Prison, fitness area—

It was not until the show "pleading for the people" that the prisoners retreated, George and others stepped forward and gave Song Zhichao a thumbs up and praised him: "Mr. Song is indeed well-known!"

"Mr. Song's actions are admirable!"

“Integrity, kindness, responsibility!”

"So wise!"

Song Zhichao was not floating in these praises, but just smiled faintly and said, "Excessive award!"

During this period, Li Jiaxin was very happy to see Song Zhichao being praised by everyone, and she even felt honored.

But she was worried about something and couldn't figure it out - not to mention anything else, just the suggestion of adding an egg every day, why did Song Zhichao refuse?

So, after a gap, Li Jiaxin pulled Song Zhichao's arm and whispered to him why he refused to add an egg to the prisoner every day, and said what a good publicity opportunity this was, just an egg could "win people's hearts."

Song Zhichao scratched his eyebrows with his tail finger and explained to Li Jiaxin why he didn't meet this "very reasonable" requirement.

First of all, don’t underestimate an egg every day - there are thousands of prisoners in prison, and one egg is thousands of eggs per person. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, it’s 365,000 to more than 360,000 eggs. An egg is calculated at 0.5 Hong Kong dollars (most of the supply of eggs and vegetables in Hong Kong comes from the mainland, and with freight and other factors, the price of vegetables is generally more expensive). The extra expenditure in prison for a year is HK$200,000.

For prison parties like George, of course, they would not pay the money. Therefore, it depends on whether Song Zhichao, the "juvenile of the peace", is willing to be a "subordinate", and spend 200,000 Hong Kong dollars every year to improve the physical fitness of prison prisoners. Well, it is mainly to allow them to take enough protein and nutrients.

Song Zhichao is not stupid. He, a judginger of balance, was just a gesture of conducting inspections. It would be a bit difficult for him to take out money like those fools who are seeking fame in the Film Association.

What's more, the Film Association gave out 1 million at one time. If Song Zhichao agreed to this request, he must "persist" - he donated 200,000 yuan to Stanley Prison every year, which is 2 million in 10 years, 4 million in 20 years, and 6 million in 30 years...

It can be said that this is an endless bottomless pit.

What's more, if the price of eggs increases and changes from five cents to one yuan, he will have to donate more money.

The most important thing is that if the egg money is donated once, it must be available every year - otherwise, once you stop, you will be accused of being "hypocritical", "doing good deeds to the end", "donating half of the eggs", I guess what the media reporters will say at that time - Song Zhichao will definitely be criticized by them.

Who would have thought that just such a small egg was actually an invisible trap.

Therefore, Song Zhichao, who has always been cautious and subtle, did not foolishly agree to the prisoner's request on the spot, but instead found a good reason to refuse.

After hearing Song Zhichao's explanation, Li Jiaxin was stunned.

Her little brain never expected that the original "small request" would actually hide such a profound "big truth".

To be precise, it is a "big trap".

Li Jiaxin recalled the other requests that Song Zhichao had rejected before. Coincidentally, there were some traps hidden.

For example, it is required to improve the design of prison uniforms.

This is not something a Justice of Peace can decide.

The prison uniforms worn by all prisoners in Hong Kong are almost the same style - brown shirt + shorts (trousers) + rubber slippers.

Why do you need this?

This is all achieved through years of practice.

Brown clothes are "sloppy colors". No matter how dirty they are, they are not easy to see. In addition, the brown contrasts with the surrounding colors, so prisoners can quickly lock in their targets after escape.

Glue slippers can cause prisoners to move slowly and be less aggressive, making it easier for prisoners to take care of.

If Song Zhichao really accepted this suggestion and changed the prisoner's clothing, it would be like a big taboo and cause a big mess.

Thinking about the level of terror.

Li Jiaxin even shuddered.

If she hadn't thought about it carefully, if she had been with her, she would have jumped into it countless times in the face of so many traps.

...

After accepting the opinions from the prisoner's representative, the collective fucking of the prisoners outside was not over yet.

Therefore, according to the arrangement of the warden George, while the prisoners were doing exercises outside, they took Song Zhichao and others to inspect the hygiene of the prison cells - and this was also Song Zhichao's last job in inspecting Stanley Prison.

...

"In fact, we have high requirements for prison hygiene - cockroaches and bedbugs are not allowed! Banned supplies are not allowed! No stains are allowed on the walls and the ground! Every prisoner must take a bath once a day, get hair done once a week, and check his personal hygiene every day... Long nails, long hair, and clothes buttons are not buttoned properly, and he will be scored once every tenth!" The warden George said to Song Zhichao very seriously.

Accompanied by George and others, Song Zhichao entered a "model cell".

The cell is not large, only eight or nine square meters, and two high and low beds can sleep four people. The small space is separated by a bathroom - in fact, the bathroom is only isolated from a urinal, which only accommodates one person to squat down.

The walls are snow-white and nothing is posted.

The mattress was neatly tidy and the quilt was folded into tofu pieces.

At the top of the middle passage of the two beds, a small table is placed with some of the prisoners' personal supplies, including toothbrushes, towels, etc., which are also placed in order. Each toothbow is labeled with a prisoner's number written on it - each prisoner here has no name, only a number.

Song Zhichao looked around with his hands behind his back and nodded, as if he was very satisfied with the hygiene here.

George smiled, reached out to make an invitation posture, and asked Song Zhichao to go out - after all, the place here is too small, and it would be very uncomfortable to squeeze in so many people.

In fact, George has received many inspections of the Justice of the Peace - almost every one of them is to do things, go through the motions, and then invites the media to visit after the inspection.

Therefore, George thought Song Zhichao was the same, but he was a little "pretending" than other Justice of the Peace. He actually dared to stay in prison last night, not afraid of something.

"Dear Mr. Song, the basic situation in our prison cell is like this - uh, the others are similar. To put it in a Chinese idiom, "One leaf tells the autumn", so do you still want to look at other rooms?" George originally just asked casually. In his opinion, Song Zhichao would never do anything, and went to other rooms to take a look - this was a waste of time.

But--

"It's good to go to other rooms to have a look." Song Zhichao said.

George: "…"

He was stunned for a moment and smiled, "Then please, there are many cells inside - you can check it carefully."

...

Under the leadership of George, Zhou Bingnan and others, Song Zhichao walked towards other cells.

The other cells were similar to the one that Song Zhichao just checked, all of them were empty and the inside was very hygienic and clean.

Song Zhichao made a few moves, but he couldn't find any fault.

This made George and others very proud, thinking that Song Zhichao's actions were simply "a waste of time".

But soon, Song Zhichao's eyes locked in a room - and there seemed to be a prisoner waiting for that room.
Chapter completed!