At this moment, Qian Duoduo's mind had completely shut down.
"A Title Douluo?!?!"
Good heavens, he'd actually managed to swindle a Title Douluo himself! He was playing with fire! He wondered if he could even keep his life.
Thinking this, Qian Duoduo's legs began to tremble. If it weren't for his strong willpower, he probably would have wet himself. The five young ladies beside him, however, immediately brightened up.
This was a Title Douluo! It seemed their future master had a powerful background; their future shouldn't be bad.
"Aren't you going yet?"
Wang Teng glared at the still-stunned Qian Duoduo and immediately reminded him. Actually, even without Wang Teng's reminder, the head of the slave market was already rushing over. After all, everyone nearby had felt the aura released by Natya.
A Title Douluo had appeared on their territory; as the head, he naturally had to go and pay his respects, otherwise it would be dereliction of duty. Moreover, it seemed something bad had happened? Which bastard had displeased this Douluo?
Just as Qian Duoduo realized what was happening and was about to go out to find his boss, there was a knock at the door. Clearly, someone had arrived.
"Come in!"
Wang Teng called out. The door opened quickly. A man with slicked-back hair entered.
"A level 72 Soul Saint has arrived," Natya's voice rang in Wang Teng's ear—a telepathic technique used only by experts.
"Oh? A Soul Saint? Looks like you're the boss here?"
"I am Wang Fugui, greetings to Your Majesty, young master! May I ask what has angered Your Majesty?"
Well, another one from the same clan.
"You're the boss here?"
"That's right, I'm the person in charge of the slave market."
Wang Fugui was also in a bind. He hadn't expected a titled "Your Majesty" to arrive, and he suspected his subordinates had offended him—otherwise, why would they be so aggressive?
If he mishandled the situation and angered His Majesty, causing the slave market to be demolished, the boss behind it might skin him alive to appease this unfamiliar figure.
"Tell me, you're selling these maids for 10,000 gold soul coins each? And that's at cost price! Do you think I'm some young wretch, a fat sheep?"
Wang Teng said expressionlessly, pointing at the five young ladies beside him. Although Wang Teng didn't know the exact price, 10,000 gold soul coins each was definitely a rip-off.
'You don't look like a fat sheep? Then who is?'
Of course, Wang Fugui dared not say this aloud, or he would definitely be finished. As soon as Wang Teng said this, Wang Fugui looked at Qian Duoduo, whose legs were trembling beside him, and immediately understood. Obviously, Qian Duoduo had treated this young master like a fat sheep, demanding an exorbitant price, but unexpectedly angered this titled prince.
What an unlucky and tragic kid! Wang Fugui silently mourned for Qian Duoduo for a moment.
"Young master, Your Majesty, this is our fault in the slave market. Please calm down. We'll offer these five maids to you. Please excuse Manager Qian!"
Wang Fugui was inwardly furious but outwardly smiling—that perfectly described his current state. He had no choice; the situation was beyond his control.
Clearly, Wang Fugui was trying to settle things peacefully.
Otherwise, if the titled "Your Majesty" caused trouble, the losses wouldn't be so small. Regardless of whether the other party was in the right or not, the titled "Your Majesty's" fist was the ultimate authority! Besides, he was in the wrong.
What if the slave market were to be demolished?
These maids were just ordinary maids, not Soul Masters, and didn't have cat tails or anything like that; they were just pretty. Anyone with a bit of background would be sold for a thousand gold soul coins each in the slave market. Qian Duoduo had previously treated these two as easy prey, charging them ten times the price!
"That won't do. The price is what it should be, so no one will say I'm bullying them."
This won't do. How can you buy something without paying? That would be robbery! Wang Teng wasn't in that situation; he wasn't really broke, he just didn't want to be ripped off.
"Then just give me five thousand gold soul coins, and these five maids are yours."
"Good heavens, you guys are really ripping me off! You've increased the price tenfold?" (T/N: I don't know how the hell this is 10 times)
At this moment, Wang Teng had clearly forgotten that his soon-to-open potion business also involved selling potions at ten times the price.
"Damn it, I am going to be barbequed" —Wang Fugui.
'Damn it, how could I have let it slip? There must be a titled lord nearby, I was too nervous, otherwise I would never have acted like this.'
Silence, still silence.
"Fine, I'll let you go. Here, this is five thousand gold soul coins."
Seeing Wang Fugui's legs trembling, Wang Teng felt it was pointless and decided to just pay and leave.
"Thank you, young master, Your Majesty!"
"Hmm!"
Nodding, Wang Teng turned to look at the five maids. They were all fifteen or sixteen years old; in his previous life, they would have been the budding flowers of the nation! This wicked feudal society!
"You may come with me!"
"Yes, young master!"
"Wait!" Qian Duoduo, who had been pretending to be timid, spoke up at this moment.
This time, Wang Fugui was almost scared to death, thinking that Qian Duoduo was going to cause trouble again.
"Hmm? Is there anything else?"
"Young master, these are their indentures!"
As he spoke, Qian Duoduo handed over the indentures of the five maids.
"..."
There really are such things? This was the first time Wang Teng had seen them, but he still accepted them.
After leaving the slave market, Wang Teng and Natya led the five maids to their own shop. After seeing Wang Teng and Natya off at the entrance of the slave market, Wang Fugui wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Finally, we've sent this young master and His Majesty away! It wasn't easy!"
At this moment, Wang Fugui felt quite lucky; at least he was still alive.
"Yeah!" Qian Duoduo chimed in.
"Yeah my ass! It's all your fault, you damn bastard! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be living in fear here."
Upon hearing Qian Duoduo's words, Wang Fugui's anger flared up immediately.
"Well, boss, it's not my fault! Didn't you say that no matter who comes, as long as we don't know them, we should start with 10,000 gold soul coins each? We could negotiate later, but they didn't give me a chance!"
Qian Duoduo felt wronged. If Wang Teng had offered a price, he would have lowered it, and it would have been only two or three thousand gold soul coins at most. But Wang Teng didn't give him a chance and immediately threw a tantrum.
"So, it's my fault after all!"
"Ahem, no, no."
Seeing Wang Fugui's unfriendly gaze, Qian Duoduo immediately backed down. After all, whether in terms of position or strength, he was far inferior to Wang Fugui.
Wang Fugui glared at Qian Duoduo. If Qian Duoduo hadn't been with him for many years, he would have beaten him to death for what happened today.