Chapter 710: Three days, the egg that draws big cakes, title 2

Prison is a place of survival of the fittest that is more cruel than the jungle. Criminals living here will be incomparably real.

Everyone who has been to prison will tell people outside a truth: it is not the same as what people imagine.

Many people feel... heavy criminals, especially murderers, should be respected in prison, but in reality, it is not like this.

Unless there is some big gang behind them, or they have extraordinary relationships outside.

Otherwise, just being a heavy criminal, life in prison is not even as good as an ordinary criminal.

People will bully these heavy criminals because they know that these people will not be able to go out for a short time, ten or twenty years, or even longer.

They don't worry about revenge, and they will use various ways to provoke, humiliate heavy criminals, and even beat and hurt them.

This way they will have a lot of face—

You dare to kill, but I dare to bully you!

This is also why many people in prison are exercising. They need to keep a strong physique at all times and make a heroic counterattack to all provocations.

On the contrary, those big gang members, even if they are weak themselves, have a lot of status in prison.

For example, some people from the Lans family were also locked up in prison. Some of them also exercised, but most of them looked like ordinary physiques, but no one dared to provoke them.

Now the Lans family is so strong. If someone provokes them, they must have a way to call outside. The gangs outside know that they were bullied, and they will make a response.

Then the gangs, families, and friends of those who provoked them might suffer because of this.

Mr. Charles and these people don't belong to the kind of people with background. They just have money.

In prison, having money is precisely the least deterrent.

A little guy with tattoos all over his face walked in front of them. What's more excessive is that he directly reached out and grabbed Mr. Charles.

Mr. Charles, who is used to being pampered, has a pretty good body management. Although he has gradually had some fat with age, to put it bluntly, it is adipose tissue.

This is much more elastic than the dry bodies of those little dogs!

Mr. Charles knocked off that person's hand. He is now biting the bullet to make himself look tougher. "What the fuck do you want to do?"

"I am Charles from Jincheng!"

This sentence made the little guy stunned for a moment. He turned his head a bit hesitantly to look at those who came. Those people shook their heads slightly. He then spat on the ground and turned back.

They hadn't heard of this name, and they had to inquire about it.

Mr. Charles breathed a sigh of relief slightly, but at the same time, he was a bit worried, worried about how long he could bluff these people.

The time for wind-releasing is very free, but it is very tormenting for these old men.

Mr. Charles walked to the side of the wire fence and looked at the prison guard who was less than half a meter away from him. "I want to see the warden."

The prison guard looked at him as if he were looking at a fool. Is the warden so easy to see?

Seeing that the prison guard didn't react, he had to continue to add some conditions. "I am Charles, from Jincheng. I have a lot of power outside. Help me pass a word to the warden. After I go out, I will give you a thousand dollars."

The prison guard still looked at him with disdain. "You have so much power, why did you come in here?"

Mr. Charles pursed his lips, wanting to curse, but didn't curse out.

"There is always someone better than you, right?"

"Listen, you can inquire about it. I definitely didn't lie. A thousand dollars, no one knows the deal between us."

"Tell the warden, I want to see him!"

The prison guard hesitated. "You have to give me something first, otherwise I can't trust you."

Mr. Charles thought about it and immediately gave him a number. "This is my home phone, Jincheng. After you go out, dial this number and tell the person who answers the phone that the pigeon is on the ashtray, and then let him give you a thousand dollars."

"Look, I am here now. If I lie to you, I will pay the price, right?"

The prison guard was suspicious. He hesitated. "Ten thousand dollars."

"Okay!", Mr. Charles agreed very decisively. Compared to his own safety, it's just ten thousand dollars!

The prison guard was suddenly a bit annoyed. He felt that he asked for less, but the words had already been said, so he could only hope that this guy who looked white and clean really had money.

As long as this business is done well, there will be no lack of opportunities to contact in the future.

He knocked on the wire fence and the steel frame with the police baton in his hand. "I will verify it. You'd better hope that the phone works!"

He said and straightened his police cap, then left here.

This made Mr. Charles breathe a sigh of relief. If he could see the warden, he would find a way to persuade the warden.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the prison guard returned from other places with an unnatural expression. He glared at Mr. Charles with dissatisfaction. "The warden said he didn't want to see you. Although he didn't see you, I will still call."

Mr. Charles stood in place, stunned. He looked at the prison guard. "Did he... say anything?"

The prison guard pursed his lips. "Twenty thousand."

"Deal!"

"He said..."

"Get the fuck out of my office, and if you contact those people privately again, I will twist your head off!"

The prison guard curled his lips, and then without waiting for Mr. Charles to say anything, he took the initiative to leave.

He was not worried that the warden would really twist his head off; he just didn't want to lose this job. Being responsible for maintaining order during wind-releasing is a fat job. Prisoners can contact him freely, and he can help some prisoners pass information to the outside.

This is a hidden benefit of prison guards. At least tens of dollars, and up to hundreds of dollars of income per month come from here.

Mr. Charles looked at the prison guard who left, cursed and returned to their small group of people and sat down. His face was so bad that others didn't dare to talk to him.

In the evening, they were arranged to eat in the restaurant with others. They used to eat separately.

When queuing, they were provoked, but endure it, and it passed.

When Mr. Charles carried the food tray and walked to the table where their group was eating, someone suddenly stretched out a foot and tripped him.

In an instant, he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground, and the food in the food tray was also turned over.

He turned his head to look at the guy who obviously had bad eyes and stretched out his leg. In the confrontation, he retreated, and this also made the surrounding prisoners couldn't help laughing.

Retreating means he is cowardly, meaning they have new fun.

Today is their last good day.

!

After eating, they were asked to return to the cell to rest, but this group of people stayed. "Your cell has been adjusted. Next, I will have someone take you to your new cell."

Mr. Charles couldn't help saying, "Why adjust our cell?"

The prison guard squinted at him. "The rules and regulations of the prison are like this. Adjust once every period of time. Are you not convinced?"

Someone was excited and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Mr. Charles. He looked at the prison guard, his expression was exceptionally ugly, but he said nothing.

Now he gradually realized that things were rapidly losing control.

These are all Lans's arrangements.

He will not surrender!

He gritted his teeth tightly and swore to himself.

He was assigned to a six-person room. When he held his quilt and other things and entered the cell, five pairs of eyes looked at him.

At this moment, his legs began to tremble and shake. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, accompanied by the iron door behind him being slowly closed, the prison guard's footsteps gradually moving away, he bit the bullet and said, "We can talk."

This is destined to be an uneasy night. In the middle of the night, someone in the prison area was covered with hair and made a low scream. The prison guard on duty saw these sounds and didn't see them.

At seven o'clock the next morning, the wake-up bell rang. Mr. Charles stood by his bed with a pale face and a crooked body.

He has to thank that he is old and his muscles are loose, otherwise there would definitely be some blood on the bed now.

These sons of bitches, lived for most of his life, always he fucked people, didn't expect that this time he was fucked by others, and there were so many people!

Fuck!

His emotions are losing management. The prison guard checked every cell and turned a blind eye to his encounter.

Soon he was also asked to work. Now their work is to make cowhide magazine belts for the army on the front line.

The cowhide is already cut. After it is sent over, they only need to sew these cowhides together according to the regulations.

Everyone has to make at least five hundred magazine belts every day. If they can't finish...

Mr. Charles worked very carefully. Although he was clumsy, at least he was working hard.

In the four hours of the morning, he actually made more than eighty magazine belts. Although there is still a long way to go to finish, at least this is a good start.

Just when it was about to be lunch time, suddenly someone came and put the magazine belts he made into his own basket.

He was stunned for a moment, and then reached out to grab that person. "Give my magazine belts back to me!"

But what the other party gave him was a fist!

The prisoners who clearly had far more tasks than them in the material boxes in the corner just looked at these numbly.

For those with status, they only need to make ten or twenty a day to mean it, and the rest of them will be distributed to people with lower status to do.

Some prisoners have to make more than a thousand a day to count as completing the work.

This has never been a fair place, and it is impossible to have fairness.

Mr. Charles, who was beaten up, was reprimanded for the crimes of "fighting and brawling" and "destroying production," and also received two chops.

Because of his terrible performance, there was no share of his lunch.

In the afternoon, he worked very hard, but until dinner started, he didn't make his share for today.

According to the regulations, he is not allowed to eat dinner.

In the evening, returning to the cell, those uneasy, hair-raising eyes made his face pale.

He seemed to be able to experience the pain and stubbornness in the eyes of those girls at this moment...

But in such a terrible way!

But fortunately, he can see the lawyer soon.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 711 =====