Insufficient balance

  "Buy me... buy me... I guarantee you won't lose out if you buy me!"

  It can't be helped that Zhao Fubo encountered many new things today. Not only did he witness the slave market in Purple Cloud Manor, but he also felt a pang of sympathy.

  Moreover, on the slave market, speaking Chinese was not only understood by people but also responded to in Chinese.

  What surprised him most was that the person speaking Chinese was an old man with a head full of white hair. Unfortunately, he had no legs, and to put it bluntly, his "sales" were not very good.

  "You... Yu Niang, shouldn't we buy a few more young ones? They're all so old..."

  Just as Zhao Fubo's certain temperament had just begun to reveal itself, before Shu Yiner could feel happy about it, it suddenly disappeared from Zhao Fubo's body just like when he arrived. In the blink of an eye, he turned back into that "dazed silly cat".

  Shu Yu'er, whose pretty face was veiled, gave Zhao Fu a fierce stare and said something to him in Arabic.

  "You're stupid, can you say this in front of people?"

  Zhaofu Bo didn't quite understand and made an excuse.

  "He is quite..."

  This time Shu Yu'er's good mood was all gone when Zhao Fu Bo returned to his "dazed" state.

  She raised her beautiful eyes and stared at Zhao Fubo fiercely, then she raised her neck and called out to the boss.

  "Boss... boss... are you going to make this deal or not?"

  Facing Shu Yuner's small face with a scowl and eyes wide open like a sanitary ball, the boss felt uncomfortable in his heart.

  Looking at her expensive silk clothes and the manner of a noble lady, especially with two small warriors following her as bodyguards, he couldn't help but show respect.

  In this Purple Cloud City, those women who look not very tall but have skin finer than the local girls are to be treated with caution. They are protected species here, and if anything goes wrong, that evil Hassan will devour people without spitting out their bones.

  A businessman's habitual smile spread across his face, but before making a deal, he couldn't help but probe with a few words.

  "Miss, I have all kinds of good stuff here. Whether it's a strong man or a beautiful woman, everything is available!"

  Although the boss's blunt introduction couldn't help but make Shu Yiner's tender face flush with embarrassment, she didn't care about that much just to be able to pick out a useful person for Zhao Fu Bo from among these old, weak, sickly and disabled people.

  Seeing the boss's hypocritical smile, I immediately launched a merciless verbal attack.

  "Is it? Boss, I see that you are the strongest one here, aren't you selling yourself too?"

  "Hey, you little girl... ah... I'm strong, but I really don't sell!"

  Shu Yiner's sudden change of face made the boss turn pale, just as he was about to retort with a few words, but then he saw Mu Ke suddenly stretch out his hand and grasp the knife at his waist, and the words in his mouth immediately turned into a stutter.

  He knew that these Mamluk soldiers didn't care who each other were. As long as their master gave the order, they would immediately charge forward with knives drawn.

  Not to mention whether he and his men could get a good deal from the two bodyguards, if they really provoked Hassan that bastard, they might as well forget about doing business this life.

  "Alas, harmony brings wealth!"

  Comforting himself in his heart, a busy and hypocritical smile appeared on his chubby face.

  "Miss, you have a good eye for people! Although the slaves here look old and weak, there are actually many capable individuals among them, such as this old man..."

  As they spoke, he pointed at the old man who had just spoken in Chinese and was now looking at Zhao Fubo with a hopeful expression.

  "This guy is a blacksmith in the Crusaders, although his legs are bad, but look at the calluses on his hands, believe me if I bought him back to teach your own craftsmen, it would definitely..."

  Shu Yiner gave him a sideways glance and asked back.

  "You'll definitely corrupt our craftsmen. Don't you think the Crusaders' weapons are better than ours in Yellow Sand City?"

  As soon as Shu Yiner mentioned the name of Huangshachen, the boss stopped talking.

  Who doesn't know that in the whole province, the best weapons are made in Huangsha City? They use sea ships to transport Uzi steel from Dashi and craftsmen from Damascus to make long knives that are thousands of miles away in Great Song.

  Compared to the curved knives with gold and silver inlays made by locals, the long, narrow black knife with a shark skin scabbard was more popular among Mamluk cavalrymen.

  In fact, this boss also has some unknowns, the long knife produced in Huangsha City uses the shape of a Tang knife.

  This is all because the Great Tang valued cavalry, while the Great Song Dynasty lacked good horses and had to use infantry. Now that Huangsha City has been built in this land of fine horses, it's only natural to bring out the old ancestors' saber shape again.

  Shu Yiner's crisp retort left the boss speechless, unable to utter more advantages.

  "Hmph, can't fool people anymore, actually we bought it just to understand the Crusader's weapon, so in terms of price..."

  Shu Yiner said this, intentionally dragging out her tone. The boss, being understanding, bowed his head and picked up where she left off.

  "5 Dirhams (Arabic silver coin name), Miss this is already..."

  Shu Yiner certainly knew that the boss, despite his repeated devaluation of himself, did not ask for an exorbitant price. It's just that their purpose today was to buy a personal attendant for Zhao Fu Bo, and if they bought such a personal attendant back, it would be laughable, but more importantly, it would make San Niang think that she couldn't handle things.

  "Five thousand dirhams isn't a bad price, if...if...if you throw in his, then we have a deal!"

  Although the boss's asking price is not outrageous, for a girl like her, if she doesn't haggle over the price at all, isn't that too easy-going?

  Shu Yiner rolled her eyes and soon spotted a small Crusader knight who looked quite handsome.

  Appearing to be around 14 or 15 years old, he was already emaciated due to prolonged malnutrition. His golden hair looked like a yellowish rag because of its dirtiness, and even that rag had been blown by the wind for a long time.

  The boss glanced at the small slave who looked very innocent and felt a bit taken advantage of. A smile spread across his chubby face as he begged Shu Yiner to show mercy.

  "Miss, look at this little slave, although he's a bit thin, he doesn't have any illness and is quite handsome, are you..."

  Shu Yiner looked around impatiently and then ordered Zhao Fubo and Mu Ke, as if she were a real young lady and the two were her real bodyguards.

  "You two, take him away. Muk, you carry the old man first, and we'll find a vehicle later! As for you... 6 Dirhams, it's a deal!"

  "Miss... miss... can't be! This is... this is daylight robbery!"

  The boss's shouting has attracted a crowd of onlookers from nearby, and the accusation against him has allowed his guards to draw their swords.

  Seeing this scene, Zhao Fubo took down the large gun in his hand from his shoulder, and Mu Ke had already drawn out half of his knife.

  Shu Yu'er was startled at first, and also blamed herself for being too hasty. But thinking again, this is the Purple Cloud Manor, could it be that she's still afraid of them causing trouble here?

  He took a step forward and whispered something to his boss.

  "How dare you still want to use force? Otherwise, I don't want these two slaves. But I will report to the lord of this city that you are selling sick slaves in the market, and I guess you know what the consequences will be!"

  As soon as Shu Yiner's words came out, the boss immediately wilted.

  The rules for doing business in Purple Cloud Manor are simple, and can be summed up in two words: integrity. If anyone tries to cheat here, once Hassan finds out, he will naturally send the Mamluk cavalry from Feather Forest Manor to teach him a lesson, so that he won't see the sun on the second day.

  Doing business with integrity and honesty, also getting along well with the provincial governor of this industry and being under his protection. This is also the reason why Huangsha City and three villages can stand upright in the black clothes and big food.

  Even so, due to the intentional protection of the governor who received a large sum of money, the fact that they were not Muslims was also intentionally forgotten by businessmen who gained huge benefits from business here.

  "Hey, hey... Miss, don't be angry, it's my fault... Miss, we've made a deal, can't we just consider it settled?"

  The boss came up and wanted to grab Shu Yu's clothes, but before he could touch her, he was blocked by Zhao Fu's large gun that stretched out from the side.

  "Ah, that's right, you shouldn't have been standing there looking foolish for so long, letting others think that girl is your master!"

  The sudden words made several people on the scene take a surprise.

  It was the Western old man who was missing two small legs, not only did he speak Mandarin with a perfect accent, but even when he spoke slang, it made several people who understood Chinese stare at him in disbelief.

  "What are you all staring at? Hurry up and pay for me to take me away, I guarantee you won't regret buying me. If you do regret it..."

  Zhao Fubo had a premonition that he would lose money by buying this old man, and he asked back with a bitter face.

  "What's going on? Can't I return it even if I've been cheated?"

  Who would have thought that his rhetorical question actually made the old man laugh, but Zhao Fubo felt that this guy's smile was somewhat sinister and mysterious.

  "Returning the goods? I'm only worried that the boss here won't agree. But let me tell you, you've made a profit from buying us two! And kid, I can be your teacher. When you understand what I can teach you, you'll know you've really made a profit!"

  Zhao Fubo held up his large gun and was a bit stunned. He didn't understand why he had bought himself a personal attendant, but instead got a teacher back.

  If this old man only cares about teaching himself to read from dawn till dusk, wouldn't it be better for him to just knock his head against the wall and die?

  He turned his head to look at Muk beside him, who probably guessed what he was asking, but didn't give him any hint. He just closed his mouth and shook his head, making it impossible for him to guess what he meant.

  "Are you going to buy it or not? Nod if yes, shake your head if no!"

  What he didn't expect was that the old man spoke up again, and indeed, his words were piercing.

  "Head nod for YES, head shake for NO, you little brat shouldn't be unfamiliar with English, right?!"