Chapter 115: (Bonus Chapter for 15 power stones)
"Dear guest!" The purple-skinned person in charge lightly swiped his finger, and a large number of virtual projections of slaves immediately appeared in front of Yang Wu: "The slaves we have here are definitely the most reasonably priced and the most diverse on Qiulong Star. If you buy enough, we will give you a big discount!"
The virtual projection in front of Yang Wu displayed the detailed information of countless slaves, including appearance, height, strength, race, selling price and other detailed information.
Among them, the first-level star-level warrior is priced at 1 million Black Dragon Coins, the fourth-level warrior is 40 million, the seventh-level warrior is 500 million, the eighth-level warrior is 2 billion, and the ninth-level warrior is 5 billion. The price of a spiritual master slave is three times that of a warrior of the same level.
These are normal prices. If there are some special circumstances, the prices will fluctuate.
Yang Wu flipped through the information on the virtual projection and suddenly asked, "I see that most of these stellar slaves are between 4,000 and 7,000 years old. Do you have any older slaves for sale?"
The person in charge was slightly surprised when he heard this.
He had not expected that the visitor was planning to purchase older slaves.
Generally speaking, the star-level slaves sold at normal prices in the slave market are between 4,000 and 8,000 years old. Slaves of this age generally lose their value for continued training.
However, as they get older, their combat experience will continue to grow. Therefore, the price difference between these slaves will not be too big, and most of them are normal prices.
As for the star-level slaves under 3,000 years old, they can be considered good elite slaves. Such slaves still have a lot of room for growth. The younger they are, the higher their price. Once such slaves appear, they will be quickly snatched up by major families and forces.
As for slaves over 8,000 years old, they are considered low-level slaves.
The lifespan of a stellar-level slave is only 10,000 years. Generally speaking, slaves over 8,000 years old have basically lost their enterprising spirit, and their strength will no longer increase with age.
Moreover, these people are nearing the end of their lives and will not care too much about their masters' orders, so such slaves are difficult to sell. As they get older, their selling price becomes lower and lower.
However, based on the principle of 'customers are gods', the person in charge of the slave mall who entertained Yang Wu waved his hands and called up many projections of slaves who were more than 8,000 years old.
At this time, most of the slaves on the projection were of the eighth and ninth levels of the star class; there were very few of the fifth and sixth levels; as for the first and second level slaves, there was not a single one.
It is true that slaves are consumables, and those with weak strength cannot live more than 8,000 years.
Yang Wu was very happy when he saw the selling prices of these "old" stellar-level slaves.
In the universe's concept of time, which can easily last for thousands of years, the time for the earth to develop is too short. Until now, Yang Wu and Luo Feng are only in their twenties, and Hong and Lei Shen are not more than a hundred years old.
The strength of Yang Wu and the other three can be rapidly improved in a short period of time, so there is no need to buy expensive "young" slaves now.
The cheaper 'old' slaves are actually Yang Wu's best choice.
In the end, Yang Wu chose a large number of stellar-level slaves who were over 9,500 years old.
The price of these slaves is much lower than normal slaves of the same level.
However, after all, the ninth level of the star class is the ninth level of the star class. Even if it is old, it can't be a cabbage price. Otherwise, the slave traders would rather smash the goods in their hands.
Therefore, the selling price of these 'old' slaves is about one-fifth of the price of normal slaves of the same level.
Yang Wu spent 20 billion Black Dragon Coins and successfully purchased 10 star-level ninth-order warriors and 25 star-level eighth-order warriors.
Big business!
The person in charge had given up hope when he saw that Yang Wu only selected older slaves, but he did not expect Yang Wu to give him a big surprise by buying so many at once.
In particular, Yang Wu bought slaves who were nearing the end of their lifespans. In the past, it was very difficult to sell these slaves, and many of them ended up dying in the organization.
Therefore, Yang Wu's business can be regarded as the most profitable business of the Divine Fire Temple organization on Qiulong Star in more than ten years.
He asked excitedly: "Dear sir, do you need anything else?"
Yang Wu smiled and said, "How much discount can you give me for this deal?"
"9.5% off, this is definitely the biggest discount!" The person in charge said respectfully: "The total price of the slaves you purchased is 20 billion Black Dragon Coins. After the discount, it is 19 billion Black Dragon Coins."
"Sure!" Yang Wu nodded and continued, "Give me another 100 first-level stellar warriors and 1,000 ninth-level planetary spiritualists."
The person in charge hurriedly smiled and said, "Sir, 9.5% off is already the biggest discount, we really can't give away so much!"
Yang Wu looked at the other party and said, "The first-level stellar and ninth-level planetary are not valuable, so why can't I give them to him? Besides, I don't mind if he is older."
The price of a first-level stellar warrior is 1 million Black Dragon Coins, and the price of a ninth-level planetary spiritualist is 100,000 Black Dragon Coins. Adding all together, it is only 200 million Black Dragon Coins.
Compared with the 19 billion business, it is just a drop in the bucket.
"Sir, I really can't help you. I promise you!"
Seeing Yang Wu's firm attitude, the person in charge had no choice but to agree to Yang Wu's conditions.
Although his face looked as if his parents had died, he was extremely happy in his heart.
Because he sold the most difficult-to-sell 'old' slaves in the organization! Just based on this merit, it was enough for him to receive a large reward.
After Yang Wu paid the deposit, the person in charge was already smiling: "Sir, please rest assured, we will be able to gather the slaves immediately!"
Yang Wu had very specific requirements for slaves. Age was one aspect, and height and appearance also had to be similar to those of Earthlings. Therefore, slave traders could only choose from certain races.
Even though the Divine Fire Temple was the largest slave organization in the Black Dragon Mountain Star Region, it was unable to find so many slaves that met Yang Wu's requirements on Qiulong Star.
Fortunately, there are many slave organizations on Qiulong Star, so it is convenient to transfer goods between them.
About half an hour later, the purple-skinned person in charge walked into the reception room with a fat middle-aged man who was only about 1.6 meters tall. Behind the middle-aged man were two bodyguards with extremely amazing auras.
"Dear Mr. Yang Wu, this is the director of our mall. All the business of our organization on Qiulong Star is under the charge of the director!" the person in charge introduced respectfully.
"Master, the middle-aged man is a ninth-level star-grade warrior. The two bodyguards behind him are third-level cosmic-grade and fourth-level cosmic-grade." Chi Yan's voice sounded in Yang Wu's mind.
"A cosmic-level powerhouse!"
This was the first time that Yang Wu had seen a cosmic-level strongman in reality, but he did not expect that he was a slave.
"Hello, Mr. Yang Wu!" The middle-aged man said politely, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Dhaka, and I am the person in charge of the Divine Fire Palace on Qionglong Star!"
"Mr. Dhaka, nice to meet you. If there is nothing else, let's go now!"
Yang Wu smiled and said that he had already done everything he wanted to do, so naturally he didn't want to stay on Qiulong Star any longer.
"No problem!" Dhaka said with a smile, "Everything is up to your wishes!"
All the major slave shops in the slave market have their own transport spaceships, which are parked not far outside Qiulong City.
Soon, Yang Wu and his party walked out of Qiulong City with a large number of slaves and boarded a transport spaceship flying to the docking port.
In the spacious hall of the transport spacecraft, Yang Wu and Dhaka sat opposite each other.
"Mr. Yang Wu, I wonder why you would buy so many slaves whose lifespans are about to end?" asked the middle-aged man Dhaka puzzledly.
He had never seen such a strange guest since he started working in the slave trade.
Compared to the ten
thousand year life span of the star class, the life span of the slaves purchased by Yang Wu is about to come to an end. Even if they are bodyguards, how many years can they last? Yang Wu smiled and said, "I just don't have much money. I want to buy more star class eighth and ninth level slaves. They are facing the end of their life span. Maybe they can break through to the universe level?"
Hearing Yang Wu's words, Dhaka was slightly stunned, "Mr. Yang Wu is joking!"
It is extremely difficult to break through from the ninth level of the star level to the cosmic level, and there may not be one in a hundred thousand. If it is easy to break through when facing the end of life, then there will not be so many people dying of old age in this universe.
He would rather believe that Yang Wu wanted to use a large number of star-level powerhouses to explore the secret realm.
Soon, the spacecraft arrived at the planet's docking port.
In the lower hall of the transport spacecraft, with the help of slave traders, Yang Wu and thousands of slaves successfully completed the ceremony of recognizing their master.
After a ceremony lasting more than ten minutes, all the thousands of slaves bowed slightly to Yang Wu in unison and greeted him respectfully, "Master!"
The weakest of the thousands of slaves were all planetary-level ninth-order spiritualists, and their auras were very strong. However, the thirty slaves in the lead were gloomy and not in good shape at all.
They are already facing the end of their lifespan. Even if they are controlled by microchips, they are just like puppets. This is the fundamental reason why they are so cheap!
However, the slave trader Dhaka seemed not to see these scenes. He handed a small silver box to Yang Wu and said with a smile: "Mr. Yang Wu, the master recognition program has been completed. Inside this box are the control terminal microchips of these 1,130 slaves. Each microchip controls a corresponding slave. You insert the microchip into the auxiliary optical brain and you can perform related operations."
"As for the operating methods, I have also recorded them all on an information storage card!"
"Then I will transfer the remaining payment to the account designated by your company now!"
Yang Wu nodded slightly.
He had learned this information from Chi Yan a long time ago.
"drop!"
After receiving the news that the remaining payment had been received, the smile on the slave trader Dhaka's face became even stronger. He handed Yang Wu a business card and said, "Mr. Yang Wu, it's a pleasure to do business with you! This is my virtual universe network number. If you want to buy slaves in the future, just come to me. I will definitely give you the best discount and guarantee that you will be satisfied."
"no problem!"
Yang Wu took the business card from Daka with a smile, and then walked into the planetary port of Qiulong Star with a large number of slaves.
After arranging 100 first-order stellar-level slaves and 1,000 ninth-order planetary-level slaves in the lower level space of the spacecraft, Yang Wu brought 30 eighth-order and ninth-order stellar-level slaves to the spacecraft control room.
Soon, the spacecraft took off and left the docking port.
After the spaceship traveled into the dark universe, Yang Wu finally had time to deal with the 30 "old" slaves he had purchased.
"Everyone, from today on, you are my slaves, Yang Wu!"
This time, Yang Wu spoke the Chinese language of Earth, which was successfully translated into a language that the slaves could understand with the help of each slave's auxiliary light brain.
"I know that you are all facing the distress of the end of your life, so you are not very respectful to me as your master! But..."
"One hundred years!"
"I just need you to obey me for a hundred years!"
"One hundred years later, if you are still alive, I will release your chip control and let you regain your freedom!"
After Yang Wu finished speaking, all the slaves' eyes lit up!
Freedom!
This is what every slave desires! However, under the control of the biochip, they cannot disobey the master's orders, and it is impossible for them to even have the slightest thought of doing harm to the master.
"We will protect our master till death!" the slaves shouted loudly, their aura completely different from the previous gloomy mood.
After Yang Wu painted the pie of freedom, a desire arose in the hearts of all the slaves. They would try their best to complete the tasks assigned by Yang Wu, hoping to regain the freedom they had lost long ago before they died!
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