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Chapter 142 All-Inclusive Compulsory Consumption

"Best stock."

Pianruo's deep and fluffy voice sounded, the shop owner nodded and led Pianruo into the shop.

Under the mask of the evil ghost, Pianruo's eyes have been quietly looking at the surrounding environment and the way in.

The houses here are generally low and low, and the intermittent blue shark oil lamp is the only light source here.

Pianruo followed behind the boss, walked through the dark and dark main hall, and came to the winding corridor. After walking for about 5 minutes, the shop owner stopped, turned around and said to Pianruo, "Here we are."

The people here are very Buddhist in doing business, and they will not rejoice when there are guests, nor will they be sad because there are no guests.
It's hard to say, the store owner's unfriendly attitude made Pianruo's hidden tension a little less.

Pianruo nodded, and watched as the store owner skillfully took out a large bunch of keys from his waist, and pulled out one of them very familiarly, and opened the lock that was hung on the door, whose material could not be seen clearly.

After entering the door, Pianruo discovered that every room here is a cage.

The cage made of fine iron occupies the size of the entire room, and it is many times better than the low cages in the rows outside where they can't even stand up.

In this room, there are two cages.

The not-so-wide room was divided into two by an iron cage. Standing by the door, Pianruo looked at the two extremely quiet women in the cage through the flickering light of the shark oil lamp.

One on each side, the appearance is much better than those outside, at least the clothes are complete, and the hair is combed meticulously, not messy at all.

It seems that these two have been trained and formed, and they have not been punished for their faults in a short period of time.

Pianruo secretly analyzed in her heart.

The shop owner didn't speak, but retreated outside the door, letting Pianruo choose by herself.

Pianruo was wearing a ghost mask, so others couldn't see her expression clearly, but she could clearly see the appearance of the two girls in the cage.

Slaves are not eligible to wear masks.

Their appearance, whether they are beautiful or ugly, must be fully revealed in the eyes of the benefactor, including the tattoo under each person's right ear, which symbolizes low and humble status.

The color of navy blue has no aesthetic feeling, because their skin is not smooth.

"When we meet for the first time, let's shake hands."

Pianruo coughed intermittently, and put both hands, one on each side, into the two cages.

The two women wearing the same clothes and wearing the same bun, at that moment, their expressions that were originally the same suddenly became different.

Pianruo's eyes were sharp, hidden under the mask of the evil ghost, closely watching every subtle reaction of the two of them.

The one on the left has eager anticipation in his eyes.

She hesitated for a few seconds before stretching out her hand timidly, approaching Pianruo cautiously, with skinny fingertips, and gently touching Pianruo's soft palm.

Pianruo held her hand, paused for two seconds, and let go.

There was a slight disappointment between the woman's eyebrows, and she retreated back to her original position timidly.

She probably felt that Pianruo would not buy her, nor would she take her away.

Pianruo finalized the attributes of this woman in her heart. She has low self-esteem, but she is not timid. She can easily see her desire for freedom at a glance. She is not good at hiding emotions.

The woman on the right didn't move for a while, her eyes were full of vigilance, she stared at the hand that Pianruo extended, without any intention of going forward.

Pianruo was not in a hurry, but lowered her voice and said persuasively, "It's just a handshake to show friendship. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

The weak voice, in such an environment, inexplicably makes people feel at ease.

The woman seemed to have sensed the kindness exuded by Pianruo. She moved slowly step by step. The heavy shackles on both feet made harsh sounds on the ground as she moved. The metal texture rubbed against the ground abruptly. Breaking through the silence of the room.

Pianruo's hand was still stretched out, as if she would not stop if she didn't come, an action out of the heart, but it gave the woman great encouragement.

She breathed quickly, but did not speed up her steps. She was cautious from beginning to end, until her withered and cold fingers touched her light and moist fingertips, and she shook violently like a frightened rabbit. Before she could withdraw her hand, Pianruo held her cold fingertips.

"Look, it's actually not as difficult as you think, is it?"

Pianruo's voice was hoarse, and she slightly moved her clasped palms, conveying goodwill to the woman's heart through her palms.

Withdrawing her hand, Pianruo pondered about this woman's attributes.

He is vigilant, timid and easily startled, not good at making friends, and self-closed, but his strength is at the first level of the green spirit.

A hint of surprise flashed across Pianruo's brows, which was well concealed by the evil ghost mask.

She exited the room, and said to the shop owner standing at the door with a half-smile: "Boss, you open the door to do business, and when customers come to be slaughtered, you still hide it. Are you afraid that the money will bite you?"

After a long series of words fell, Pianruo coughed violently for a while, if she was mixed in the showbiz, she must be a qualified actress.

The store owner's expression cracked for a moment, and it was fleeting.

"Young master has good eyesight." He replied flatly, "But this shop has its own rules."

The store owner meticulously locked the door of the room again, put the key back on his waist properly, and then continued to say: "You are in this store, and you have no consumption records, and you have not met the requirements for purchasing first-class slaves in this store. Therefore, I Doesn't take you to see the best stuff in our store."

Pianruo: "..."

No consumption records?

Didn't meet the level requirements?

Can't see the best stuff in store?

Dare to love this era, slave shops are also membership-based?Only when the cumulative consumption reaches a certain amount can you have more and greater privileges?
She was afraid that she had entered a black shop.

"What do you want to say?"

……

An hour later, Pianruo was holding more than 20 sales deeds and more than 20 division deeds in her hand, looking at the not-so-tall plaque in the slave shop with a troubled expression.

This is an out-and-out black shop, hum.

What is said that slaves are divided into four levels: A, B, C, and D.

Only those who have purchased ten Class D slaves are eligible to purchase one Class C slave, those who have purchased two Class C slaves are eligible to purchase one Class B slave, and those who have purchased ten Class B slaves are eligible to purchase one Class B slave. A Class A slave.

Just like this routine, she bought twenty D-level slaves, two C-level slaves, and one B-level slave at once.

As for the Class A slaves he mentioned, who were like fighter jets among slaves, she had never even seen the corners of their clothes.

This is all inclusive mandatory consumption.

Never again.

Humph.

Holding the paper deeds full of her arms, Pianruo spat on the floor before turning and leaving.

　Pianruo: Entering a black shop, why is it swollen because of forced consumption?Waiting online, very urgent...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)