Classes are everywhere, and even the same class can be divided into high and low. Although middle-aged people who came here are a little old, they are even white in some parts. They have obviously worn them for a long time and are reluctant to throw them away. Generally, in this case, either he is a very simple aristocrat or a destitute aristocrat. Judging from the living habits and class self-esteem of the nobles, it is obvious that the latter is more likely to be.

However, even the decaying nobles are not the object that ordinary merchants can offend. Seeing the middle-aged man coming over, Jedra greeted him, bent down humbly, and smiled flatteringly: "Your Excellency, Gui'an. I am Jedra, the head of this caravan, I am very happy to serve you."

With a humble expression and humble language, the middle-aged nobleman showed some satisfied smiles on his face, "Well, you look good. I heard that there was a caravan from other places in the city, and there were excellent furs for sale, so I came over and take a look."

Jedra does have excellent fur for sale here. It should have been a good thing for customers to come to him, but he could only sigh in his heart. He has been a businessman since he was a child and has developed the ability to observe his face and look at him. He knows that such a noble is the most difficult to deal with. Not only does he put on airs, he also desperately suppresses the price of things to death. It would be good if he could sell the cost price. Some even ask the seller to give him the goods.

Jadela bent over and talked to the middle-aged nobleman, not as arrogant as he had when he talked to Chen Xiansong yesterday. This was also impossible. Even if this declining nobleman didn't have much money, even if Jadela was richer than him, the merchants had no status. No matter how much money they had, they would not dare to speak loudly in front of the nobleman.

Chen Xiansong looked at the situation and shook his head slightly. He took a few water bags to the cage and handed them to the poor female slaves who were sweating from the sun. When he arrived at the city, there should be a Soul Thinker Association here, but Chen Xiansong did not dare to "report" casually. If the president here is Ricardo's man, wouldn't he want a sheep to get into the tiger's mouth again?

"You really never get tired of doing this kind of thing." Morley ran to Chen Xiansong again at some point. He looked at the female slaves in the cage and showed a disgust: "These people are dirty and ugly, why can you look directly at them without any contempt? Do they remind you of the painful days when you didn't become a flower man before? That's why you are so nice to them."

"You seem to be very interested in what I do?" Chen Xiansong did not answer him, but asked the other party. Could it be that he would explain to a person in the feudal era what humanistic care is? He felt that he could not change the world, so it would not be too difficult to do some small good things within his ability.

A strange expression appeared on Moli's honest face: "My father said that anyone is good at what he is good at. We are not like those who think deeply in the soul. We can learn a lot of knowledge through observation and learning from one example. Therefore, no matter when we encounter something we don't understand, we must ask more questions."

"Your father is very insightful." Chen Xiansong was a little surprised: "This is not like an idea that ordinary people should have."

"This is the family motto passed down by our ancestors." Speaking of this, Morley was very proud: "He was a big man hundreds of years ago, but a soul-thinking person." Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of what Chen Xiansong said when he woke up, rolled his eyes: "He is not a fake guy like you."

Chen Xiansong laughed, there was no need to hold on with such a little devil. Moli seemed to see Chen Xiansong's perfunctory and was a little unhappy. At this time, Jedra seemed to have negotiated a business with the middle-aged nobleman, and he shouted: "Moli, take a few people and transport a truck of fur to Lord Gero's home."

Morley responded, and he took a few steps. Suddenly he turned around and said to Chen Xiansong: "You come with me, just eat but not work, just like a useless man. I heard that Huamen are lazy people, so you'd better move on, otherwise you'll get fatter. You won't be able to sell anything."

"I am responsible for teaching you to learn words, and I'm not doing anything." Although Chen Xiansong said this, he still followed.

The people who escorted the fur cart with them were also four mercenaries. The strength of these mercenaries was average. Chen Xiansong's family had more than a hundred mercenaries, so they could roughly judge the strength of a mercenary based on their temperament, expression, and equipment. The person who walked in the front was the declining middle-aged nobleman, Jero.

Gero's home was not far from where they were stationed, and he was there after a few turns. It was a marble school with a large area. Although it was a bit dilapidated, it could still be seen from the appearance that it was brilliant in the past.

Jello asked them to wait outside the gate. He entered the house first. Not long after, he came out, followed by two mercenaries and three old maids. He handed over the cloth bag he was carrying: "You are the youngest son of Lord Jedra, it's good, and he looks very smart. In this bag, there are six gold coins and seventeen silver coins, you have to count it clearly."

Morley bent over and took the purse from Gero's hand, then opened it, and counted it one by one in front of Gero. Seeing his movement, Morley's face looked a little ugly. Not long after, Morley finished counting, and he looked strange: "Your Excellency, it's not right, there are only five gold coins and seven silver coins."

"You must have counted wrongly." Jero's expression was a little gloomy. The two mercenary guards behind him had slowly placed their hands on the hilt of the sword.

"Oh, then I'll count it again." After saying that, the honest Moli counted the coins in the bag again in front of Geral. Geral's expression became even more gloomy, but Morli didn't realize this. Instead, the four mercenaries around him felt something was wrong and their expressions were a little uneasy.

After counting one by one, the expression on his face was very entangled: "Your Excellency, I counted it again, it's really nothing wrong, it's..."

Pa! Chen Xiansong slapped Moli in the head.

"What are you doing!" Morley turned around, looked at Chen Xiansong, and shouted angrily.

"Your Excellency!" Chen Xiansong ignored Moli, but smiled and said to Jero, "Please move the fur into the house. Do you need our help?"

"No need. The noble family is not a place that you businessmen can get involved." Jero looked at Chen Xiansong with a smile: "It seems that there are still smart people in your caravan. Look at you, you look white and tender, not like a businessman who travels around the world, and he has a good temperament. What did you do before?"

"I used to work in the Soul Thinker Association." Chen Xiansong smiled slightly, and in Gero's surprised eyes, he slapped Moly on the back of the head, slapped the boy's next sentence into the stomach, and then said slowly: "I did a good job, but I accidentally did something wrong, and then the association rushed out. Because I could read and count, I was hired to be responsible for accounting. This kid didn't learn the accounting well, and I made a mistake. You have a lot of them, so don't be as knowledgeable as him."

"You are very smart and capable. Are you interested in coming to work here?" Jerozo stared at Chen Xiansong with interest.

"Thank you for your kindness. It's just that I owe more than 200 gold coins to the caravan, but I haven't paid it back yet." Chen Xiansong looked 'pain' and said, "You also know that the association's rules are relatively strict. I spent more than 300 gold coins to buy my own life. Now this life is temporarily owned by the caravan."

"That's a pity." Jero shook his head. Most of the nobles like to recruit capable talents. But now his family is in decline. He has not saved much. He can't get more than 200 gold coins for a while. Now even if he buys some fur, he has to cheat and give less. The most important thing is that he thinks that Chen Xiansong is not worth more than 200 gold coins.

Several maids took away all the furs from the car. Gero did not speak anymore, but turned around and left. Two mercenaries slowly closed the door of the wall. At this time, Moli touched the back of his head. Looking at Chen Xiansong, he shouted angrily: "He didn't give enough money. You actually let him go. Also, you dare to hit me. If you don't tell me the reason, I'll let my father throw you into the forest and feed the lone wolf."

"I have hundreds of gold coins. Your father is reluctant to throw them away." Chen Xiansong laughed, and he didn't care about the boy's threat: "I hit you just now to save you. If you continue, we will all die here. I don't know what rules should merchants follow before the nobles. But you seemed to have aroused the other party's taboo just now. I know you don't believe me, but you can ask the four mercenaries next to you, and they must have felt the other party's murderous aura."

The four mercenaries nodded, and their hands were now sweating. Although the other party had only two mercenaries to guard, they were much stronger than them. This was an instinct that was only possible to wander on the line of life and death, and there was no need for too many explanations and reasons to observe.

Morley narrowed his eyes, looked at the cloth bag in his hand, and clenched his fists with some annoyance: "He gave us less gold coins and more than ten silver coins. It was his fault, but he actually wanted to kill us... Are the nobles so domineering?"

"The nobles treat you like this, in fact, like the female slaves in the cage you treat. They are all strong and oppress the weak." Chen Xiansong looked at him and said slowly: "You can at least be angry and curse a few places that the other party can't hear, but those female slaves are even more pitiful. Not to mention life and death, they can't even fill their own belly, wouldn't it be even more miserable? Don't you think you should treat them more?"

"What did you say!" Morley felt that the other party had said a long sentence, but he couldn't understand what it meant.

"It seems that I am really not suitable for preaching." Chen Xiansong shook his head helplessly: "You are still a child, so it's normal that you don't understand."

At the same time, in the Mercenary Union training ground in Qingxi City, Bai Qianxin and Bai Min stood in the center of the venue, two old men and a young man knelt in front of them and kowtowed hard. On the ground between them, there was a set of milky white ornate armor and a milky white long sword.

"Who did you sell him?" Bai Qianxin waved a whip in her hand, slamming: "He is sick, you don't even give him some treatment! If anything happens to him, no one of you three will live."
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