CEO Overlord Love: Contract Lover

"As for their working hours, oh ma'am, as long as you need them, you can ask them to serve you 24 hours a day. Those dogs don't need to rest at all!"

Mengyao nodded, and roughly understood the operation mode here.

There is no difference between this place and the feudal manors in the Middle Ages. They all hired black slaves to work and then sold the agricultural products for money.

"Mr. Gordon, do you know what region this place belongs to? Does it belong to Africa?" Mengyao continued to ask Gordon.

"Oh, ma'am, this is not Africa, it's much more remote than Africa!" Gordon replied truthfully.

"What? Even more remote than Africa?" Mengyao was stunned.

"Yes, ma'am! This seems to be East Africa. The front is full of rain forests and deserts. It takes at least ten days to get to the nearest city. The dogs pulling the carts will die of exhaustion!"

"Then why do you think of building a manor in such a place, sir?"

"Oh, the black slaves here are so cheap, don't give them up for nothing! As long as you give them a stable meal, most of them are willing to work for you! And the climate here is very suitable for growing coffee, Mrs. Fidel."

"So it is."

Mengyao nodded, completely understanding the meaning of the existence of this manor.

Just when she was about to continue asking something, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Gordon's voice suddenly became severe, looking like a master.

Mengyao looked at the door, and found that the person who came in was not a black man, but half black, probably born of mixed race between white and black.

"Mr. Gordon, the cart is ready." The man said to Gordon in not-so-fluent English.

"Help me take the salute out!" Gordon ordered the man, then continued to turn his head to look at Mengyao, and said with a smile, "Madam, I'm really sorry that I can't stay with you for too long, I'm leaving soon. "

"What? You're leaving now?" Mengyao was stunned for a moment, but after realizing it, she agreed, "Then go slowly, Mr. Gordon, I hope you won't forget my letter."

"Of course, ma'am!" Gordon replied in a positive tone, then stood up and bowed.

Mengyao helped him up, then smiled politely at him.

"By the way, ma'am, that half-black guy is in charge of slaves and ledgers. His name is Laban. You can ask him any questions!" Gordon added.

"Laban?" Mengyao read the name once to strengthen her memory, and then said goodbye to Gordon.

"I'll remember, Mr. Gordon, you go slowly."

Gordon didn't continue to entangle with her any longer, he put on his hat and left towards the door.

Mengyao also took a few steps towards the door, watching Gordon leave.

She discovered that the so-called cart was indeed a cart.

It is just a wooden board with two wooden wheels underneath, and two black people are pulling the cart.

......

"Ma'am?" Laban called her name in English.

After Mengyao came to her senses, she turned her head to look at Laban, gave him a faint smile, then walked back to her seat and sat down.

"Is that Laban? Sit down and we'll talk." She pointed to the stool opposite her, motioning Laban to sit down.

"How is this possible, ma'am." Laban quickly waved his hands and refused, as if he was blaspheming the gods.

Mengyao didn't expect him to be so humble, and was inexplicably taken aback.

It seemed that Gordon must be very strict with them, otherwise they wouldn't be afraid of being like this.

But she is not some kind of saint, and everyone is equal in everything.

In her values, the black slaves outside at this moment are equivalent to her employees.

She will not reward less if she deserves a reward, and she will not punish lightly if she deserves a punishment.

"This is my order, Laban." Mengyao looked at Laban expressionlessly, not intending to be polite to him at all.

"Yes, ma'am." After hearing her commanding tone, Laban dared to go to the stool and sit down, then looked down at the dusty tabletop, not daring to look at her.

"Laban, you have also seen that I am new to this manor. I hope you can tell me about the current situation of this manor and the problems it is facing." After Mengyao finished speaking, she picked up the water glass and drank slowly. Take a sip of water.

"Yes, ma'am." Laban nodded quickly, and then told her.

"Ma'am, this manor has been planting coffee trees for a living. If it makes a profit, it will be about 10 pounds a year."

"But due to the recent war, the coffee can't be shipped out at all, so it can only be stored in the warehouse."

"Without income, the food for the black slaves will be reduced. Many black slaves escaped. Some of them were found by Mr. Gordon and were beaten to death on the way. Even if some were not killed, they were probably eaten by tigers on the way. !"

"Then do you have any way to deal with it now?" Mengyao asked Laban straight to the point.

"Ma'am, there is nothing we can do. Now we can only wait to be starved to death!"

"Then why don't you pull out these coffee trees and plant something that fills your belly?"

"My God! Ma'am, this is Mr. Gurdon's estate. Without his order, how dare we do such a thing!"

"Now this manor is under my management, you go out now and ask someone to pull out all the coffee trees for me, and then wait for me to test it tomorrow to see what food can be planted!"

There was no room for rejection in her words, and although Laban hesitated, he obeyed.

"Okay, ma'am, then I'll go out and tell them now."

"Well, come back quickly, I have something to tell you."

"Yes, ma'am."

After Laban finished speaking, he stood up and retreated respectfully.

Mengyao's heart was in a state of confusion at the moment, constantly thinking about what to plant to feed her and hundreds of black slaves.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of something being thrown to the ground from the corner of the room.

She instinctively looked in the direction of the sound, only to realize that it was Pooh who knocked a ceramic vase to the ground.

Pooh was hugging the black baby at the moment, leaning against the corner tightly, his eyes full of fear.

Her hair, which was originally chestnut brown, was stained with bright red blood, which seemed to belong to the black baby.

There was a sudden pain in her heart, she stood up and walked towards Pooh.

She carried the black baby over and walked quickly towards the door.

"Laban!" she snapped Laban's name.

Three minutes later, Laban ran up to her, panting.

"Ma'am, ma'am, what's the matter?" Laban asked her out of breath.

"Take this child down and raise it for those women who have lost their children!"

Mengyao ordered, and then stuffed the child into Laban's arms.

"Yes, ma'am." Laban agreed quickly, and then walked forward with the child in his arms.

The decision was undoubtedly the best for that child.

Those women who lost their children will definitely treat him as their own child.

As for the future, the child is dead or alive.

What to do with her.

She couldn't even care about herself or her own daughter.

How can I care about a little boy who has nothing to do with it!

It's also ridiculous!

......

Mengyao sneered, and walked back into the house. After all, the sun outside was extremely glaring, and she was drenched all over after a while.

After Mengyao walked back into the house, she walked up to Pooh and hugged her.

"Would you like some water?" She said to Pooh in a cold tone, and then carried her to the tea table.