Accompanied by the crisp sound of footsteps, in the underground secret room, those slaves imprisoned in the cells cried out for survival.
However, they did not notice that the buyer who came this time to select goods had a different sort of greed in their eyes compared to those regular customers.
That look wasn't for picking goods, but for... choosing ingredients.
...
"Huff—"
Qu Xiangnan, as fat as a pig, had just completed a difficult yet exhilarating task.
He glanced back at the woman already sprawled on the bed and casually tossed a blanket over her.
Goods that catch a cold could not be sold for a good price.
Today was his seventy-second wedding, but definitely not his last.
Even if the bride was paralyzed in bed without the strength to rise, it wouldn't stop him from continuing to hold the wedding.
Because the wedding was just an excuse, a reason to gather most people here.
The transaction beneath the wedding was the true meaning of this wedding.
