After arriving at Pass City, Yang Zhengshan asked Luo Shang to introduce him to a slave broker.
The slave broker was a little over forty. After learning Yang Zhengshan's identity, he immediately bowed with the utmost respect. "Greetings, Lord Yang!"
Slave brokers like them all had brokerage houses with backing behind them, and they were involved in many matters from the darker side of things.
However, the people they were least willing to offend were officials, especially military officers with real power.
A Thousand-Man Commander and Defense Officer like Yang Zhengshan naturally did not count as a major figure inside Pass City, but outside Pass City, he could take their lives.
Because Yang Zhengshan had men and blades in his hands. If they truly offended him to the death, who knew what he might do?
One must know, in the former Chongshan Town, the one thing never lacking had been soldier-bandits.
Yang Zhengshan did not waste words with him and said bluntly, "This official wants to buy some servants. Do you have any good candidates here?"
"I wonder what kind of servants my lord wants?"
The slave broker asked with a chuckle.
Good servants also came in different kinds.
Servants with ability were good servants, and servants with looks were also good servants.
He did not know whether the servants Yang Zhengshan wanted were capable, or "capable."
Yang Zhengshan did not know the filth in the slave broker's heart. He thought about it and said, "Preferably a whole family."
As for servants, he had two requirements: one was ability, and the other was loyalty.
Ability was not something that could be forced. As long as they were not people who liked to shirk work and play tricks, that would do. But loyalty was a must.
The human heart was hard