Brother Mao's agreed price with him was thirty thousand yuan per person, but the other party was only giving twenty thousand now, which made him very unhappy.
"Brother Nan, it was supposed to be thirty thousand, why did it change?"
"Brother Mao, the market has been bad lately. The batches of goods I brought in earlier were all for poor people who couldn't afford to pay. Now my goods aren't selling for a good price. Twenty thousand each is already good. I can't afford any more, so you can take them back yourself."
Nan Feng was certain that Brother Mao had also spent money to trick these people into coming and wouldn't let the cooked duck fly away.
"Another five thousand per person. I brought these people here at great risk, and the cost is not small."
"I can't add more. If you don't agree, I won't take this batch of goods either."
"Brother Nan, there's a fat guy here who is very rich. It's possible to get a million or so from him. If you don't add money, I'll take this fat guy back."
Nan Feng's eyes lit up: "Really? You're not lying to me, are you?"
"What's the point of me lying to you? I still have to do business with you in the future. This fat guy is my disciple, but he betrayed me. He has money, and if you use a little trick, he'll have to hand it over. It's a shame he has an 180-square-meter house in the county town that can't be transferred, otherwise, he alone could yield several million."
"Alright, since there's a big fish, let's close the deal at the original price."
As Nan Feng spoke, he took out another thirty thousand yuan. For the six people, it was a total of one hundred and eighty thousand yuan. This time, he paid ninety thousand yuan. The six young men, all in their early twenties, were thus traded.
At this moment, they were immersed in the excitement of going abroad. Regardless of whether they made money or not, this experience would be something they could brag about for years to come.
The next day, after breakfast, Brother Mao gathered San Pang and the others and solemnly explained the methods for identifying rosewood, making them all believe that this trip was for the rosewood business.
Around ten o'clock, Nan Feng arrived in a van.
"San Pang, this is Uncle Nan. He is responsible for all matters of crossing the border this time. You must listen to Uncle Nan's arrangements. There are many taboos for ethnic minorities, so don't ask or say anything carelessly on the road. The mountain roads are difficult, so pay attention to safety."
After arranging for San Pang and the others to get into the van, Brother Mao finally showed some fake concern.
San Pang nodded to him: "Don't worry, Master, we'll listen to Uncle Nan."
"Good, I'll give you a bonus when you get back."
Brother Mao waved his hand and watched the van drive away.
Nan Feng also had a kind expression. While driving, he explained the local scenery and customs to San Pang and the others, and briefly introduced some precautions after crossing the border, which completely put San Pang and the others at ease and made them even more excited about the upcoming trip abroad.
The van drove for more than half an hour, arriving at a secluded mountain hollow. Nan Feng led them to walk for another twenty minutes, reaching the bank of the Da Luo River.
Nan Feng made a phone call, and a speedboat came over. The person driving the boat was a middle-aged man who just nodded at Nan Feng without saying a word.
"Get on the boat. After crossing this river, you'll be out of the country."
Nan Feng was the first to jump onto the speedboat, then he called for San Pang and the others to board.
San Pang hesitated, feeling that the situation was a bit strange. This was illegal immigration. Shouldn't the rosewood business be conducted through official ports?
"San Pang, come up, what are you dawdling for?"
The other five had already gotten on, and one of them was anxiously urging San Pang.
"Coming."
San Pang had no time to think and had to jump onto the speedboat.
The river was not even thirty meters wide, but the speedboat traveled along the riverbank for a hundred meters before docking. Nan Feng gave the boatman two hundred yuan and then called for the six people to disembark.
"Holy crap, we're out of the country like this."
A young man named Wan Quan shouted excitedly as soon as he stepped onto the riverbank, feeling it was a bit unreal.
The others remained relatively calm because it was no different from being in their own country; they had just crossed a river.
"Take out your mobile phones, bank cards, wallets, and identification cards. Do not resist, or you will suffer greatly."
Just as the young men were excitedly preparing to experience foreign customs, Nan Feng's cold voice reached their ears.
Immediately, three vans drove up to them, and eight sturdy young men got out, all holding weapons. Two of them held handguns, and the other six held machetes.
What's going on? All six of them were stunned.
San Pang mustered up the courage to ask, "Uncle Nan, what did you mean just now?"
"I'll say it again, take out your mobile phones, bank cards, wallets, and identification cards. From now on, you have lost your freedom. If you are obedient, your life might be a little better. Otherwise, you will wish you were dead."
Nan Feng was very patient. These lambs to be slaughtered could not escape his grasp.
"Lost freedom? Uncle Nan, aren't you taking us to do rosewood business?"
San Pang had realized they had been deceived, but he still couldn't believe it.
"Rosewood business? Don't be naive. You're San Pang, right? To tell you the truth, your master has sold you to me for thirty thousand each. From now on, you are my cargo. Don't let me lose money on this deal, or you will suffer greatly."
"We were sold like cargo? San Pang, I'll kill you."
Wan Quan had fully understood and felt that San Pang had tricked them. He slapped San Pang across the face.
The others were also enraged and tried to hit San Pang.
Nan Feng frowned and roared, "Behave yourselves. Anyone who makes a move again will have their hand broken."
Except for San Pang, the others were all fond of fighting. They wouldn't easily submit in this situation, especially since they were very close to the border, and they could escape by jumping into the river and swimming across.
"Brothers, let's break out."
Wan Quan shouted and tried to run towards the riverbank.
"Looking for death."
A strong man swung his machete and chopped at his back. Wan Quan let out a scream and fell to the ground, then his head was stepped on.
The other four were held at gunpoint and by machetes before they could even run.
San Pang was so scared that he wet himself. This was too terrifying; these people didn't care about their lives at all.
His master had actually sold them abroad. Why had he trusted him so much? Why didn't he listen to Liang Liang's advice and stay to work at the factory, but insisted on making this trip?
Now it was over. Not only would he not make money, but he might also lose his life here.
As for escaping and returning to his hometown, the possibility was almost zero. Since Brother Mao had sold them all, he must have known they couldn't go back, otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to engage in human trafficking so boldly.