Chapter 600 9.22 Nicholson Manor (7)

Chapter 600 22 Nicholson Manor (7)

Tang Qianye put down the cigarette in his hand and shook his head slightly. Google search reading

The usual trick of Roman merchants is to make up a wonderful story for the goods in their hands.

For example, a painted disk from the Tang Dynasty in the East.

Only 10 silver coins can be bought on a straw mat at the night market. If it is sent to the store and placed in a luxurious wooden box with a piece of silk cloth on the bottom, it can be sold for 30 silver coins.

If the plate is placed in a golden tray in the center of the store, customers can see it immediately when they enter the store

If someone asks about it, make up a wonderful story.

For example, this is a token of love given to a woman from his hometown by a certain emperor of the Tang Dynasty before he became rich. Although the craftsmanship is not exquisite, the emperor plays with it every day because he misses the person when he sees it

With such an introduction, the price of this thing can be at least 10 times higher.

There is no way around it. The fastest merchant needs at least 18 months to travel the Silk Road. After calculating the loss on the road, every piece of goods that can be successfully transported to Byzantium is hard-won.

They naturally have to find ways to sell more silver.

In Tang Qianye's eyes, Ma Feng obviously told him such a story.

But Ma Feng does not have the cultural background of old Hash.

On the way into the Black Desert, he met Loki, the 'King of Paris'. After returning, he learned and applied it, and directly arranged this story for his "people".

The method is indeed a bit inferior.

But making money is understandable.

It has been three days since the purchase of this house. Tang Qianye knows that he must take a few servants back today anyway. As a qualified lurker, they must integrate into the surrounding environment as soon as possible, otherwise more and more people will see the flaws.

For ordinary Byzantine nobles, a house covering an area of ​​1 hectare must employ at least 10-20 servants. Their work involves repairing houses, feeding horses, mowing lawns, preparing food, washing clothes, etc.

Today he must bring back a few people to make the main house more popular. No matter who Ma Feng provides him, he must accept it.

Nodding gently, Ma Feng stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

His subordinates understood and took Tang Qianye to the second floor. After one candlestick incense time, he appeared in front of Tang Qianye with three men and women.

"Is this the subordinate of the legendary 'King of Paris'?"

Tang Qianye pointed to the white woman in the middle with a rather vicissitudes of life and asked.

It is not difficult to see that she is about 30 years old. This age is not old for Vikings. Although there seems to be a hint of melancholy hidden between her eyebrows, it is not difficult to see that she should also be a rare Norse beauty when she was young.

(It seems that Ma Feng calling her Odin's people is not false, at least on the surface.)

"Your name is 'Gelin'?"

As a logistics specialist in the Legalist school, Tang Qianye must know all the mainstream languages ​​in the world. The "Norse" often spoken by the Vikings happens to be one of them.

Since the Han Dynasty, there has been a precedent of "Varyag Guards" arriving in the Eastern Continent along the Silk Road.

There are quite a few Vikings living in the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

Their work is mainly to guard the house, and when necessary, they will follow the master to the battlefield and serve as personal security.

"My Lord, yes. Gelin Hellendal is my name. I come from the Frost Ridge of the Scandinavian Peninsula and am a Viking 'Frost People'."

"This is my son, Red Blood Pigeon."

Next to Gelin stood a tall young man with a height of nearly 2 meters. He was about 15 years old, and his most notable feature was a red birthmark on his cheek that looked like a flying bird.

His pupils were strangely one blue and one red.

Tang Qianye had seen countless people, and he could tell at a glance that this young man's gentle appearance concealed a hint of arrogance. Others might have doubts, but living in a house full of legal assassins

Military force was the last thing he had to worry about.

"Sir, Red Blood Pigeon awaits your dispatch!"

Tang Qianye nodded, with a mysterious smile on his lips.

The strangest thing was the third person in this family.

Red was tall, white, and had golden hair. It was not difficult to see from the genes that Ge Lin must be his biological mother.

But among the three, the remaining man was definitely not his biological father.

Because this man had obvious Han characteristics.

Even though the Tang Dynasty in the East had experienced the Anshi Rebellion, it was still one of the most powerful countries in the world today. The Han people who came to the West could at least be a clerk in a store to support the storefront.

It was rare for Han people to be reduced to being servants in the Western Continent.

"Old man, what's your name?"

Tang Qianye did not use Chinese, but still spoke the "Norse" commonly used by Vikings. When Ma Feng introduced these three servants, he said that they were foster father and mother and son.

If this is true, the old man should have mastered this language in his daily life.

"My Lord, my name is Mo Kui, and I am a poor blacksmith."

Among the three, the Viking mother and son are both very simple-minded people.

They are like a blank sheet of paper, and Tang Qianye can see all the details at a glance.

Only this old man from Tang Country gave him a vague feeling of being difficult to fathom.

Tang Qianye smiled and stretched out his right hand, hiding a fine ox-hair needle between his fingers. The fine needle was coated with a deadly poison. If there was no antidote after it pierced into the human body, it would kill the person within 10 breaths.

This was a common method used by the assassins of the Legalist School to identify people.

Mo Kui was like an ordinary elderly farmer on the East Continent. He stretched out his hand and shook hands with Tang Qianye in ignorance. The fine ox-hair needle pierced his palm, and Tang Qianye narrowed his eyes to observe his reaction.

If he was an East Continent cultivator, this feeling would not be hidden when the deadly poison entered his body.

The spiritual energy running through his body would immediately warn him, unless he had cultivated to the stage of Daluo Jinxian and completely transcended the mortal body.

There would be no more than 10 such people in the world today.

Mo Kui's reaction did not exceed Tang Qianye's expectations. This old man was like a normal East Continent farmer, with no reaction to the poison.

After 7 breaths, Tang Qianye reached out and patted his shoulder again. This time, there was another fine needle hidden in his palm, but this needle was an antidote.

Mo Kui passed his test.

This man was not a Donglu monk from any sect.

"Okay, let's just take these three for now."

"After we sort out the manor, if we are short of manpower again, we will need the help of Boss Ma Feng."

As he spoke, Tang Qianye took out a heavy purse from his arms and threw it on the table.

"Okay!"

"If you need a servant of a specific race, don't forget to ask me to make an appointment in advance."

"Even if you need a living sacrifice from the New World, I will find a way to catch a few for you! Brothers, prepare a carriage and send Boss Tang off for me!"

"Thank you, Boss Ma, there is a long way to go"

The two people who had achieved their own goals looked at each other and smiled knowingly.