"Brother Ying Yuan, you've got it right."

Jiang Tong was wearing a Confucian robe with wide sleeves, and was followed by two strong young guards.

"How dare I, Jiang Yingyuan, not come at the young man's invitation?"

Wang Sheng stepped forward, bowed to Jiang Tong, and said with a smile: "Brother Ying Yuan is willing to come, just to give him face. If he doesn't come, how can I dare to have any objections?"

Jiang Tong shook his head slightly, paused and asked, "What? Don't you invite me in for a cup of tea?"

"There are no servants at home. I'm afraid that I might neglect Brother Ying Yuan. Why don't we buy some servants first?"

Jiang Tong smiled and did not force it. He knew that Wang Sheng's manor did not have many servants.

"How many people does Lang Jun plan to buy?"

How many people to buy...

Wang Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Maybe dozens of people."

Dozens of people?

Jiang Tong frowned.

"Young Master, please be aware that some of your servants have evil intentions. You don't have anyone in your house that you can handle, so if you attract too many people at once, it might not be a good thing."

Wang Sheng nodded.

"Of course I understand the truth, but His Highness also gave me a manor. If there are not enough servants, not to mention the normal operation of the manor, even when distinguished guests like Brother Ying Yuan come to visit, there will be no one to serve."

After a pause, Wang Sheng continued:

"Besides, if the slaves are healthy, they will naturally be purchased by the whole family. If they are maids and maids, there is no need for these considerations, as long as they are clean."

"Mr. Lang is not stupid at all."

Originally Jiang Yingyuan was afraid that Wang Sheng did not understand the market, but now it seems that Wang Sheng still knows a lot.

"In that case, let's set off. You said before that you didn't want to go to the slave trading house of Li Yang, the governor of Youzhou, so we went to the slave trading house in Jinguyuan, which happened to be in the western suburbs of Luoyang, just a few steps away.

"

Jingu Garden is indeed right next to Taoliu Garden.

As a tool for Shi Chong to improve his wealth, Jinguyuan can be said to be the most luxurious manor in this era.

From the heights of Wang Sheng's manor, you can overlook Jingu Garden.

The shadowy palace complex stretches as far as the eye can see...

Only in this era of decadence and luxury would such a manor appear.

Jiang Tong was about to leave, but Wang Sheng said with a shy face: "Brother Ying Yuan, to be honest, I don't have much money on hand. I'm afraid I have to leave it to Brother Ying Yuan to take care of the slaves."

No money?

Jiang Tong was stunned for a moment.

"It doesn't matter."

Jiang Tong waved his hand gently.

He really wanted to socialize with Wang Sheng, otherwise he would not help Wang Sheng buy slaves.

He usually leaves things like this to his subordinates.

Wang Sheng had no money, so he lent him money. This is love!

A great talent like Xiao Langjun could talk freely in the prince's womb before, and his achievements in the future will be limitless. Today's debt of gratitude may be of great use in the future.

"It's just some vulgar things. I, Jiang Yingyuan, don't have anything else. I still have some of these vulgar things."

"In that case, thank you very much, Brother Yingyuan."

It’s not for nothing that you rely on your friends when you go out.

"It's just a small matter, sir, don't worry about it."

With this money, Jiang Tong really didn't want Wang to return alive.

Once the money is paid back, won’t the friendship disappear?

It seems that I will have to think about how to reject this young man in the future.

Wang Sheng saluted Jiang Tong again, and the two of them pushed and pushed, and finally headed towards Jingu Garden.

Jingu Garden covers an area of ​​more than 20 miles, with clusters of palaces, countless rockeries, ponds, and countless exotic flowers and rocks.

It can be said to be a smaller Luoyang City.

Of course, although the slave trading house was in Jingu Garden, it was not inside the garden but outside the garden.

On Jiang Tong's carriage, Wang Sheng and Jiang Tong were talking and laughing. After about a quarter of an hour, Gululu's carriage also stopped.

Wang Sheng knew that the place had arrived.

Although the Western Jin Dynasty was a feudal dynasty, slavery was not abolished even in the Tang and Song Dynasties, and it naturally existed in this era.

Especially Hu Nu.

Before the Rebellion of the Eight Kings defeated the Central Army of the Jin Dynasty, both the Xianbei and the Qiang and Jie people in their heyday were ravaged by the Han people.

A powerful family even organized a slave-catching team to capture Hu slaves.

Most of the slaves in Jinguyuan Slave Trading House were Hu slaves, followed by the sons and daughters of bankrupt homesteaders who were sold to survive.

The majority of them are women.

After all, in this era, sons are still preferred over daughters. Daughters can be exchanged for some food rations, but sons are used to carry on the family line.

Jiang Tong's carriage was impressive, and a fat man in brocade clothes with a flattering smile on his face immediately came out of the slave house. He must have been the steward of the slave house.

"I wonder what kind of slaves you two nobles want to buy? This slave trading house not only has Hu slaves but also those cute little girls. I guarantee that you two will be satisfied."

This guy's lewd look made Wang Sheng and Jiang Tong frown.

"Don't come to me with such lies. I am Prince Xian Ma Jiang Yingyuan, and I am familiar with your business. If you dare to fool us, even the guard Shi Chong will not be able to protect you!"

Jiang Yingyuan?

The fat man's demeanor became a bit lower, and he became more careful in his words.

"It turns out to be a man from Kangfu County, the famous Jiang Tong Jiang Yingyuan from Luoyang. I have heard of the noble name for a long time, and I don't want to be lucky enough to see the noble man today..."

Seeing this guy's attitude of continuing to flatter him, Jiang Tong waved his hand and said angrily: "Just lead the way and introduce the goods of your slave trading house to the young gentleman next to me."

At this moment, the fat man in charge turned his attention to Wang Sheng.

"My lord, I wonder what kind of slaves you want to buy? I can't say anything else. The types of slaves are quite complete here."

"You don't need to call me noble, just call me little husband. The slave I want is like this..."

Wang Sheng probably told Wang Sheng his needs.

After listening to Wang Sheng's words, the fat manager frowned.

"If it's a bed-warming maid, there are many here, but if it's a maid who knows etiquette, there aren't many here. As for Zhuang Wei's strong male servant, there aren't many who can meet the standards of a young man."

Wang Sheng smiled and said noncommittally, "It doesn't matter. I'll give you as much as you want. If it's not enough, I won't tell you."

Wang Sheng had long been concerned about this situation.

There are very few maids who are proficient in playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and there are not many among high-ranking families.

There are even fewer beauties like Hongxiu who are both good-looking and proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Basically, even money can't buy such beauties.

Not many other maids know etiquette. After all, most of the maids who know etiquette have to be trained from an early age.

There are even fewer people who can be harvested for this slave trade.

As for those with innocent wealth who can serve as Zhuang Wei's male slaves, although the number is more than that of maids who understand etiquette, the number is also limited.

If it were anyone else, the fat man could naturally handle things casually, but this young gentleman is Jiang Yingyuan's friend. Judging from the relationship between the two, this young gentleman is not an ordinary person.

He didn't dare to offend noble people like Jiang Yingyuan, and of course he didn't dare to cheat on them.

Seeing that the young gentleman was still talking, the fat steward breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, with a flattering smile on his face.

"Mr. Kangfu County, young man, please!"

The slave trading place of Jinguyuan is not above ground, but underground.

Looking at the dim entrance of the slave trading house, Wang Sheng's eyes also became dark.

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Thanks to Tyrant for the chapter recommendation.
Chapter completed!