Chapter 1288: If He Dies, He Dies

Huang felt that he was being toyed with by Baifeng, because Baifeng would say he wouldn't give him a chance one moment, and then say he would the next, which led to him no longer being willing to believe Baifeng; ever since he discovered he was very clever, he had developed a great deal of arrogance.

Thus, regarding this inquiry from Baifeng, he instead said quite abnormally: "If you want to kill me, then kill me; anyway, you won't give me a chance."

Baifeng hummed a laugh: "Alright. I had originally thought that for someone as clever as you, I would send you to our Huaxia Coal Mine to work. Although you wouldn't be able to come out for the rest of your life, at least you could still stay alive. Since you don't want this chance and don't want to live on, then that's perfect; I also need an example to intimidate the servants of Huaxia."

"Tell them that no matter what you are doing, I know about it. Don't think you are hiding it well; here with me, there are no secrets."

Huang collapsed completely, his body trembling slightly; the little bit of strength his self-esteem and pride had given him was completely stripped away by the threat of death, and now he had truly wet himself.

Chunfeng's heart was also greatly shocked. So the chance the King spoke of was sending him to the Coal Mine. Indeed, being sent to the Coal Mine was fine; the Coal Mine was a place where people easily died, and it was both tiring and dirty, so it could be considered a good place for punishment. Even though he had never been there, he had heard of it, so during the selection and training, all the troublemakers who appeared were sent to the various mines. In the mines where there was no light of day, one could survive, but one would not live well.

However, what shocked Chunfeng the most was that sentence Baifeng said: "No matter what you do, I know about it." Chunfeng lowered his head nervously, but when he carefully recalled, he hadn't done anything wrong, so he lifted his head back up, though his fingers were trembling a little.

But seeing that Huang had been scared into wetting himself, he immediately went out to call people, letting the Soldier drag Huang out so he could clean up the mess.

The Soldier quickly dragged the now-silent Huang out. Because he belonged to property and not to people, there was no need for a trial, and Baifeng's order was equivalent to a verdict. Even if he weren't a Slave, whether he lived or died was just a word from Baifeng; there wasn't even a need to complete the procedure.

One could just have the executioner take him to the execution ground and behead him. However, because Huang was the first case in all of Huaxia, the main servants in the hands of the Huaxia Nobles still had to be present to observe.

While Chunfeng was cleaning up, Baifeng arranged it all for Chunfeng in such a lighthearted manner.

"Remember to let all the servants go and take a look. As for you few, you will also be present, and read the rules to them once more."

"Oh, explain it well to Chengqie over there too. After all, this is his Slave, and killing him just like that might still cause him to develop some bad feelings. If there are any vacant spots for servants, let Chengqie go and choose them himself; don't let you guys send them anymore. Whichever one he picks is the one he gets; picking a few more is also fine. You must explain it clearly and make it understood."

Chunfeng bowed his head in agreement, listening earnestly. After Baifeng finished speaking, he continued cleaning. After sweeping and mopping it clean, he even lay on the ground to sniff it, and only felt at ease after confirming there was no smell of urine.

Afterward, he swapped shifts with the next person in advance and went to arrange the matters Baifeng had entrusted to him; it was just a matter of a Slave, it wouldn't have any impact.

It was just that Baifeng was a bit annoyed; this Slave actually didn't give him face. He had been about to give him a chance to live, yet he didn't want it. But it was also because he himself had lost his temper; he should have spared his life.

Several mines had been asking for people, and the Clerks at the mines were very insufficient. Even if they were arranged to go, they were unwilling to work long-term because it was dirty and tiring, and it also had an impact on their health.

Any young person with a bit of ambition wanted to jump out as soon as possible and go work in other units, which led to the mines always lacking manpower who could read and calculate.

Huang's appearance was also a very good choice. As a Slave, he had no choice, and he had a chance to live, which just happened to be able to make up for the manpower problem at the mine. It was impossible to give him a position; he was just to do that work. Now that the person had gone and sought death himself, it was unknown how long it would take before this manpower could be arranged.

As for Chengqie, Huang's master, after receiving this news, he couldn't say much; Baifeng's decision was the most important.

Although he was already used to having Huang serve him, after all, Huang was just a Slave; in his heart, he didn't have much status and could be replaced at any time. Plus, Chunfeng had carefully explained the ins and outs, and repeatedly stated that servants were not allowed to be literate, so Chengqie didn't feel that Baifeng was targeting him.

It was just killing a Slave, how could that be considered targeting him? And under Chunfeng's guidance, he also recalled many of Huang's suspicious points. Sometimes he really would hold a piece of paper and look at it, and the time he spent looking was wrong, as if he really knew how to read.

Once, he even mockingly asked Huang: "You look for so long, don't tell me you recognize what is written on it?"

Huang also replied: "Master, I look at the things drawn on it, they are really pretty, so I looked a few more times."

This was just bullying Chengqie for being new to Huaxia and not understanding the Huaxia Slave policy that well. If Huang had been the Slave of another Noble, it would absolutely have been impossible to give him so many chances. If his eyes lingered on a document for even a moment, it would absolutely have attracted attention.

A true servant, an excellent servant, should not put their eyes on places they shouldn't look. Even if they just looked at the mistress one extra time, they would have to receive a beating.

Chengqie's current thought was that if he died, he died. If one really calculated it, he should be the person with the most Slaves in all of Huaxia. Even Baifeng couldn't control all the Slaves; he also had to send Slaves to various places to work.

Only Chengqie's family could conduct large-scale sales and trades of the Slaves in their own home, and thus become wealthy. This time, he had his father send more Slaves back. Besides the ones to be given to Changle, he estimated his father would probably give some extra; it was impossible to just give the exact number.

As long as those Slaves were sent over, give Changle what should be given to Changle, and keep the rest for himself. Huaxia should be training and selecting the Slaves; at that time, send them all to be trained together, and pick some good ones for himself.

Using the Slaves from his own home was more reassuring and comfortable. Plus, they were about to move into a new home, and the new Dean would be larger, so more servants would be needed. Even if his brothers and sisters couldn't have one servant per person, they would have to have two or three people share one, so that they could be served properly.

If there was still a surplus, trade them away directly. There were many people in Huaxia who needed servants; the price of one Slave was enough to support his own Slaves for a long time, which was very cost-effective, so Chengqie was not worried at all.

It was just that those Leaders discovered they had no one leading them and Huang was nowhere to be found, so they were a bit puzzled. After Chengqie casually stated the reason, they didn't care anymore. The life or death of a Slave was a matter of indifference to everyone, even if his value was high.