CHAPTER 352: CHAPTER 332: I AM YOUR FELLOW COUNTRYMAN

In this venue, Boss Zou’s people are everywhere, so naturally, nothing can escape his watchful eyes.

Bao Ye sat down, his shoulders straight, exuding an innate nobility and demeanor that set him apart from Boss Zou’s lazy, languid air.

"I heard you have a little lover back home." Boss Zou teased, "Seems like she was some kind of film queen, tut-tut, did you bring her along this time?"

If it really were her,

then Bao Ye’s taste is really questionable.

Even such a woman he would fancy.

"No."

With a cold two-word rebuttal, he dismissed the notion.

Boss Zou was momentarily stunned, then laughed heartily: "I knew it."

"My private affairs are none of your concern." Bao Ye stared at him, "You didn’t call me here just to discuss these, did you?"

"Let’s get to the point."

"That island is a must-have for the Bao Family, just state your terms."

Upon hearing this, Boss Zou’s face maintained a semblance of a smile, but the mockery in his eyes faded.

"Alright."

Boss Zou chuckled slightly.

"I like straightforward people like you."

The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke, the phoenix on his neck vivid yet incongruous.

"I can give you the island, but I have two conditions."

Business is business, never without its shadiness.

Bao Ye is a businessman, and so is he.

If it were merely about selling the island for money, it would mean he’d hit rock bottom.

The one thing he doesn’t lack is money.

What Boss Zou wants...

Restraining his thoughts, Boss Zou’s eyes were filled with complexity as Bao Ye asked calmly, "Go ahead, what are the conditions?"

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The auction hall was particularly large, and Jiang Ruan saw many strange and curious items.

But because of her extremely striking appearance, she also attracted many curious glances from various faces along the way.

Snow-white skin, an innocent face, a slender waist, and straight legs.

In the eyes of South African men, such a figure is simply top-notch.

The Asian look many South African men fantasize about.

Jiang Ruan happens to fit the bill perfectly.

But they weren’t blind; she was accompanied by six bodyguards, clearly not people to be trifled with.

So they could only look.

After all, their purpose here was the auction, not women.

As Jiang Ruan was browsing, a distant sound suddenly reached her, a girl’s pitiful and terrified cries.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

"I don’t want to go with you!"

Spoken in Chinese, clearly from the homeland.

A stir arose among the crowd on that side.

Jiang Ruan looked on and said, "Let’s go take a look."

Then, she headed over with her bodyguards.

Upon arriving, they discovered two particularly burly black men dragging a frail little girl.

Her face was somewhat dirty, but she clearly appeared innocent, looking no older than fourteen or fifteen.

The two black men stared intently at the little girl; the more she struggled, the more excited they became.

They were speaking in a local language that Jiang Ruan couldn’t understand.

Even though Jiang Ruan didn’t understand, she was all too familiar with those kinds of looks.

Clearly, it was lust.

How could such a young girl endure them...

Those two beasts.

Frowning, Jiang Ruan turned to ask the bodyguard beside her, "What are they doing?"

Bodyguard: "This venue isn’t all above board; there are some human trafficking dealings as well. This little girl was probably sold here and bought by these two."

Jiang Ruan was astonished. In this day and age, such transactions still exist.

Utterly despicable.

The two black men were dragging the little girl away.

The little girl’s face was filled with despair.

Unintentionally turning her head, she just happened to see Jiang Ruan’s face.

Someone from her homeland.

Her eyes suddenly sparked with a glimmer of hope, and she cried out loudly with a sobbing voice for help: "Sister, please help me, sister, I beg you, help me."

"I am one of your compatriots."