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Chapter 674: This Batch of Goods Aren’t Any Good

At the same time, in a small city more than a thousand kilometers away.

A bus that had been remodelled drove along a dirt path. The road was long and winding and circled around tall mountains.

It had rained not long ago, so the mountains were surrounded by dense fog and when one looked out of the window, everything seemed completely white.

“Slow down. The roads here are dangerous,” the man who sat next to the driver warned him.

This was the final stretch of road leading up to Mang Mountain District, and this was also the most dangerous part of the journey. The road was more than 200 kilometers long, twisted and turned, and was very narrow. Some stretches of the road didn’t even have any guardrails, so a careless mistake could result in a serious car accident.

Moreover, they had overloaded their car and stuffed 25 adults in a car that could only carry 19 people.

“Shut up, I know what I’m doing,” the driver snapped back in irritation, as though he was unhappy with the price he had been given to make this journey.

There were 25 people in the car and 12 of these were strong and healthy young or middle-aged men. There were also 13 women and all these women looked very young, around the ages of 13 to 30. Unlike the men, these women were all tied up and their hands and feet were tied together with hemp ropes while there was a piece of cloth stuffed into their mouths. These women had all been pushed toward the back of the bus and several stockier women kept twisting around, as though they were trying to free themselves from these ropes but to no avail. The ropes have been tied too tightly, so escape was impossible.

“Save the effort, girl. We’ll be there in an hour,” a buck-toothed man turned around and glanced at the woman who was struggling the hardest, a strange smile danced on his lips that could make one’s skin crawl.

The car finally stopped at a remote village.

This village was surrounded by mountains and there were several short houses made of mud or wood that were spread out sparsely across the village.

The village seemed very undeveloped. There were several farms and hills, and local farming crops were planted in those farms, such as corn, rice, wheat, and so on. They didn’t seem to be growing well either.

This city was called Mang village, and was also known as the illiterate village because most people in the village were illiterate. The village was large and covered a radius of more than 20 kilometers. Theoretically, it was seven or eight times larger than an average village but there were only slightly more than 300 people who were part 82 households living here. It was severely underpopulated.

This mountain range was the most remote district in the southwestern region and was easily overlooked by the government. The villagers continued to maintain their primitive style of living, so it was a very poor and backward village.

The men got off the car one at a time.

Then, they huddled together in a discussion group.

Their leader was a man in a black singlet who was tall and burly, with a large picture of a tiger tattooed on his arm, and a gold chain that was as thick as chopsticks hung around his neck.

He seemed like a burglar, but at the same time, he also seemed like nouveau rich.

“Brother Jiang, should we tell the others to come collect their goods?” a young man ran up to this man and spoke respectfully to him. He was obviously a runner.

The man who he had addressed as ‘Brother Jiang’ frowned. It was clear that as he wasn’t too happy with business this time. After a while, he gestured for the young man to call the others with a wave of his hand.

Another man who had tattoos on his arms walked up to Brother Jiang and said, “Brother Jiang, this batch of goods aren’t any good. They were either ugly, or have chronic illnesses, or are lacking in intellect. I think we’ll have to push down the prices this time. How about charging 50,000 to 100,000 per woman this time? As you’re aware, people here are all very poor.”