were not fools. They spent hundreds of taels not to know what colors and flowers the emperor liked. Buying clothes was just to express a thirst for knowledge.

In addition to the ready-made clothes in the store, everyone also placed a lot of orders, which were prepared for these secrets that could not be made public.

Just looking at Shen Minghuan's daily income of no less than 2,000 taels in recent days, you can see how pleasant their cooperation is.

But there is no need to tell Emperor Yan about this little thing. Anyway, Shen Minghuan will give him the silver notes hovering around 500 taels on time.

In the eyes of Emperor Yan, Shen Minghuan was serious about doing business and did not expect to sell the secret history of the imperial court.

For this reason, although the second and third floors of the newly opened restaurant were magnificent and expensive, the price of the first floor was very affordable, which was obviously aimed at wealthy merchants with a little property and caravans.

This further confirmed the fact that this man had no ambition and was unwilling to interfere in the court.

Seeing that he stopped so neatly, Emperor Yan saw that the last trace of doubt disappeared.

The land where the restaurant was located belonged to the royal family, which all the ministers knew well, so the banquets between colleagues would be deliberately held here.

It could not only please Emperor Yan, but also give face to the mysterious and all-powerful Prince Shen.

Paying one cent and earning two favors was really worth it! The adults were satisfied and amazed.

Shen Minghuan would still send half of the restaurant's profits to the palace. Looking at the one or two hundred taels every day, Emperor Yan felt that the money earned from the legitimate business was indeed not much.

In fact, for ordinary restaurants, a net profit of ten taels in a day is already a big profit, but who let Emperor Yan see the grand scene of the ready-made clothing shop making a fortune every day?

A mere one or two hundred taels is really not worth mentioning, and Emperor Yan is happy to use this little money to show his goodwill.

So Shen Minghuan even saved the two hundred taels.

Emperor Yan can see Shen Minghuan's account book at any time, so he has no doubt about this number.

Even if there is some water, the difference will not be too big.

You know, it is almost impossible to falsify the account book perfectly to conceal the truth, and the larger the amount, the easier it is to make mistakes.

After all, such a big shop is there, and a little check can reveal clues.

At this time, Shen Minghuan was sitting in a luxurious carriage, drinking tea and eating cakes, thinking with great guilt that he should not lose his conscience in doing business, otherwise he would make too much money.

Shen Minghuan sighed, how should he spend all the money in his lifetime?

The carriage drove from the bustling city to the secluded city, and then from the secluded city to another level of bustling city.

Shen Minghuan listened to the lively laughter in his ears getting farther and farther away, and then turned into suppressed painful wails.

"Young Master, we're here." Sui Qing reminded him in a low voice.

Shen Minghuan had already opened the curtain.

Yandu, the richest city in Yan State, is home to countless dignitaries, princes and nobles.

The music and dancing never stopped for twelve hours, and the river flowing from the rich area was full of the fragrance of powder.

In the most prosperous city, even the scale of the slave market is much larger than other places.

The unkempt and ragged slaves wore straw tags on their heads, and their wrists were tied with straw ropes and strung together. They were thrown away on the roadside like goods.

The nobles' clean shoes would not step into this poor and dirty land. Their world was always lit with candles and bright lights. They could only see the flowers and could not see the darkness in the corners.

Most people who come here wear servants' clothes with the mark of the master's family embroidered on their chests. Even if they are not of high status, they can still look at the goods on the roadside with a proud and disdainful look.

This is the place recommended by the servants in Shen Minghuan's mansion.

Shen Minghuan's business is getting better and better, and there is a shortage of manpower. The housekeeper said that instead of spending a lot of money every month to find workers, it is better to buy some slaves.

Cheap, capable, one cake a day can be fed, and it is not painful to die.

When the housekeeper talked about it, there were several servants around. They really thought about Shen Minghuan, and nodded happily one by one, with approval in their eyes.

It seems that there is no problem with the existence of this place, with a natural calm.

The housekeeper originally planned to go there by himself, but Shen Minghuan refused, so the housekeeper had to put a lot of precious spices on the carriage with worry.

"Sir, that is not a good place, you can take a look and come back." The housekeeper was very worried that those slaves who did not know the rules would bump into his own master.

Shen Minghuan watched for a long time outside the alley. He really didn't know why the housekeeper was so cautious. It showed that people were really strange.

"Sui Qing, go in."

Sui Qing rarely did not respond immediately. He lowered his eyes and repeated what the housekeeper said: "Sir, this is not a good place."

"It's not a ghost place, so why can't we go there?" Shen Minghuan asked back.

This refusal had exhausted Sui Qing's courage. He drove the carriage slowly, and the sounds became clearer and clearer.

It was hard to believe that there would be order in such a place. The outermost left side was full of half-grown children.

"No, no, no more than seven copper coins. This girl is too thin. I have to spend a lot of money to raise her." The old madam roughly pulled a little girl, looked up and down with critical eyes, and grabbed her cheek hard. Indicating that there isn't much meat at all.

The slave trader argued: "Eight copper coins can be repaid with just a few meals. Look at this body and face. Are you still worried about not having money to earn by then?"

The little girl was pulled so hard that she had tears in her eyes, but she bit her lip and did not dare to make a sound.

The boy on the side, not much older than the little girl, begged the slave trader in a low voice: "Don't sell my sister to her, please, I can work, and I don't have much to eat. If you sell me, don't sell my sister..."

The slave trader waved his whip at him impatiently, "Go, go, don't disturb my business."

The little girl burst into tears immediately, "Brother, brother, do you feel any pain? Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

On the right are some young and strong laborers. In comparison, the transaction speed here will be much faster.

The boy took the whip and whipped the slave twice on the back. The slave did not dare to dodge or cry out in pain, but his breathing was much heavier.

They used this method to test the quality of their slaves.

The boy was very satisfied with the slave's performance and took out the money bag: "Twenty copper coins, I want both slaves."

He took the straw rope and the deed of sale from the slave trader, and left with the two slaves.

Everyone's eyes were calm, even the eyes of the slaves on the roadside were accustomed to numbness and death.

Shen Minghuan looked at this absurd scene and sighed lowly: "A single piece of clothing cost three hundred taels of silver, and there was an endless stream of people buying it. But now a living person only spends ten copper coins."

Yandu is a big city that can accommodate the carnival of drunkenness and dreams, as well as the mourning of hell on earth.

"Young Master, they are no longer human beings." Sui Qing lowered her eyes and felt an inexplicable desire to speak, "Most of them are people from other countries. Once the country was broken and they were displaced, they were kidnapped and made slaves."

Sui Qing knows that many people are kind-hearted. They will feel sad when they see the flowers withering, and they will feel pity when they see the helpless beggars.

But this treatment is limited to one's own compatriots.

Human beings are too good at dividing themselves into races. High and low, noble and humble, noble and humble, are like a natural chasm, straddling the vast world.

The madam on the left is still arguing with the slave trader.

The little girl stood in front of the boy, who secretly pulled the straw rope.

Sui Qing followed Shen Minghuan's gaze and said coldly: "They can't escape. They don't have talisman cards and they don't have household registration. Even if they escape, they will be caught and brought back here."

Shen Minghuan couldn't bear to see how bitter and resentful he looked, so he lightly clicked his tongue and said, "Go and pay."

Suiqing was stunned for a moment, and then quickly lowered his head: "Young Master is kind-hearted, but you can't save everyone."

Shen Minghuan is the one who wants to buy jobs, and these skinny children are obviously not suitable for adults.

After getting along for a while, Sui Qing knew that this young master was actually the most soft-hearted.

But what can be done? Can he save these two children and all the slaves in the alley?

Besides the capital of Yan, there was the capital of Cang, and besides the capital of Yan, there was the state of Jin and the state of Yong. There are so many miserable people in this world, how many can Shen Minghuan save?

"Sui Qing, you are so long-winded." Shen Minghuan interrupted his sadness: "Go ahead and pay."

Suiqing pursed his lips and took out a piece of broken silver from the purse at his waist, which was the smallest amount of money he had.

He jumped off the carriage and threw the broken silver to the slave trader, "Is it enough to buy these two children?"

Sui Qing's neat gown and the luxurious carriage behind him make him look like a nobleman who cannot be offended.

The madam didn't dare to fight, and she didn't have the money to fight, so she had no choice but to laugh with her.

The slave trader handed over the straw rope flatteringly: "That's enough, that's enough."

The two children leaned together, suppressing their cries and weeping.

For the fate of escaping disaster, and for the unpredictable future.

Sui Qing came back with the straw rope. He wanted to tie it to the shaft of the carriage, but he heard Shen Minghuan's casual tone: "Sui Qing, let them come up."

"Sir, this is against the rules." Sui Qing stopped him instinctively, but quickly realized his overstep.

He said "Excuse me" and then said "Yes".

Suiqing carried the two children into the carriage. Although he was reluctant, his movements were very gentle. Even though the two children were covered in scars, they were not hurt.

Sensing the hidden treasure in the embrace, the two children exclaimed quietly, and suddenly felt a lot more at ease.

Sui Qing carefully opened the car curtain, and Shen Minghuan was looking at him with a smile, "Sui Qing, you are a little strange today."

Suiqing didn't know how to answer.

Shen Minghuan didn't need to answer. He looked past Sui Qing and looked at the slave market behind him, with comfort in his voice: "Just watch, in less than three years, there will never be a place like this again where the moon shines brightly." ”