"He's living a good life!" Seeing that the death row prisoner seemed to have resentment towards the underground warden, Zhou Sen quickly fanned the flames. After all, he couldn't stand the 2,580,000 yuan that the underground warden paid.
"Traitor, your death has come!" The prisoner on death row showed his white teeth, like a man-eating beast.
Zhou Sen smiled and said nothing. This guy seemed to have forgotten that he was already a prisoner.
"Why are you laughing?" The death row prisoner looked at Zhou Sen coldly.
"No, I just like to laugh. A smile will save you ten years!" Zhou Sen adheres to the principle of not conflicting with death row prisoners.
"Let's make a deal!"
"I don't have the ability to kill the underground warden. Even if I could kill him, I wouldn't be able to enjoy the benefits you give me." Zhou Sen chuckled.
"I'm not asking you to kill him, just help me bring a message out." The death row prisoner shook his head.
"What's in it for me?" Zhou Sen was immediately interested. This was a business without capital, and he was sure to make a profit without losing any money.
"What benefits do you want?" The death row prisoner stared at Zhou Sen with a pair of ferocious eyes.
"What benefits can you give me?" Zhou Sen didn't know the depth of the other party, so he could only test it a little bit, so as not to agree too early and suffer a loss and regret.
"Money, beauty, power, it's all OK!"
"Is it okay if I want to be the emperor?" Zhou Sen joked.
"Can."
"Really?" Zhou Sen thought he heard wrongly, but the other party's serious expression didn't look like he was joking.
"Yes!" the death row prisoner replied decisively.
"This...are you not in a hurry?"
"No rush. However, you'd better make a decision quickly, otherwise I will find another person to cooperate with."
"Okay, I'll give you an answer tomorrow."
"It's a deal. Tomorrow!"
The death row prisoner stood up, dragged the heavy shackles and handcuffs back to his original position step by step, sat down, and then curled up into a ball, his ugly face completely covered by his disheveled hair.
"Boss." As soon as the death row prisoner left, the stupid man crowded over in a hurry.
"Um?"
"Look, my hand!" The stupid man stretched out his left hand with a sad face, but the exaggerated action was suspected of asking for credit.
"Damn Wang Zhong." Zhou Sen cursed.
Zhou Sen had known for a long time that Wang Zhong had maimed one of his hands, but he was still furious when he saw it with his own eyes. He wished he could revive Wang Zhong and then cut him into pieces to relieve his hatred.
Only half of the five fingers on the stupid big man's left hand are left, and the nails are completely gone, leaving only a bare half.
You can tell how cruel Wang Zhong is from the stupid guy's fingers, because the stupid guy can heal wounds nine times faster than ordinary people. In other words, it is not easy to cause such damage to the stupid guy.
It must not simply destroy the silly big guy's fingers.
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As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart, so you can imagine the hardship suffered by such a stupid person.
"Boss, do you think these injuries can be considered work-related injuries?"
As soon as the stupid man opened his mouth, Zhou Sen felt that this guy was not worthy of sympathy at all.
"Boss, you have to be considerate of your subordinates!" The silly man's eyes lit up, as if he saw the shining gold coins.
"Ten thousand or fifty thousand on one finger!" Zhou Sen didn't want to argue with the stupid big man. It's all about money. He had plenty of money.
"Wow... One finger is worth ten thousand, five fingers is worth fifty thousand... Fingers are so valuable... Damn Wang Zhong, why did you keep five of them!"
"..."
Zhou Sen was speechless for a long time.
Zhou Sen suspected that if the stupid man knew that one finger could be exchanged for 10,000 imperial coins, he would probably break the remaining five fingers secretly.
Stupid big guy.
It seems that he is really stupid!
Suddenly, Zhou Sen felt the pressure. With a subordinate like this stupid guy, anyone would be under pressure.
It’s hard to lead a team!
At noon, I went out to bask in the sun again.
Some prisoners said that recently, a large-scale skin disease broke out among prisoners in Mogan Prison, and it is contagious to a certain extent. Therefore, the prison will frequently organize prisoners to sunbathe and sterilize outside the desert in recent times.
According to the usual practice, people in each warehouse occupy a chassis, and the water in the well does not interfere with the river.
Just when Zhou Sen was sitting down, Shi Hu came over, but was stopped by the fierce and stupid man.
If it were an old villain who stopped Shi Hu, he would definitely be ridiculed by Shi Hu, but in front of the stupid big man, Shi Hu didn't even dare to fart. After all, he single-handedly killed the poisonous crocodile six consecutively in the ring.
The invincible existence of his subordinates.
For the first time, Zhou Sen felt that being silly and big still had an effect.
Zhou Sen looked at the two people from a distance, and they seemed to be negotiating something.
wrong!
Zhou Sen heard the silly big guy talking about five hundred and three hundred, as if he was bargaining.
It’s not really about charging money, is it?
Subconsciously, Zhou Sen thought of the ancient gatekeepers.
This kind of people were often called "barriers" and "doormen" in ancient times. If you want to enter other people's homes, you must pass through their checkpoints. Their rules are actually very simple. You only need to pay money to pass, otherwise it doesn't matter who you are.
No one is allowed to cross this threshold, so their requirements for judging people are very "strict".
If you give less money, they will be impatient and think that you are too poor to go inside and talk to the owner. If you don't continue to give, they will reach out and ask you for it. "Thumbs and drums to complain" in history
It's because of these "censors" and "disciples" that the trouble occurred.
In the ancient earth era, when Bao Zheng of China went to Kaifeng Mansion to serve as governor, many poor people had nowhere to redress their grievances because they could not afford the concierge's reporting fee. Bao Zheng once scolded his servants, but the effect was not obvious, so he
I thought of a way. Place a drum at the door, and there is no need for the disciples to report it. Those who have aggrieved can get their grievances redressed by just beating the drum. This system breaks the previous vulgar habits and provides a new channel for the common people to appeal...
…
While Zhou Sen was thinking about it, he saw Shi Hu take out a pack of cigarettes and stuff it into the stupid guy's hand, and the stupid guy let him go with satisfaction.
It’s a real case of accepting bribes!
At the same time, Zhou Sen discovered that the old villain on the side was happily watching the stupid man extorting money. It was obvious that the two were working together.
"Boss." Shi Hu sat down next to Zhou Sen.
"Breaking money?"
"It should be, it should be, brothers have worked hard too." Shi Hu didn't seem to care about being blackmailed by the stupid guy.
"Is something wrong?"
"Boss, take me with you. I have found a big target." Shi Hu lowered his voice.
"What big goal?"
"The Melaka Empire has a batch of cultural relics on tour in the five major star regions, and they are secured by Bond Security Company. It just so happens that I have a friend who is a middle-level manager at Bond Security Company..."
"We'll discuss this after we get out. There are a lot of people talking here." Zhou Sen glanced around casually.
"Yes, boss. Can you take me with you?" Shi Hu looked at Zhou Sen hopefully.
"You are my good brother!" Zhou Sen patted Shi Hu on the shoulder.
"Good brother...Thank you, boss, boss. I really admire you. If others didn't tell me, I would never have thought you were such a person." Shi Hu looked at Zhou Sen with respect.
Zhou Sen received another stream of pure warmth.
"What kind of person am I?" Zhou Sen couldn't help but ask.