After dressing as a villain in Yiyou, she opened her eyes and was in the Shura field

Chapter 75 Why didn't you ask me to borrow money?

Sera ignored the man's flattery, and walked up to the child lying on the ground. The woman with her hands bound was begging and shouting at her, her pale yellow eyes were full of misty tears.

She couldn't help her child, who was about to faint from hunger, and her desperation hurt Sela's eyes.

She squatted down, not paying attention to the dirt on the child's body, her white hands passed under the armpits of those thin arms, and lifted him up to her body.

The bag of packed food also came in handy at this moment.

"Would you like some chestnut pie?" Sera opened the paper bag, took out a chestnut pie and handed it to her.

The small black hand, as thin as a chicken's claw, shrank to catch the cake, and stared at Sera with panicked and powerless eyes.

The aristocrat in front of him looked beautiful, smelled good, and had the cleanest and most comfortable clothes.

The child lowered his head and saw the traces of dirt on her coat, and fear quickly filled his eyes.

Sera lowered her head following her terrified gaze, and patted her on the back indifferently, "It's okay, eat."

A slave who could understand the language of the kingdom of Rilenni helped to translate this sentence.

The hungry and weak child was finally willing to eat the cake under the eyes of most eager or disdainful eyes. She swallowed it, barely daring to take the time to chew.

The pitiful appearance made Sierra's sympathy overflow like sea water, which reminded her of herself who was about to starve to death on a snowy night in London.

She didn't care about the small crumbs of the chestnut cake falling on the back of her hand, she just gently supported the child's body, waiting for her to eat and regain her strength.

Rosehill stood behind her, the last rays of the setting sun shining a rosy glow on his pale face.

"What are you doing? Want to buy her?"

"No, I just saw that she was so hungry that she had no strength." Sera shook her head, "I've never seen slaves from the colonies before, they are so miserable."

Rose Hill said indifferently: "Children are worthless, get up, let's go."

really cold-blooded speech
"Miss, please save me, give me a job, any job, as long as it doesn't go to the J restaurant, please!" The woman whose wrists were bound by ropes put her hands together and knelt down towards Sera.

She was at a loss when she heard the strange language with a crying voice.

"What do you mean?" She ignored Rose Hill's words and only asked the slave who could be an interpreter.

"I beg you to give her a job to support her children. She can do anything with you except the J restaurant."

Sera was stunned, and then looked behind the woman. The knees of these people were about to move, and everyone seemed to regard her as a lamp of salvation at this moment.

Rose Hill frowned, bent down and pulled her up, "You don't need so many slaves, they won't bring you any profit except going to the J Hall."

He hugged her waist forcefully to keep her away from these dirty and smelly people.

Sierra let him hang around, but she really began to think about it in her heart.

There is no shortage of labor in the Rileni Kingdom, but there has always been a significant difference in the wages of men and women. Men's wages are usually twice that of women's. This is also true for black slaves. Women are the lowest and cheapest.

If she wants to start a business, this is the most cost-effective batch of labor.

Rose Hill, who heard her calculations, tried to pull her back, "That will only get you in trouble."

"No trouble, I just need a little money to buy them." Sierra leaned on him and thought, "Can you let these people help me keep these slaves first? I will go to Khalida tomorrow, Talk to her about borrowing some money from her."

She snapped her fingers, "I used to joint venture a butcher shop with Gail and the others, and the pocket money my father gave me is not much anymore."

The richest man in the country was by her side, but she said in front of his face that she was going to ask another man for a loan.

Rose Hill lowered his eyes and tightened his fingers.

Feeling that the flesh around her waist was about to be strangled, Sera raised her eyes in discomfort, "What are you doing? My waist is about to break."

"Why don't you ask me to borrow money?" He asked coldly.

Sera said speechlessly, "Don't you think buying them is troublesome?"

"It doesn't conflict with your borrowing money."

So quibble.

Sera: "Then I owe you another favor."

Rose Hill responded coolly, "Are you still owed less?"

Seems like a lot.
"What should I do if I can't afford it?" She tilted her head and asked.

"Ask Khaleda to borrow money and pay it back?"

How could he block her to death with every word he said today?
"I won't let you lose money." Sera assured him: "Dear Mr. Rosehill, please lend me the money to buy them, and if I can't pay back later, give myself you."

Ordin, who had been a wooden man for a long time, couldn't hold back and said: "Is this last sentence your purpose?"

"You're wrong to say that." Sera turned to look at him, "You can't doubt the conscience of a girl who wants to start her own business. That's just my final retreat after failure."

Ordin reluctantly hooked his lower lip, showing an awkward yet polite smile, with the words 'I'll just listen to your sophistry' written on it.

While despising Rose Hill, who was useless as a female slave, he paid a large sum of money for Sera to pay dozens of female slaves.

The vampire, who has always borrowed and repaid, and has plans, now has his own thoughts.

These people will be temporarily placed in the slave camp in the town until Selah decides where to put them to work, and then she will lead people.

When she left, she gave all the packaged expensive pastries to the slaves, and told their masters, "I need them to stay healthy and work for me, don't let them get sick or starve to death."

The man glanced at the noble Rose Hill, and said respectfully, "Miss, I understand."

Sierra, who bought a large number of people, began to worry about the night as soon as she got in the car.

Now not only owed a butt of debt, but also dozens of mouths to eat.

She hasn't even drawn up a business plan yet, which is a bit troublesome.

"Regret?" Rose Hill, who was leaning against the car window, became a little more lazy, and the streetlights shone into the car, making his golden hair halo a few more times from time to time.

"No, it just takes some time." Sera shook her head.

She turned her face to the side, "Speaking of which, I still owe you three things, but now one is done?"

It cost the owner thousands of gold coins to go out, got sick, and got a free meal. Ordin really wanted to have mind reading skills, so he peeled Serra's head off to see how she brazenly said these words.

Rose Hill glanced at the girl's expectant little face, and reluctantly said, "Forget it."

Sera smiled happily, and when the car arrived at the gate of the manor, relying on the dim light, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "I'm here, good night, Mr. Rosehill."

She was about to retreat when a strong hand pinned her waist, and she fell onto his strong chest.

(End of this chapter)