The day after our relationship started, Monday morning, I, a young man who was a bit bored and had contracted the bad habit of pretending to be with Wang Mumu, felt very happy...
I saw the guard who was responsible for the accounting, holding a lot of bills in his hand, walking in the prison corridor, scratching his neck and shouting, don't mention how excited he was.
"307, Meng Fei!! Supervise the currency, RMB 50,000!!"
"307, Meng Fei!! Supervise the currency, RMB 30,000!!"
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"306, Wang Mu!! Prison currency, RMB 50,000!!"
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"305, Li Feng!! Supervisory currency, RMB 50,000!!"
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"401, Nayu!!..."
"403, Tang Biao!!..."
After checking in and being disciplined, he first came to Ji Changzi's cell. After Ji Changzi finished signing, he came to the outside of my cell.
"Haha, little brother, there are "bullets"! You really have energy, this relationship is awesome!!" The new guard in our cell smiled and patted me, indicating that I could go and sign.
"What a joke...!" I boasted and walked to the prison fence.
The supervisor looked at me with an ambiguous look, then found my receipt and handed it to me.
I looked at the note. Depositor: Zhang Xu 50,000, depositor: Wang Wei 10,000, depositor: Zhang Yongkang (Dakang) 10,000, depositor: Li Qingzhong 10,000, depositor Hong Xin 30,000...
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Brother Xu should have given it to five of us. Each of us saved 50,000 yuan. The rest was saved by my outside friends, Dakang, Qingzhong, and even Jue Wei in Beijing and Leilei in Guangzhou.
Brother Xu saved 10,000 yuan for each of them. Of course, the money must be owed first...
To use Sir Wei's pretentious words, that is (pay attention to the cadence when reading): "Ten thousand yuan, go to the bank to transfer the second payment, it will be too much of a loss, and you can't afford to lose that person!"
Wang Mumu and I are undoubtedly much luckier than those uncared-for prisoners, because I have a good big brother and a group of life-and-death brothers...
These beasts may have finished saving money for us. In the next two months, food will be a problem. They have sacrificed their lives to get this little money...
This is a brother, who is qualitatively different from those fair-weather friends. They don't even consider how many years I will be sentenced. They just want me to suffer less in it. Then they just eat instant noodles every day, and it doesn't matter.
There is also money saved by my parents, but it is relatively small... I have saved three thousand, but this is also their monthly living expenses... I feel uncomfortable looking at the money. I don’t want to sign and pay it back, because this is
There is no such thing as a return.
Poor parents in the world...My parents must have thought that I wouldn't even be able to eat in there.
When I looked at the receipt, I felt distressed and my eyes were wet. When I signed the last one, I was stunned for half a minute. If the supervisor hadn’t reminded me, I would have
Still looking at the ticket blankly...
That's right!! The depositor's position on this note says: Wang Yunyao, RMB 20,000!!
I bit my lip, and I didn’t know what it was like mentally. I signed quickly, then looked up at the guard at the bottom of the account and said, “Guard, I’ll sign this time, but next time she deposits it, don’t take it anymore.
..!”
"Haha, you just have enough to hold on. Are you stupid? You don't want money when someone gives you money!" The guard was surprised.
"...Just don't accept it!" I said again.
"Little brat! I'll bring it up to you later...just calm down!!" The guard winked at me.
I immediately understood what he meant. In the detention center, until the court verdict comes down, other relatives and friends except lawyers are not allowed to visit. However, there are exceptions for everything. You must have connections, and the case you committed must not be punished by society.
If you pay a lot of attention to her, you can still meet her.
The guard said that he asked me to go out for a walk. His intention was very clear. Wang Yunyao must have spent money and wanted to see me...
"I won't go, thank you!" My mind was very confused at this time, and my refusal was a bit stiff.
The guard looked at me again, and then asked again in a low voice: "No?"
"No!!" I nodded firmly and said.
"Well, she gave this to you!" The warden took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, pressed it into my hand covertly, then snatched the note from my hand and turned around to leave.
Holding the note in my hand, I walked back to the desk and sat down. My mind was confused. I had tried hard to stop thinking about Yaoyao, but why did she always appear in my life suddenly?
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It was so damn annoying that I resisted the urge to open the note several times. I didn’t dare to read it, and I didn’t want to. I knew very well what kind of person I was.
The indecisive ** has Fucking Syndrome. I was afraid that if I saw the note, I would be hesitant again, so out of sight and out of mind, I simply didn’t read it and just put it in my pocket.
Forgot...just forget it...my current wife is Hong Xin!!
In fact, what happened today is quite ironic... Why do you say that?
Because when I was outside, I was a bastard, poor and white, a typical JB hairy young man, who often appeared as a pretty boy, tricked Hong Xin into spending money, and even took over Hong Xin's car every day. Wang Mumu said that I had stopped being shameless.
Reached the realm of four-layered faces!!!
But once he entered the detention center, his net worth suddenly increased sharply, and the money in his meal card actually exceeded 150,000...
**** God! Are you going to play tricks with me again? Is the detention center really my final destination? Is it possible that if I have money, I have to buy 10,000 bottles of Lao Ganma chili oil in the detention center?
What? Don’t you know that eating chili oil will make your butthole spicy when you poop?
"Brother, with your money, you can go to the special high-level prison upstairs...!" Just when I suddenly felt resentful for some reason, the new employee was sitting on the mat and bumped me with my shoulder.
My shoulder said.
"What does special high-level supervision mean?" I asked in confusion.
"This question is very sharp... Let me give you a simple answer! In China, there are always some privileged classes, such as Li Gang's son, or the beloved son of a certain singer..." This is obviously a fucking joke.
tuberculosis.
"Can we get to the point? Brother!!" This is also called a simple answer! I guess if I didn't interrupt him, he would be inked until dark...
"Oh, okay then, there is a TV, you can watch it 24 hours a day, there is also a DVD player, four people per cell, they sleep on beds, you can order whatever you want, there is a dedicated chef to cook, there are no seating arrangements, there are bunks
There is no time limit! Anyway, apart from not being able to have sex and restricting freedom, everything else is no different from the outside world!!" The new class member talked eloquently.
"How much is it?" I asked excitedly.
"15,000 a month!!" the new classmate JB said in a deep voice.
"...Fuck! Forget it!" I did some damn calculations. I only have enough money to pay the bed fee for ten months. I don't know when the judgment will be made. Besides, I don't know.
It's not like adding a burden to Brother Xu, because he not only saves money for us, he also has relationships outside, and the money is spent like water...