Chapter 611: Extravagant Confession (4)_1
Pei Qin glanced at the sky, listening to the trafficker praise how great the people in her hands were and how many advantages they had procured for those who bought them. She chuckled, "Buy with your own money."
Pei Qian was in charge of the Kimchi Workshop, which was only busy for a few months a year but made quite a bit of money. Aside from the amount that went into the company’s public account, Pei Qin allowed her and Pei Yuan to take out some pocket money every month. Her little treasury had also saved up quite a few dozen taels of silver.
"I’ll buy it myself if I have to!" Pei Qian pursed her lips, asked for the price, and a maid cost six taels of silver, "That expensive!?" Originally, when Old Pei’s House arranged for the eldest sister to marry into Qian Dog’s family, they only gave Lady Chen two taels of silver, claiming there were two acres of land and that a dowry was necessary to proceed.
The trafficker emitted an ’aiyo’, praising those four maids over and over again, as if there were none like them on earth or in heaven; eight taels of silver would be a bargain and six was an outright steal, "...If it wasn’t for your family wanting them, this price definitely wouldn’t get them out the door! If not for making things right, I wouldn’t sell at all!"
Pei Qian remained unimpressed, haggling with her.
The trafficker nearly popped her eyes out. Those who could afford to buy servants to wait on them were wealthy, and even though some might bargain, she had never seen anyone like Pei Qian – a young lady from an imperial merchant’s family – haggle so hard over a maid.
In the end, the trafficker, hating that she could not vomit blood from anger, reluctantly agreed to give a discount of two taels and three coins of silver for four people.
Those three coins were haggled out by just two people.
The four maids who were bought looked at Pei Qian with a mix of fear and worry that, under the thumb of such a formidable and frugal mistress, there would be little hope for their future.
The trafficker’s walk became unsteady, her face slightly green, and Pei Qian was still not fully satisfied.
After they left with the maids, the trafficker drank two cups of tea and said through gritted teeth to a trafficker sister with whom she cooperated, "If anyone from their house comes again, if it’s Pei Qian, definitely don’t sell! If I have to sell, I’ll talk to Pei Qin! She’s forthright!"