Is Something Wrong With Her Brain?

The slave market had many slaves. The myriad choices would dazzle most people. Lou Qianxue and Lou Potian, based on their judgment, chose a dozen muscular guards and a female chef.

"We'll just select a butler, and that should be enough."

Lou Potian was quite satisfied with this trip.

"Yes." Lou Qianxue nodded. "Just now, I heard that someone's auctioning slaves in front. Shall we go and take a look?"

"Sure. These slaves must be quite capable if they're being auctioned."

Lou Qianxue and Lou Potian walked forward and saw a tall platform. A crowd had gathered underneath it.

"Hu Laosan has sold slaves many times. Why did he commit such a mistake this time? Is he trying to ruin his own reputation?"