Did you put yourself on the spot to beg for food?

Thinking of this, Song Ziyu couldn't help but shake her head.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Li stopped trying to be aggressive and said directly: "Young people should just accept it when it's good, otherwise you will lose your life."

After saying this, Qiu Li looked around and found that many slaves were busy in his city lord's mansion.

These slaves are actually tearing down homes.

Everything is being carried to yourself!

Regardless of whether it was the flowers, flowers, tables, chairs, benches or anything else in the city lord's mansion, all of them were moved cleanly by the slaves!

Thieves moving companies don't do this either.

Qiu Li looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh. Although he had a big family and a big business, he couldn't support the move of thousands of people. This was the time to return to poverty.

"That's almost enough!" Qiu Li looked at Song Ziyu and said coldly: "I don't feel bad that my five-generation family business was destroyed in one day, but obviously you won't benefit from sharing it with those slaves... It seems that you are a hero, you

Let’s make a price, how can things be considered good today?”

Qiu Li was so arrogant when he said this!

In Qiu Li's view, Song Ziyu, who is a slave, can sit with him and make comments, which is obviously because he has given him enough respect.

For this kind of slave, Qiu Li knew exactly what he wanted.

Isn’t that the identity of a free man?

In the city-state of Miluo, people are different from each other.

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br>Below the nobles are citizens, below them are commoners, below the commoners are untouchables, and below the untouchables are slaves.

These slaves are born without identity and will only be enslaved and become the blood food of zombies.

Their bloodline is so low that even zombies don't bother to transform them, and will only treat them as food for their stomachs.

It is precisely because of this that Qiu Li is fully confident in persuading Song Ziyu.

Because he can give him the identity he wants but can't get.

…

"A price? What price?" Song Ziyu was slightly stunned, not understanding what Qiu Li was saying.

In Song Ziyu's opinion, this city lord is a bit funny.

Does he still want to "recruit" himself?

As a result, after asking Song Ziyu, he realized that this damn guy had the same idea as he had guessed.

He actually really wanted to recruit himself.

Thinking of this, Song Ziyu couldn't help but smile and said: "City Lord Qiu, I want to ask you a question."

"You ask, and I tell you everything I know."

Qiu Li felt like he had a role to play.

Song Ziyu smiled and asked: "City Lord Qiu is a hero. He manages many people, his family is quite wealthy, the slave business is booming, and there are so many zombies working for you."

"I don't dare to take it seriously."

Qiu Li said calmly: "Due to strength, everything is true."

Song Ziyu put away his smile, then stared at Qiu Li and asked: "Then City Lord Qiu thinks, is it your family fortune of five generations that is more important, or you as a person?"

Qiu Li replied without thinking: "Of course I am important! Money is something external to the body. As long as I live, I will have a chance to make a comeback. What I lose today, I will have twice as much in the coming year."

"What a double possession." Song Ziyu shook his head lightly and said, "I'm not satisfied with this answer."

Qiu Li was stunned for a moment, then said: "You don't think money is more important, do you?"

Qiu Li sighed in his heart.

After all, he was born a slave and is very short-sighted.

But Qiu Li immediately realized that this was probably not the case!

Because this young man did not stop the behavior of other slaves, this way of attacking local tyrants to divide their land clearly seemed like he was preparing to cause trouble!

If he really cared about these Adu things, he shouldn't let his slaves divide them...

On the contrary, it was precisely because of his non-short-sightedness that Qiu Li felt that this young man was a talent and had this conversation.

really!

The young man smiled and shook his head, denying his answer.

Qiu Li thought for a moment and said, "No, I think I am more important."

Song Ziyu felt that this conversation could not inspire City Lord Qiu. After all, this man's identity determined his class and position, so it was impossible for him to think of it.

So Song Ziyu said bluntly: "Lord Qiu, let me tell you the truth, your money, your five-generation family business, and yourself are not important to me."

"Then what's important?" Qiu Li was confused.
Chapter completed!