Han Zhenhan took the lead and called Shunzi and others to the inside of the teahouse. After a while, the boss of the human teeth held the thirty taels of gold, ten taels of gold ingots, and three big ingots in his hand, making the boss of the human teeth unable to leave it.

The account behind Renya was quickly writing the contract for sale. He was afraid that the boss from Dali in front of him would not buy it. At first, when Han Zhenhan asked him how to pay, he was a little confused, thinking that this person had no money to transfer the accounts, but he took gold when he took action, and now he dared not neglect it.

“No adulterated…”

"No...no...hehe..."

Han Zhenhan held the tea bowl in front of him, took a sip, and said to the man's teeth boss in an understatement.

"There is another thing. I lack some strong men in Dali. I will build roads and bridges for us. These 300 people are definitely not allowed. How many people can you contact? You only need these black... Junjun's Kunlun slave... But there is still a way to get it..."

"Yes! Of course..."

The boss, who was jealous of money, suddenly stopped calming down and started to speak out loudly at Han Zhenhan's words. When Han Zhenhan raised his eyebrows, he knew that he had lost the transaction. The cost of these Kunlun slaves this man should be lower, otherwise he would not be so happy. Moreover, there should be more Kunlun slaves in this group, otherwise he would not be answered so decisively by Han Zhenhan.

But after this boss spoke, he regretted that he was quick to speak, because if he showed a little "difficulty", he might be able to make more money. Of course, Han Zhenhan could read which scriptures he could read when facing someone. As the saying goes, he talks to people, and talks to ghosts...

"How many days can I deliver it to me?"

"If you are anxious, I'm afraid there will be some trouble... Let's do this. I'll go back and ask you for help. I'll reply to you tomorrow... What do you think...?"

"Okay.....Boss, go and do your business, get the money..."

This man-teeth boss pretended to be calm and did not escape from Han Zhenhan's eyes at all. Why was he excited? Han Zhenhan was not impatient before paying him the money, but when Han Zhenhan said he wanted to buy more Kunlun slaves, he became impatient instead. And that kind of greed was hidden.

The accountant had not finished all the contracts, but the boss was really impatient. After saying a few words in the accountant's ear, he ran out of Han Zhenhan's tea house first.

Han Zhenhan looked at the boss of Renya who was leaving in a hurry and felt that something must be strange. So he gave Shunzi a color, and Shunzi directly lifted the curtain in the inner room and rushed in.

When the accountant finished writing the contracts for more than 300 people, it was almost an hour. There were so many people in such a small teahouse. These more than 300 people were eventually taken to Dong Songchen's house by Han Zhenhan.

He also asked someone to find a few tailors in the city's cloth house. Han Zhenhan must have made some uniform clothes for them to wear. At the same time, he also found someone to take off the plaque of "Dong Mansion" in front of Dong Songchen's door and prepare to remade one. The remade plaque Han Zhenhan wrote down five big characters in a casual manner.

"Dali Consulate"

It was only in the evening that Shunzi came back, and came to Han Zhenhan and said breathlessly.

"There are hundreds of people in that group, and Lao Hei has more than two thousand people. When I arrived, those people had to bury those old men and stop the one we traded with. I followed him all the way, and they lived in a house outside the city. I vaguely heard, Boss Pu, Eyes, and so on. I suspected that they could not sell it and could not get rid of it, so I just killed it and did this. When the man arrived, half of the people were buried... The group heard that one could sell several taels of silver before they could start digging out. After digging it out, they screamed and cried... "

Shunzi described Han Zhenhan with affectionate descriptions of what he saw. Han Zhenhan was also very surprised. He originally thought that he had met a person with a conscience, but how could he still have a conscience after doing this job?

"Shunzi, how do you think of these old men?"

Shunzi was stunned, looking at Han Zhenhan, he didn't know what Han Zhenhan was saying.

"What's wrong? Hei Junjun looked quite scary..."

"When you are still afraid, you are ready to train these people, order them to prohibit them, and teach them to speak Chinese... In the future, all of these people will belong to you. I don't care what you can practice..."

Shunzi's expression froze, which was a chore. The main problem was that along the way, Han Zhenhan discovered a very serious problem. Although he found the woman who could understand Chinese, the other party could not speak English. At first, Han Zhenhan thought that this group of Kunlun slaves could speak English. However, he made a serious mistake. It was a bit too much to take it for granted. If he could not communicate in language, he could only communicate physically.

Of course, Han Zhenhan bought these black people and asked them to go to war. He definitely didn't want to buy them back and have kindness to support them. But since he had already bought them back, Han Zhenhan was not prepared and gave up. Seeing these black people tall and big, Han Zhenhan also wanted to try it. So he simply asked Shunzi to take a look.

These people don’t need much money to buy them, and Han Zhenhan did not say that they could fight decent battles with them. In the influence of Han Zhenhan, these brothers in the United States were relatively lazy. Those who were liberated from slaves have always existed at the bottom of society, and only a very small number of them can become middle-level people in society by relying on music and some skills.

Moreover, most of the white people in the United States do not regard them as equal humans. Most people stay away from them. Some of them are even more extreme and dislike them very much.

So in Han Zhenhan's eyes, these black brothers are almost a double combination of timidity and laziness. However, their size is indeed too tall. In front of the Han people, they are almost one head taller than the Han people. Not to mention the short figure of the Mongolians who have lived on horseback all year round, resulting in a large number of band-legged Mongolians.
Chapter completed!