My years as a boss

Some people may misunderstand Jiang Yiyi because of the simple and unrealizable text files, and mistakenly think that he is a harmless neutral person, but as long as they see Jiang Yiyi with their own eyes, the misunderstanding will be corrected immediately.

The weak vegetarian will be afraid of the approach of the predator, but what will the predator be afraid of?

"Welcome to the second floor of Hanbang Prison." Jiang Yiyi and Lin Yi were greeted by a prison guard with a strong desire to perform. He looked very different from the prison guards on the first floor—this difference was embodied in his Appears overly amiable.

He looked at Jiang Yiyi carefully, and reached out his hand first: "Jiang Yiyi, right? What nickname do you think of?"

Jiang Yiyi stretched out his hand and shook him, but before he could respond, the other party continued on his own: "It's convenient to call him by a nickname."

Lin Yi was left on the sidelines, and no one paid attention to him.

"How is the doctor?" The prison guard led Jiang Yiyi to the examination room: "I have seen your file."

He pushed open the door of the examination room and smiled at Jiang Yiyi: "Very beautiful file."

Very nice profile?Jiang Yiyi recalled his character information, and felt that this file was not beautiful in any way—but the other party obviously thought so sincerely.

"Xiao Zhang, the newcomer has arrived." The prison guard patted the open door, reminding the prison guard who was asleep inside: "Routine inspection."

The prison guard who was sleeping on the table raised his head, glanced at the three people standing by the door, his eyes fell on Jiang Yiyi, and suddenly he woke up: "Yo, you're here?"

Xiao Zhang signaled Jiang Yiyi to stand in front of the inspection machine.

"It's rare, it's too rare." Xiao Zhang kept a restrained distance, and scanned Jiang Yiyi up and down with an instrument with a perspective imaging function: "Do you have a grudge against him?"

He gestured to Lin Yi who was left out in the cold.

Jiang Yiyi doesn't know what the process of checking whether the prisoner is carrying suspicious items in "Star Prison" is like, but he at least remembers what kind of checking process this npc encountered when he was imprisoned—anyway, it's not the technology in front of him. Human culture check.

From this point of view, the second floor is more humane than the first floor?

Jiang Yiyi didn't answer his question, and Xiao Zhang didn't care, and continued on his own: "No one has applied for special regulations for a long time, but it's surprising that the application can still be approved."

He said meaningfully: "I don't know if someone has too much energy, or you are too dangerous."

Jiang Yiyi looked at him with interest.

"Or both?"

Xiao Zhang ended the conversation, moved to the other side of the screen, flipped through the images, and concluded: "Butcher, there are no dangerous goods."

The prison guard known as the butcher nodded, not surprised by the result, and led Jiang Yiyi out.

"Before you came, you must have heard the rumors on the second floor."

Jiang Yiyi absently listened to the butcher's words, and his eyes paused on the empty corridor. Compared with the tight defense on the first floor, there were hardly a few guards on the second floor. On the contrary, there were many more prison guards.

Jiang Yiyi raised his head and glanced at the monitoring above—the monitoring was as usual, ubiquitous.

"Actually, the first floor is biased against the second floor." The butcher grinned and said, "Compared to the third floor, the second floor can be said to be much safer."

"Oh, by the way, it's lunch time now." After walking for a while towards the prison assigned to Jiang Yiyi, the butcher remembered the important point, turned his feet, and led them towards the cafeteria: "I know that the first floor is all in the prison cells. Dining alone."

"Of course that's safer, but isn't there a shortage of funds on the second floor? So we had to arrange a group meal." He glanced at Lin Yi, who had remained silent all along: "Of course, if the superior is willing to allocate some money, we can also change it." Each cell has its own meals."

Jiang Yiyi followed his gaze and glanced at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi didn't respond to his words, but the butcher turned his head and continued talking to Jiang Yiyi.

"Knowing that you are coming, I have also investigated you."

Jiang Yiyi continued: "What did the investigation reveal?"

"Beautiful." The butcher clapped his hands: "Nice file, beautiful style of work... and pretty long."

This is the second person to say that he looks good. Jiang Yiyi does not reject these compliments, but as a person who can see his own appearance in the mirror every day, Jiang Yiyi objectively feels that there is an aesthetic difference between them.

The butcher glanced at the noisy canteen, stopped not far from the entrance of the canteen, and finally turned to the topic: "However, since you are on the second floor, I hope you can abide by the rules on the second floor."

"Rules on the second floor?" Jiang Yiyi continued to save face.

"It is forbidden to kill, and it is forbidden to hurt prison guards." After the butcher finished speaking, he patted Jiang Yiyi's shoulder with his chubby hand: "The first floor pays attention to evidence, and everything must be reviewed by the upper level. The second floor is different."

"The second floor doesn't pay attention to these things." He stared at Jiang Yiyi closely, and put away his amiable smile: "If you dare to violate the rules, I will directly abolish you."

Jiang Yiyi couldn't hold back when he heard the words, and smiled.

He reached out to remove the butcher's hand on his shoulder, and said sincerely, "Don't worry, I like rules."

The butcher withdrew his hand and stared at Jiang Yiyi for a few seconds, a little uncertain about this guy - but it doesn't matter, they will soon know what this guy is.

The butcher glanced at the noisy cafeteria behind him, showed his amiable expression again, and led Jiang Yiyi towards the cafeteria.

"That's the best. If you give me convenience, I will also give you convenience. It's a win-win situation."

There were two rows of prison guards standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, guarding every exit of the cafeteria closely.

There are really a lot of prison guards on the second floor. Jiang Yiyi retracted his scrutiny, and became a little curious about the cafeteria used by the prisoners collectively—it must have its uniqueness for the butcher to use it as a special place for getting off his horse.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yiyi paused, feeling that his thoughts were a little dangerous, so he adjusted his mentality, trying to face everything that was coming with fear.

Kind of hard.

The emotion of fear seemed to have disappeared for a long time, so that when he remembered the word again, he couldn't find a suitable corresponding emotion.

The butcher signaled to the prison guard at the door, and the side door was opened a crack. Noisy, booing, and laughter came together, mixed with the smell of food, rendering an extremely eager sound of hell.

Jiang Yiyi tilted his head.

"You eat first, and I'll take you to the cell after eating." The butcher calmly led Jiang Yiyi into the cafeteria.

The cafeteria is very lively, some people are being beaten, some are beating others, some are whispering together, and some are eating like no one else is around.

Compared with the large number of prison guards outside the cafeteria, there are very few prison guards in the cafeteria.

The appearance of the butcher caused a small number of people to cast their gazes and focus on Jiang Yiyi. There were extremely bad things mixed in their sights, and the malice almost materialized and entwined around Jiang Yiyi.

This is in line with Jiang Yiyi's imagination of Star Prison.

Jiang Yiyi moved his fingers, but he didn't feel the familiar feeling of a hard object, so he remembered that in order to avoid trouble during the inspection, he handed over the prohibited items to Lin Yi for temporary storage.

Jiang Yiyi turned his head to look at Lin Yi who was blocked at the door, and regretfully came to the conclusion that he couldn't get those little guys back for the time being.

As the butcher passed through the dining table and gradually approached the dining window, the noisy cafeteria finally quieted down, and everyone's eyes focused on Jiang Yiyi behind the butcher.

"New here?" Someone shouted strangely in the silence: "Why is the sign white?"

brand?

Jiang Yiyi lowered his head and looked at the sign on his chest, which said the serial number: 2091.

The white cloth was not conspicuous, Jiang Yiyi turned his head and looked at the prisoners around him.

At first glance, it is colorful, but there is no white.

"It doesn't look like you've committed any serious crimes, why did you come to the second floor?" Noticing Jiang Yiyi's movement of looking around, someone said again: "Hurry up and come to brother, brother is covering you~"

"Come to my brother, my brother loves me~"

"Tsk, when will these dead gays stop? Hey, kid, look at you... have you ever fought?"

"Who is so cruel, sending the little guy to the second floor? Isn't this sending him to die?"

"Don't dare to say that, there are no dead people on the second floor."

Molesting voices emerged endlessly, but more people remained silent. After looking at Jiang Yiyi, who was out of place on the second floor, they turned their attention to the butcher.

It is a consistent custom on the second floor to give newcomers a blow.

But these prisoners are rarely brought by the butcher. As the actual manager of the second floor, the butcher is different from other prison guards—it is a reminder that he brought them to the cafeteria.

Give them a reminder.

After the butcher finished cooking, he handed the plate to Jiang Yiyi, amiable: "From now on, when cooking, you can just do what I did just now..." He paused, looked around the cafeteria, and said meaningfully: "Now, you You can go eat."

Jiang Yiyi held the dinner plate, glanced at the dishes, and landed on the chopsticks—most of the tableware with one layer of hair was made of plastic, which was extremely soft, and it was very difficult to dig a hole or hurt someone.

But wooden chopsticks are issued on the second floor.

Jiang Yiyi looked away, nodded towards the butcher, and looked around the canteen.

The cafeteria was full, some places were crowded and full of people, while some places were empty, with only one person sitting on the huge long table.

"Come and sit here."

"Here, here."

"They're all bad guys, little guy, I'm a good guy, come here."

They booed and waved at Jiang Yiyi.

Compared with crowded seats, Jiang Yiyi prefers a spacious environment.

There is no need to hesitate at all.

Jiang Yiyi randomly chose the empty long table closest to him, and walked towards it.

The noisy voice gradually disappeared following his definite path, until Jiang Yiyi put down the plate on the dining table, and the noisy voice burst out.

"brave man!"

"I admire you!"

"Crazy, don't beat him to death, the butcher will have to trouble you again."

"When did this madman feel sorry for him? It's a pity that a newcomer finally came."

The person at the other end of the long table who was eating with his head down stopped and looked up at the unexpected guest - Jiang Yiyi.

Jiang Yiyi was a little surprised.

Sword brows and star eyes, an appearance that can't be concealed by even an inch of hair—it seems to be another special NPC?

He has the nickname "Madman" floating around his head.

Jiang Yiyi paused for two seconds, and smiled friendlyly at the other party.

The madman stared at him.

His gaze is indescribable, neither fierce nor friendly—it's more of a feral look that fits the moniker madman.

The atmosphere fell into a stalemate under his scrutiny.

The noise never stopped.

"Madman! What are you thinking? Hurry up and do it!" A prisoner shouted along the crowded long table.

The lunatic's eyes rolled, and fierceness suddenly appeared in the chaotic and emotionless eyes.

Jiang Yiyi's heart skipped a beat, that ferocious aura was too fierce, it didn't look like a human gaze, but like a pure beast.

The lunatic stood up suddenly, his eyes fell on the prisoner who had just made a sound, and he rushed towards him with force under his feet.

When the lunatic was sitting, he couldn't show his physique, but when he stood up and charged forward, the muscles all over his body tensed for a moment, which showed the amazing strength contained in this body.

The crowded dining table instantly becomes spacious when the lunatic gets up.

The prisoners took refuge with their dinner plates.

Only the guy who was targeted by the lunatic faced the lunatic's heavy punch.

It's too bloody.

Jiang Yiyi shook his head, looked away, picked up the chopsticks, and lowered his head to eat.

The prison guard's voice sounded loudly: "Let go, madman, calm down."

The voices of other prisoners sounded: "Stop beating, madman, do you really want to kill him?"

In the confusion, Jiang Yiyi quickly finished eating - because of the dining environment, he had no appetite.

Jiang Yiyi got up and found that the brutal fight—or unilateral beating was still going on.

The crowd gathered a few meters away from the lunatic, not daring to approach, let alone step forward.

Although the prisoner had been beaten to the point of unconsciousness, the lunatic didn't intend to stop at all. He pressed the prisoner firmly, once and again, repeatedly, as if there was a blood feud between them, frantically beating the body that had no resistance.

The blood spread on the ground, extending to Jiang Yiyi's feet.

Jiang Yiyi moved his fingers slightly, and the chopsticks were spinning in his hands.

A line of sight fell on him. The butcher stood outside the crowd, watching him calmly—as if the prisoner who was beaten to death at the scene had nothing to do with him. This calmness was incompatible with his identity.

Their eyes met, and the butcher gestured in the direction of the lunatic.

Is this asking me to stop him?

That guy looks horrible.

Jiang Yiyi thought for a few seconds, and his gaze paused on the lunatic who didn't intend to stop at all—if he continued to hit, the opponent would really be killed.

He took a step.