When Luo Dabanzi walked to the door of Goudongzi with the key chain, he turned back to the fat "Ziban" and said: "Don't talk to anyone! Don't tease anyone! Stinky shit,
Stinks to him!!"
"...Okay, Director Luo, don't worry, no one will touch him!" The fat man nodded and bowed.
"Bang!"
Luo Dabanzi ignored him, closed the door of Goudongzi, and walked out directly.
When Luo Dabanzi went out, except for a middle-aged man in his thirties who was sitting next to the toilet, he didn't look at me. The other thirty people all looked at me, and some of them had evil intentions in their eyes.
Mom was gloating about my misfortune...and obviously wanted to beat me up.
"Don't pay attention to him. We're all sitting down. We get off work in an hour and a half!" The fat office worker, sitting at the back, yelled in a low voice.
Hu la la, and then a group of people formed three rows and sat cross-legged on the shop floor. From here, you can see the obvious difference.
Those with status tend to sit further back, and the higher the status, the higher the stack of homemade cotton cushions under their buttocks.
Those who have no status sit in the first row. This first row is also very particular. It is called "Ma Tianmen". You must sit in place without moving, without hunching your back, without squinting, and with your eyes staring straight ahead.
If you don't tell me, someone who is "on duty" will come over and kick you in the back suddenly!!
I'm fucking looking at these bastards... I'm a little speechless, because I have to sit like this stupidly tomorrow, and I heard that besides sitting like this for eight hours a day, there is basically nothing to do, so what?
, accept the party’s ideological transformation and repent well...
If you have any case in your stomach, don’t hold it in. Don’t worry if it’s your own case or someone else’s. Hurry up and confess it to the prison guard...
Don't tell me, I once heard about a person who entered the detention center and no one talked to him for more than a month. It happened that this person was a bit talkative. After he couldn't hold it in, he suddenly remembered that he
I had a robbery many years ago, and then I yelled "report it to the government" and then told the guard to put the case away... In the end, the guard was very happy and gave him two extra steamed buns during dinner...
But he was sentenced to seven more years...
Can I fucking say that he is a stupid b??? Cough...please don’t insult the stupid b!! I can only say that he is crazy!! He is crazy!!
In this way, I endured extremely painful torture and was hung up all afternoon. When the big board was finally lowered for me from the prison pole, my palms turned purple, numb and I couldn't feel anything!!!
In the evening, half past four!!
This is the happiest time for these gangsters, because at this time the meal is served and there is no need to sit down, and the prisoners who have been "hungry" for the whole day can finally eat "delicious food"...
Let me explain why they are still hungry even though they don’t engage in physical labor. This is actually quite simple. Just look at what they eat and you will understand.
I gave these foods a fancy name, it's a bit long...don't mind.
“Super nutritious fast food pig food!!!”
That’s right, it’s pig food!!!
When an old man wearing an invisible chef's hat appeared outside the cave where food was delivered, the prisoners cheered! Jumped for joy!
They lined up in a very orderly manner, and then specially arranged a person to wait next to the food hole and handed the plastic basin out. This person also had a job title, called jb, which means "server trough".
"You squat at the back!! Wait!" The fat office worker pointed at me, and then arranged a seat at the back for me, and next to me was the middle-aged man who didn't like to talk much.
Most of the prisoners squatted on the ground, and only those on duty and a few stewards had mats.
The dining table is also quite special...it is a long cloth strip...the material of this long cloth strip is also very particular, I observed carefully and found out!!!
This homemade long cloth strip is actually the same brand as Wang Mumu’s pants!! The part that protects the penis and the bulge are exactly the same!! Pirated ck pants!! Are there any!!
The dining table is made up of his mother's underpants...!!! Do you want me to eat while watching my mother's underpants?? I want to die...
The most disgusting thing is not this, the most unbearable thing is that when the dishes were put on the table, I looked at them for a long time and still didn’t understand!! This is a magical dish!!
In the pot, there are two leaves floating on the boiled water! Please forgive my ignorance, I really don’t know what the hell these two leaves are!! Because there is still mud on the leaves...
.....
Well, at least this stuff is drinkable.
Let’s take a look at the staple food again, a black steamed bun!! I picked up this steamed bun and tried it!! Suddenly I felt a sense of familiarity!! I feel like I have used this thing before in a fight!!
A classic scene appeared!!
I took this steamed bun and slapped it hard on the wall!!
"clang!!"
Be sure to listen carefully!! The sound it makes is a "dang"!!
All the prisoners looked at me, including the middle-aged man next to me. I ignored them and directly touched the wall where the buns had been hit!!
If I tell half a f*cking lie, I’m not a human being!!
When my hand touched the cement wall, there was a loud crash and a burst of wall covering fell off!!!
The wall! The cement wall actually lost!! I was stunned, and something suddenly came to my mind!!
Brick!! That’s right, it’s a brick! Feel! Weight, lethality! Exactly the same!
"Stop fucking testing! I've already tested it. This steamed bun can compete with a cement wall! At a certain time, the hardness is about the same!" A prisoner next to him was stunned for a moment, and then he slowly moved a piece of steamed bun.
The steamed buns were thrown into a basin of boiled water to soak the leaves...
"What are you doing??" I glanced at him suspiciously.
"I run a brick factory...!" The man didn't eat, but stared blankly into the basin. He saw the steamed buns thrown into the basin, and then there was a burst of bubbles...
"Then why did you come in?"
"The fake bricks were sold to the city bureau to build a house. Before they were built, they collapsed... I came in!!" the man continued to answer.
"**....!" I was speechless. Brickman can still fake it.
"Hey, fuck, I wish I had come in earlier!" the man sighed.
"Why?" I continued to ask.
"If I had come in earlier!! With an annual salary of one million, I would have hired this steamed bun maker to be a technical instructor in our factory!! The steamed buns he made could have been built over the Three Gorges!
!”
"......"I'm speechless.
"Peng!!"
"Who the hell told you to talk!! Shut up!!" Zuoban walked over and kicked the man on the back.
The man raised his head and glanced at the classmate. He didn't speak or resist. He was very numb and expressionless.