Dar es Salaam Port.
Slave market.
Although the Sultanate of Zanzibar had been packed off to Zanzibar Island, the colony could hardly send slaves to the island for trade.
Thus, the slave market at Dar es Salaam Port was retained, jointly operated by the East African colony and the Sultanate of Zanzibar.
"Sir, take a look at this cargo. Absolutely first-rate, all carefully selected from the Ottoman Empire. Whether you take them back to till the fields or tend the household, every one of them is a top hand." Azam vigorously promoted the goods before him.
The poor Armenian women were lined up by Azam like cattle and sheep for inspection by East African colony officials.
Azam spared no effort in praising the "cargo" before him. "They all used to live in the western mountain regions of the Ottoman Empire. The environment there was far worse than East Africa's—not only were the roads difficult, but the land was barren and water scarce. Buy them back, and they can definitely endure hardship. They won't cause you any trouble."
East African colony official Mark Virian held a wooden stick in his hand, looking them over from left and right. From time to time, he used the stick to lift the faces of the "cargo" and inspect their health.
After the long sea voyage, most of them were not in good spirits, but they were still fairly healthy. Mark Virian was quite satisfied with the quality of the "cargo" before him.
"Mr. Azam, I've looked them over. They're all fairly good. If our people find no major issues after examining them, we'll take this entire batch."
Azam hurried forward with a fawning smile. "Sir, since you think this batch is not bad, and the quantity we've supplied this time is considerable, could you