Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 1214
"May God bless you, miss," said Mendoza in a low voice. "I will do my best. Don't worry, take courage and wait for the good news! Good-bye, miss."

The layout of the auction house is very simple, basically a platform slightly higher than the ground, covered with woolen blankets, a bit similar to the catwalks of fashion shows in old time and space.

The specially called spotlights shone on the stage, making the surroundings even more gloomy and mysterious.

All the guests sat on the chairs around the lower ones, and the maids brought refreshing drinks on trays and distributed several limited editions of South Sea cigars.The flame of the cigar flickered in the darkness, and the ice cubes hit the glass, making a slight and crisp sound.Whispering voices could be heard in the venue, but the voices were very low, like a suppressed swarm of bees.

Marina sat in the enclosure near the catwalk, where there were several benches for the slave girls to rest.The hair of the female slaves has been untied and loose on their backs, and they are wearing the same white dresses as hers, but Marina can no longer care about feeling humiliated. Now that her eyes have adapted to the light, she carefully searches the venue. Buyers like Europeans.

At this time Fang Fei was smoking a cigar in a corner: he had a wife, so naturally he couldn't participate in this auction.However, his interest in beauties or Yanmars is not as high as that of other veterans—he has been engaged in exhibition work for many years, and has come into contact with too many Chinese and Western showgirls of all colors. up.

This batch of S-rank maids, including the S-rank maids carefully selected by Zhu Mingxia from Shandong refugees in the purification camp, is inferior to any batch of showgirls he has ever used in his opinion.Something as basic as nutrient levels is hard to beat.

But this matter is his job now, since it is a job, he must do it [-]% well.Especially such a big event-everything involving the personal life of the elders is a big event.Moreover, according to the opinions of the executive committee and the general office, similar S-level maids will be auctioned in the future. For this reason, the general office is planning a new veteran service agency, which will be a subsidiary of the general office to undertake such work .I heard that Lao Hong is very interested in this project. Although he is in Hong Kong, there will be his mail on the liner arriving at Bopu from Hong Kong every day.It seems that they are actively planning something.

His staff—he habitually calls them "assistants"—are waiting behind his back to listen to his orders at any time. Although the auction will start soon, Fang Fei is a person who pays attention to details and will be there at any time. There will be new orders issued.He snapped his fingers, and an assistant stepped forward immediately.

"Did you give them water?"

"I drank a glass of water when I set off."

"Give them each a cup of iced coffee now." Fang Fei sniffed his nose, "Tell the people in the office to bring some more ice cubes and put them around the display stand. The assistant over the fence is calling!"

Iced coffee and ice cubes are used to reduce the sweating of female slaves—caucasians have a heavy body odor, and the light on the runway is strong and the temperature is high. Excessive sweating tends to give off an unpleasant smell.As for the coffee itself, it can provide a certain stimulating effect, which can make their spirits excited and keep them in the best state.

"Yes, Director." The assistant went immediately.After a while, the assistant who was in charge of taking care of the slave girl walked over quickly.

"Why do you let their hair down?" Fang Fei asked him, "The hair is too thick, it's like wearing a shawl!"

The assistant quickly argued:

"Director, I want the chiefs to see their beautiful hair—you said before that the chiefs like maids with long hair..."

"But they prefer their maids to have delicate necks, round shoulders and beautiful smooth backs. If you let them let their hair down, it is equivalent to making them wear an extra coat. Do you know?" Fang Fei said coldly .

"Yes, Director, I'll fix it right away!" the assistant said tremblingly.Don't look at Chief Fang's elegant and clean appearance, he is merciless when reprimanding women - don't look at Chief Fang's staff who are naturalized civilians who see women.

"You are quite professional..." A voice came from the darkness.

"It's my job to train showgirls." Fang Fei didn't take it seriously, and stood up to greet her. The person who came was the Minister of Health, and he had a cigar in his mouth, which was flickering on and off.

Shi Yuren didn't participate in the lottery, so naturally he didn't intend to bid. His main purpose of coming here was to observe the race and physiological structure of female slaves, so as to reserve more information for the Ministry of Health's research on eugenics and eugenics.

"In fact, although showgirls and female slaves have different identities, they are also the result of female objectification." Minister Shi seemed quite emotional.

"What? Minister Shi, you plan to buy one too?"

"Me?" Shi Yanren shook his head, "I don't have this plan for the time being—it is said that when I was a graduate student in America, I was still young, and it was not that I was not tempted by the protruding big ocean horse. Vegas used to spend money to do it, but now I’m not interested in it..." He stroked his forehead that was beginning to show signs of thankfulness, "I'm old, I'm old..."

"You are at most middle-aged, what are you old? What matters is how many more maids and babies!" Fang Fei joked, "Why don't you ask Liu San to help you get your pulse and prescribe some nourishing medicine?"

Shi Yanren shook his head: "Let's forget about Liu San's pretending witch doctor. I have really become a living woman since D-Day... When I opened my eyes, I could only think about the elders' affairs and my own affairs. On the contrary, I have lost interest. I am worried that the Ministry of Health for Maternal and Child Health Care will not be able to keep up with the needs of the situation.”

The first baby boom has hit, and the first batch of maids assigned, no matter how much the seniors complained about their quality, the results are not small. Starting with Tang Menglong’s son, more than 50 “Yuan Er” have been born since Tang Menglong’s son. generation", and dozens of maids are pregnant.Keep Ai Beibei busy every day.

"Speaking of which, why didn't the female slave shave her hair this time?" Shi Youren asked, "Many parasites cannot be completely removed without shaving their body hair!"

"Last time, some elders had an opinion, saying that it is difficult to judge beauty and ugliness after shaving their hair, so this time we plan to conduct a second purification." Fang Fei explained, "After the distribution is over, we will conduct a second round of purification."

"The bad taste of these otaku!" Minister Shi couldn't help muttering.

The assistant here returned to the enclosure, and immediately called several maids, instructing them to pull up the hair of these slave girls, and then fix them with hair pins and ribbons.

Marina let them dress herself up, but her eyes kept trying to scan the buyers under the stage under the dim light.The priest promised her that he would persuade an Italian painter to make a bid and buy her no matter what the asking price.But as far as she looked, there was no sign of a European except Mendoza.

Had the priest failed to persuade him, or had the Italian been temporarily timid?Marina thought anxiously.

"What are you looking at?" Suddenly a female slave beside him asked, "Do you know anyone here?"

"You can speak Spanish?" Marina asked in surprise, and suddenly realized that her voice was too loud, so she quickly lowered her voice and repeated.

The speaking slave girl was a petite girl with fair hair and blue eyes.Her face was calm and serene.She said, "A little...can you speak Portuguese?"

"Yes, yes," Marina said, switching to Portuguese. "Who are you? Will it fall into the hands of the Australians?"

"What is an Australian?" the girl asked.

"This is where the Australians are."

"I don't know... I was captured by Barbary pirates." She sighed. "My ship was attacked by them while exploring the Cape Verde Islands. Then I was sent to Basra, and then to Here." She looked around curiously, "I've never heard of any Australians in this world—from their appearance, aren't they typical East Asians? They look almost like Tatars, is this Asia?"

Marina was very happy to have a fellow prisoner who could talk to her, but she was a little annoyed by her indifferent expression: "You don't seem to care about being a slave, don't you think about running away?"

"Escape? It has been more than a year since I was captured, and I don't even know where I am on the earth." The girl said helplessly.

At this moment, the maids brought iced coffee, and no one refused except Marina—Marina suspected that there was an ecstasy drug in it.I didn't drink on the excuse that my stomach was uncomfortable.

"Aha! It's coffee!" The blond girl seemed elated, "But it's not the same as Arabic coffee." She tasted it carefully.

"What? You know the drink."

"This is a drink that Turks love to drink." The blond girl seemed very proud of her knowledge, "Arabs and Turks drink this. It can lift people's spirits." She looked at the buyer under the stands, "I didn't expect this There are too!"

Marina was stunned by her attitude towards the girl: she didn't seem to realize how terrible the environment she was in.

The female slave auction started, and the venue was in good order. When everyone's attention was focused on the runway, Mendoza quietly appeared again. She said a few words to the maid who guarded the female slaves, and then put She was taken aside alone.

"Look, that's Mr. Trini." She motioned her to look over there with her eyes. "I've already told him. He will do his best."

"Thank you very much for your help." Sure enough, she saw a Latin-looking European sitting far away from the stage. He was neatly dressed and looking around.

(End of this chapter)