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Chapter 11 Framed in One Day

"The work in the garment factory is easy, and there are few orders. They often leave work after half a day. Everyone rushes to do it, but there are only ten places on the first floor. The typical monks have more meat and less meat. Unlike cement factories and steel factories, which are messy and tiring. It's a whole day, and it's life-threatening."

"The role of the team leader is to adjust and arrange work positions reasonably so that everyone has a chance to rest."

"Of course, reasonable arrangements are bullshit. It is rare for a team leader to be so fair. After all, arranging jobs for prisoners is a lucrative power, and no one is willing to give up benefits."

Datou has been in Kokubun Prison for several years, and he knows how many processing factories there are in the prison.

As long as it can make money, no matter how dirty, messy or dangerous it is, prisoners will be arranged to do it. In the Kokubun Prison, prisoners often die, half of which are due to work-related injuries, and the other half are due to power struggles.

The big head is living very well now, mainly because he keeps a low profile. Hong Xing spends money to buy peace, just to provide a little guarantee, which cannot make people feel at ease.

After all, Hong Xing is a big gang, and his business is also illegal. Once the incident happens, he will arrange people to take the blame. If everyone spends money to buy peace, how much will it cost!

The big head is lucky and has a good boss, so Hong Xing spends money to buy peace every year, and most of the money for peace is paid by boss B himself.

If ordinary boys were sent to the Kokubun Prison, Hong Xing would spend at most one year of peace, and then he would let them fend for themselves.

The practices of other gangs are similar.

It's not that the gang is ruthless, but that the younger brother has come forward to take the blame. He already has a settling allowance, and spending money to buy another year of peace is already exhausting his benevolence.

After all, this is not a small fortune!
"Big head, how many people are there on the third floor?"

After Zhao Nanshan finished eating the chicken legs, he put the fried egg in his hands and asked Datou.

Seeing the fried eggs on the porridge, Datou was stunned for a moment, then he picked up the fried eggs and said while eating: "Brother Nan, there are only 53 people on the third floor, of which 46 live in Tongpu and 7 live in small cells."

"By the way, the people living in the small cell usually don't have to work, and occasionally they have arrangements. Don't worry about these, it's all arranged by the third sister. Just do it honestly..."

"I see."

Zhao Nanshan nodded slightly.

A fried egg makes the relationship between the two go one step further.

However, it is far from enough to win over the big head.

Because, he has already seen the mind of the big head, he just wants to live in peace, and he doesn't like to fight and kill.

For some taboo things, you have to check them out slowly.

Eat early.

The prisoners in the shop on the third floor came to Zhao Nanshan one after another, waiting for his work arrangement.

The prisoners on other floors also went to their respective team leaders one after another, accepting the boss's work arrangement, everything was so orderly.

"Those who are over fifty and those with weak legs go out."

Zhao Nanshan wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said to his inmates in the same building in front of him.

Datou, who was sitting opposite the dining table, seemed to be admiring the scenery outside the window, but in fact his mind was all on Zhao Nanshan. He wanted to see how this suspected undercover guru would treat the hard-working inmate.

Soon, four elderly people and two people with handicapped legs walked out from the opposite side.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Wang He, and I am 56 years old."

The first thin old man who signed up was also the old man who persuaded Zhao Nanshan not to provoke Lao Lang yesterday.

He looked at Zhao Nanshan with fear and surprise, but more of anticipation.

"You go to work in the garment factory on the second floor."

"Thank you, Captain."

Wang He was overjoyed, thanked him, turned and walked out of the cafeteria.

At this moment, two old men with similar looks quickly stood up and said:

"Leader, my name is Lin Dahai, I am 55 years old."

"Leader, my name is Lin Dalang, I am 54 years old."

"You also go to the garment factory on the second floor."

"Thank you, team leader, thank you, team leader..."

The old brothers Lin Dahai and Lin Dalang thanked each other ecstatically, then turned around and ran out of the cafeteria.

The other prisoners frowned one after another, looking at Zhao Nanshan with vague dissatisfaction.

"Leader, my name is Jin Fugui. I am 51 years old. I have been doing heavy work for a while, and I am almost exhausted. Can you give me a day off?"

The last old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks begged with a smile on his face, he seemed to have a lot of gossip.

Although Zhao Nanshan is a newcomer and doesn't know the rules of the prison, he also knows how to make his own decisions. Letting the people in the group rest will cause dissatisfaction among many people and break the rules of Xicang, even if the target is an old man.

Hearing Jin Fugui's request, he didn't even think about it: "Old man Jin, put away your fancy intestines and go to work in the garment factory, or go to the cement factory with others, and go to the prison guard if you want to rest, don't bother me .”

"Team leader, can't you be accommodating?"

Jin Fugui said with a bitter face.

Jin Fugui has worked hard in the society for decades, and he has developed a pair of piercing eyes. He can tell at a glance that Zhao Nanshan is a good person, full of compassion, and will not really deal with himself.

This is why he dared to ask for rest again and again.

Anyway, if it doesn't work, nothing will happen, and if it's done, you can rest for a day, wouldn't it be great!

"I'll give you ten seconds to run out of the cafeteria, or you'll go to work in a cement factory."

Zhao Nanshan stared at Old Man Jin and warned with a blank expression.

Old man Jin is a typical pushover. He is not satisfied with the number of jobs in the garment factory, but he still wants to do nothing. He is not a saint of sympathy!

If everyone wants to rest and not go to work, who will complete the work on the third floor?
Does he, the team leader, still do it?
"what!"

Old man Jin's heart tightened when he heard the words, he no longer cared about playing tricks, turned around and ran to the entrance of the cafeteria.

As a result, he lost his balance within two steps, as if he tripped over something, knocked his head on the corner of the table, and fell to the ground.

"Ah~~my head! Blood... so much blood, it hurts me to death!"

Old man Jin clutched his forehead and rolled all over the ground in pain, screaming louder and louder, like killing a pig.

Seeing this scene, the four prison guards guarding the kitchen immediately pulled out their electric batons and walked over viciously.

"what happened?"

"Say, who did it?"

"I'm dumb, if I don't talk anymore, I'll send you all into the small dark room."

A dark-skinned prison guard scolded with cold eyes.

The prison guards in Kokubun Prison are all fierce and vicious. They treat prisoners like enemies. When they see someone making trouble, they will be held accountable without saying a word, and they will not ask about the process at all.

"Sir, Jin Fugui knocked on the corner of the table because our team leader told him to run out of the cafeteria within ten seconds and go to work in the garment factory on the second floor, otherwise he would be sent to work in the cement factory. The little old man wanted to avoid going to the cement factory. , so I ran in a bit of a hurry, so I accidentally fell and hit the corner of the table."

A flower-armed prisoner with tattoos on both arms said solemnly.

On the surface, what he said was the truth, and he didn't deliberately target anyone.In fact, everyone knew very well that he was aiming at the new team leader, shifting the responsibility to Zhao Nanshan, and using the hands of the prison guards to teach him a lesson.

Anyone with a discerning eye will know...

(End of this chapter)