Chapter 965: Being alive is more valuable

Zhang Yulang stared at the pill in Chen Guanlou's hand, not moving for a long time.

Chen Guanlou smiled enigmatically. "Brother Yulang, are you afraid? Afraid that I am tricking you, afraid that if you eat this pill you will really die? If I wanted to kill you, would I need to be so circuitous? Don't forget, I am a Ninth Rank martial artist. I have a hundred ways to make you die in the cell without anyone knowing, and even if the Heavenly King came, he wouldn't find the truth. Wouldn't that be safer!"

"Won't I really die?"

"Do you not trust me, or do you not trust the pill in my hand? Or do you not trust anyone?" Chen Guanlou asked curiously.

Zhang Yulang subconsciously licked his dry lips. "Must I eat it, must I go to this step? Can't I just pretend?"

"What are you pretending for? Playing dead? If you want to get out, you have to pass through three barriers and slay six generals. Whether someone is sick or truly dying, an experienced person can see through it at a glance. Brother Yulang, everything has a price. This is the Heavenly Prison, not your Zhang family estate; don't try your young master's tricks here. One word: are you going to eat it or not?"

Chen Guanlou put on a very impatient look; he really didn't want to serve him. It would be better to just poison him silently. Zhang Yulang could not eat the pill in his hand, but he could not not eat or drink.

The more one is in prison, the more one needs to eat on time, eat well, and nourish the body, so as to withstand the harsh prison environment and wait for the day of release.

Being sentimental all day and not eating well, one wouldn't need to wait for release; a small cold would kill you!

Zhang Yulang was afraid of death, but he was even more afraid of the Heavenly Prison; he really couldn't stand this place. What was even more fatal was that the imperial examination fraud case would definitely kill people, and many people would die.

Only by getting out could he save his life!

And so, he laughed awkwardly, took the pill, and swallowed it in small mouthfuls.

Chen Guanlou confirmed that the other party had swallowed the pill before laughing with satisfaction. "For the next few days, act as usual, don't have any abnormal behavior. When you get sick, I will arrange for the medical official to diagnose and treat you, you just need to cooperate. As for your family, I will also notify them."

Zhang Yulang rubbed his throat, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "Brother Lou, can I get out soon?"

"Of course!"

"After I get out, I will invite Brother Lou to drink."

"Don't! Do you understand that a tall tree catches the wind? After you get out, just stay at home and recuperate, don't go out. Especially before the case is settled, don't go out. Otherwise, if the secret leaks, everyone will be in trouble. You don't want to go in a second time, do you?"

Zhang Yulang listened to the advice. "Okay, I'll listen to you. My matter all depends on you. Brother Lou, you won't lie to me, right."

Chen Guanlou glanced at the other party and sneered. "You are more valuable alive."

"That's true." Zhang Yulang instantly became cocky, putting on the airs of a dissolute young master, only the environment was wrong, failing to set off his wealth.

"After the case is settled, I will definitely set up a banquet and drink for three days and three nights. At that time, Brother Lou, don't decline. You are my savior, you must be there."

"We'll see when the time comes."

Whether he could live to that time was another matter.

Anyway, as long as he didn't die in the Heavenly Prison, it would be fine.

Sigh!

Where could one find such a loyal subordinate like him? Sun Daoning still didn't know how to cherish him, being stingy all day, not grand at all.

Tomorrow, I'll find an excuse to ask the old man to approve some more funds to give bonuses to the prison guards below and improve their lives.

A night of wind and rain!

The weather that had just turned hot turned cold in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yulang was sick, and many prisoners in the cell were coughing and sick.

Medical Official Mu was busy running around.

Because the Zhang family gave a lot of money, he was the first to diagnose and treat Zhang Yulang, prescribing medicine normally, and ordering the prison guards in the pharmacy to decoct the medicine.

Zhang Yulang opened his mouth several times, wanting to speak but stopping, and fearing that there were too many people, he didn't dare to say anything.

Medical Official Mu patted the other party's shoulder. "Don't speak, just rest well, I know everything. Take the medicine well, and you will get better soon."

"I want to see Chen Jiang Yucheng."

"Oh, Chen Jiang Yucheng has been very busy these past two days; someone died in the Grade C cell, and Chen Jiang Yucheng has been unavailable these past few days."

Chen Guanlou had long ago discussed it with Medical Official Mu; during Zhang Yulang's illness, he shouldn't appear, so as not to attract the attention of some people. It just so happened that in the Grade C cell, many prisoners had relapsing illnesses, and the number of deaths reached a new high, so he took the opportunity to rectify it, and he was truly busy!

"Someone died?"

When Zhang Yulang heard that someone died in the Grade C cell, he instantly became nervous. He grabbed Medical Official Mu's sleeve tightly, not letting him go. "Medical official, I, I won't die, will I?"

"Lord Zhang, don't be anxious. Your family gave enough money, and the prescription I gave you uses top-grade medicinal materials. Take the medicine and rest well, and you will get better soon."

Zhang Yulang instantly relaxed, but then became nervous again; if his condition improved, wouldn't the plan to escape death be a failure?

He wanted to ask more, but Medical Official Mu had already stood up and went to the next cell.

Helpless, he could only comfort himself, he must believe in Chen Guanlou. Chen Guanlou took the money, and he would definitely handle the matter properly.

The weather was cold and hot, and three people died in the Grade C cell in one night.

Chen Guanlou was very dissatisfied!

He summoned everyone in Grade C to hold a meeting and severely criticized them.

He strictly ordered that before the illness was effectively controlled, prisoners should not be sent to the interrogation room, and no corporal punishment should be used!

"Do you want to keep your rice bowls? If you want to keep your rice bowls, don't mess around with me. A cell full of sick people, and you still send people to the interrogation room; how insane are you? Only when people are alive can you earn money. If people die, you earn a fart! Not only will you not earn money, but you will also lose your rice bowls. Use your brains! Prison Clerk Xu, three people died in the Grade C cell in one night, you are unshirkable, you must bear the main responsibility. Write a self-criticism first, and reflect well on your mistakes."

When Xu Fugui heard this, the sky collapsed!

His face turned red. "My lord, this, this, this, I have never written a self-criticism before, I don't know how to write it. And, I don't know how to write much."

Chen Guanlou sneered; this was the effect he wanted. He angrily scolded: "If you don't know how to write, don't you know how to ask someone? I don't care if you know how to write or not; in short, I want to see the self-criticism within three days, not less than a thousand words, and no ghostwriting allowed. Your handwriting, I can recognize even with my eyes closed, so don't think about taking shortcuts. Dismissed!"

Not giving Xu Fugui a chance to plead, argue, or complain, Chen Guanlou went directly out of the Grade C cell.

Xu Fugui was so angry that he threw his saber onto the table, and it wasn't as if he was hoping for people to die. If prisoners wanted to die, could he stop them?

Lu Datou was gloating, watching the other party's joke, and offered an idea on the side. "Old Xu, the private secretary Mu Qingshan, go beg him, he will definitely help you. He is a proper scholar, writing a self-criticism is not a problem."

"Can Mu Qingshan help me?"

"Treat him to a drink, call two singers, make him happy, and he will definitely help you. If it really doesn't work, there is still Qian Fugui. Qian Fugui secretly studied for several years, a mere self-criticism is not a problem."

Xu Fugui pondered for a while, and he still decided to ask Mu Qingshan for help. As for Qian Fugui, hmph, he was just a small prison guard back then, and now that he had to beg the other party, wouldn't he look like he had no face? ===== CHAPTER 966 =====