The one-eyed fox, who could no longer walk, sat blankly on the street. He hated everything, but could not say anything. A car passed by. The car did not go away, but stopped on the street.

, the man in the car was smoking, and the car was also a good and expensive car.

The one-eyed fox couldn't hold on any longer. After staying in such a cold night for more than an hour, the car still hadn't left. At first, the one-eyed fox thought that the rich man was waiting for someone. In the eyes of the one-eyed fox, such a rich man usually

It was cold-blooded, but then the one-eyed fox realized that the man who smiled in the reflection of the rearview mirror from time to time seemed to be waiting for him.

Finally, the one-eyed fox leaned over and asked, "Sir, can you help me?"

Weiss felt a little surprised as he listened to the one-eyed fox recounting the past.

"What kind of person is he?"

Weiss couldn't help but asked in confusion. At this time, several members of Section 11 who were standing at the door to get things also walked in with interest.

"I only know that his name is Wise Man. He is an ordinary middle-aged man who looks very rich. But what surprised me the most is that he actually agreed to help me. From then on, as you all know, Wise Man

Help me successfully get everything from my past enemy."

"Then you are really lucky, haha."

Several officers put down their food and drinks and left. Here, the officers would listen to the prisoners' stories about the past, often as a refreshment after dinner.

"Not good luck!"

The one-eyed fox laughed, and Weiss looked at the things on the table.

"Eat."

"Thank you, Boss One-Eyed Fox."

The one-eyed fox smiled and took the wine from Weiss' hand, and took a sip.

"Sincerely asking others for help is equivalent to admitting that you are weak, but people are very strange things. You obviously want others to help you, but you naturally choose to protect yourself. What are you protecting?

?You feel."

"It's self-esteem."

Weiss awkwardly held the food in his hand. The one-eyed fox motioned for him to continue eating, and Weiss began to eat.

"Admitting that you are weak, admitting that you are poor, admitting that you are incompetent is a fact that most people find difficult to accept, but no matter how you hide, how you escape, how you conceal, in the eyes of the strong, you will have no escape

shape."

Wes seemed to understand why he was saved. Wes was imprisoned for a serious crime of violent assault. Before going to prison, Wes was just a waiter in a restaurant. The boss was a grumpy man who would always treat Wes.

They were punched, kicked and verbally insulted.

One day, Wes couldn't stand it any longer. He took a knife from the kitchen and chased his boss to give him a severe lesson. As a result, his boss was severely disabled and he was imprisoned.

This sentence was fairly fair for Wes, because considering the boss's long-term violence and the fact that he did not regard Wes as a human being, Wes was given a reasonable penalty for the crimes he committed.

Weiss was alone, with no relatives, and all the money in his hand had been paid to the boss for medical expenses. Weiss, who didn't have a penny, heard the thief say at noon that everything in the prison, Weiss...

A poor and weak person who does not fight with others on weekdays can quickly become food for others after entering.

At this time, Weiss felt the warmth in his stomach and the delicious food in his mouth. He looked at the one-eyed fox with tears in his eyes and kept saying thank you.

Weiss also understood that it was his similar experience with the one-eyed fox that saved him. When Weiss saw the one-eyed fox eating canned meat and drinking alcohol, he thought, this should be a privileged prisoner in the prison, and still needs to work and be punished.

But he has much more freedom than other prisoners in prison.

Although Weiss had thought before, as long as he was judged as a non-hazardous prisoner, Weiss could be assigned to the dormitory in Section 12, work with those veterans who had been punished on the farm for less than a year, and still earn some money.

, but after seeing the one-eyed fox and the attitude of the members of Section 11, Weiss gave up such an idea.

This was the first time that Wes asked for help. Unexpectedly, he was saved by asking for help for the first time in his life. In these five years, he only had to live in a four-person room and enjoy some better meals every day.

The one-eyed fox smiled and drank the wine in the bottle in one gulp, then looked at the ceiling contentedly. He was very relaxed at this moment, which was completely different from the days when he was detained in the Public Security Bureau.

"Boss One-Eyed Fox, how long have you been sentenced to?"

The one-eyed fox laughed.

"10 years, 1 million."

The sun's rays can no longer pass through the high walls of the prison. Most of the newly admitted prisoners today are on the No. 1 wind farm. Many of them are shivering in the cold wind. Many prisoners are talking and laughing around, watching these.

New prisoners entering prison.

Song Man smiled and led a group of jailers to stand in front of more than 300 prisoners who were newly imprisoned today.

"From today on, you will start living here. Please remember, don't cause trouble and follow the arrangements. If anyone causes trouble, I will let him know... exactly where the prison is."

At this time, someone whistled on the sidelines. As soon as Song Man looked over, several prisoners who were still laughing stopped smiling and stood up straight tremblingly.

Song Man walked over step by step. Although he was smiling, all the prisoners felt fear.

"I was talking just now, what were you doing?"

The moment a prisoner just raised his head, Song Man pulled his head and hit it hard on his raised knee. The prisoner whimpered in pain and fell to the ground, covering his face.

Song Man glanced at the prisoners who were whistling just now.

"Do you like to blow? You all stand against the wall for me. Without my order, you don't have to go back to the dormitory."

Several prisoners ran over obediently and stood in a row facing the wall. Song Man glanced back at the prisoners who looked frightened. She walked over with a smile and continued.

"Remember, you are prisoners! Please keep this in mind and think carefully about why you are standing here and take them to the cell."

Song Man looked at the prisoners passing by him with their heads lowered one by one, and scanned the surrounding prisoners with a solemn expression.

Song Man, who has experienced prison problems several times, knows very well that this is not a place for reform, but a place to detain criminals. Apart from that, there is no need to think about anything else, it is normal.

After Quasimodo's riot ended this morning, Song Man returned to the prison, which needs to be watched from time to time.

"The income is good today."

At this time, a female director came over and opened a light and shadow screen with a smile. Song Man took a look at the amount. There were 23 prisoners who were not here. They were all privileged prisoners, with a total income of 8.96 million.

Most of the money given to the prison by these prisoners is money from improper sources and is black gold. If Section 5 and Section 7 jointly investigate this money, it will take a lot of manpower and material resources, but it can be easily collected in the prison.

Black gold is in the pocket.

This part of the money has been secretly transferred to Angus Construction, but Song Man was a little unhappy. He glanced at the prisoners shivering with cold beside the wall.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You can go back. If there is another time, don't blame me for being rude."

The prisoners were grateful and walked away under the escort of some officers. At this time, the light of the sun was about to go out. Song Man and the female director next to him planned to return to the office to eat and then process the prisoners' documents.

The problem of black money has been a major problem that has plagued the city for many years. In the decades since the city was first established and when it began to gradually gain order, countless amounts of black money were flowing quietly.

The city's currency issuance is also based on the specific population. Every additional person is issued according to the 50-year standard. One person is issued according to the lowest urban average salary income of 6,000 yuan per year. One issue is issued every year.

Statistics, excess currency is destroyed, and insufficient currency is reissued.

If someone unfortunately dies young or dies within 50 years, the amount will be reduced by the amount based on how long the person was alive.

It also needs to be considered based on many factors such as price, market economy, taxation, etc., before finally deciding the amount of currency issuance for the next year.

Calculated based on the current population of Brilliant City, the annual flow of money in the city is more than 100 billion. However, in the past few decades of accumulation, a large amount of black gold has appeared. This black gold is hidden deep and it is extremely difficult to dig it out.

.

Song Man was not in a good mood. When he first took over the prison, he felt that he would be nicer to the prisoners. After they got out, they might be more peaceful and live a good life. But over the years, Song Man always saw familiar faces. Once

A repeat offender in jail again.

In addition, prisoners will cause troubles from time to time. Especially after the urban riots last year, many situations occurred in the prison. These matters can only be handled within the prison itself.

The interior of the prison has long been unconsciously stratified. The boring prison positions in the past have now become popular. Most people who apply for the business department will definitely choose the 11th department, but now the people in the 11th department have already

enough.

There were reports of some problems in the prison before in the city, but they soon calmed down because the prison needs money to operate. The prisoner labor money paid by Section 12 is simply not enough to maintain the normal operation of the prison. Now the prison has been replaced.

Most of the old facilities are thanks to the black gold, so the prisoners in the prison can have a better environment.

Unit 11 is currently the only unit that can be self-sufficient without tax funding from Congress, largely due to the stratification of prisoner treatment that began under Latis.

At the beginning, everyone was a little opposed and rejected. The tax on each prisoner was only 100 yuan a month. The salary of prison administrators was also relatively poor, and the nature of the work was boring.

Along the way, the officers greeted and saluted Song Man with smiles on their faces, and most of them began to treat prisoners better, at least better than before.

As long as the Angus family survives this crisis and the city construction is completed, a new, more modern prison will begin to be built.

When I returned to the office, dinner had been prepared, and the female director next to me was still talking about the list of people who could not pay for the time being and who needed to be moved to ordinary cells.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about it after dinner."

As Song Man spoke, the female director next to her shut up and hugged Song Man awkwardly.

"What's wrong with you? Did you have a fight with your husband?"

Song Man smiled helplessly and shook her head.

"Sisi, I always feel that it's not good if this goes on. The prison will gradually lose its ability..."

"Why are we thinking so much? We are exhausted after reaching this point. Prison is this kind of place. After all, many people have no hope before entering prison."

Song Man hummed and lay down on the table tiredly. She was not physically tired, but she was already exhausted mentally.

"Everyone is selectively ignoring this place!"
To be continued...