In the empty prison corridor, there was a sudden voice and a bang. In the brightly lit prison room, a strong man wearing a neat set of Puma sportswear sat up suddenly. There was a straight look in his eyes on his pale face. It took a long time for him to regain his vitality.
"Brother Kun, the labor number has called out. Maybe it was released..." A young man in the upper bunk also sat up and said something to the strong man in the lower bunk who called Zheng Kun.
There are more than 20 people in the cell. All of them are awake. Some are playing poker to win cigarettes. Some are squatting in the corner and reading novels. Some are taking a tube with nothing to do. There is no way. All of them are serving at least ten years in prison. It is not possible to go out. The old man is also middle-aged. There is no need for it at this time. There may be slightly less opportunities in the future.
"Shua..."
More than 20 people heard the shouts in the prison corridor. They were stunned for a moment. Then they immediately stood up, put down their things, and huffed around the strong man's bed next to the sink.
"Let Brother Kun go... I cao... it's finally over..."
"It's a good thing... cao damn... the last buddy who left was three years ago..."
"Brother Kun, I'm about to let you go. Contact Ang outside."
"……."
Everyone was talking and chattering happily beside them. Zheng Kun clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said slowly: "Thirteen years and three months... is the end of the damn..."
"thump."
After Zheng Kun finished speaking, he excitedly jumped out of bed with his bare feet, wearing a brand new Nike sportswear. He put it on in a hurry, waved to everyone, and said loudly: "Brother is leaving... I'm happy... I'm excited." ..JB won’t say anything. Come out and call me Zheng Kun. It will definitely work. Oh, by the way. I still have 30,000 prison coins in my account. I can’t take this thing out. Old Liu, you keep one. Ten thousand. The rest will be divided among everyone..."
"Thank you, Brother Kun..." The young man in Zheng Kun's upper bunk scratched his head and said with a smile.
"What are you talking about... Brother Kun is gone. I will still take care of you... Don't bother with the brothers. The money is spent. Brother Kun will save it for you next month..." Zheng Kun glanced at everyone and smiled. Said something.
"Brother Kun, don't worry. You are leaving 103. Everyone will definitely support Lao Liu..."
"That's a must. Lao Liu is very particular about..."
…
Everyone listened to Zheng Kun's words and suddenly understood. They all agreed. Zheng Kun nodded and said to everyone: "Then please take care of my brother..."
"103. Zheng Kun. Stand at the door of the prison..." someone shouted again from the prison corridor.
"Okay, let's not talk anymore. Take care, everyone. I'm leaving." Zheng Kun glanced at the door, waved his hand, and walked toward the door with long strides without any nostalgia.
"Stand at attention..." Lao Liu shouted.
"Peng"
Everyone occupied a row facing Zheng Kun. It was extremely neat.
"Salute..." Lao Liu shouted again.
"Pah, pah, pah, pah.."
Extremely warm applause rang out. Some people’s hands were red and numb from the slaps, but they still slapped hard. It’s so depressing here. I usually don’t dare to fart loudly. I can hear such a warm sound. It’s only when someone When playing, or when someone comes in, the guards allow thirty seconds of applause.
"Bang..."
Outside the door, a laborer in uniform yawned and slowly opened the iron door. He had glasses on his thin face. His every move showed casualness and laziness. His faint smile made people look very kind. .
The labor numbers here are prisoners who are willing to pay and have connections. The work they do is qualitatively different from that of ordinary prisoners. Other prisoners do manual labor, but they are white-collar workers in the prison, sweeping the floor and cleaning up and disciplining. It's okay to go to the office, drink some tea, and go online if you have nothing to do. I don't know about other places. The labor number of the Northeast Severe Prison District. A relatively good location. One hundred thousand a year...
Is this affordable for ordinary people?
And this labor number is even more special because he is the person with the shortest sentence in Dongfeng Serious Prison Prison. He was transferred from an ordinary prison. And he is so awesome that he does not have to do any work. He can still hold the key to the prisoner when he is fine. I asked for a chat. It's no worse than JB's discipline.
After Zheng Kun came out, he raised his head and glanced at the labor number. He bared his teeth and said, "Thank you, Tao. The new clothes are good, but they are a bit too big. Without you, I would have to wait until this time tomorrow. Haha."
"You're welcome. Let's go. Sign the release certificate and you'll be free." The labor number patted Zheng Kun on the shoulder and said with a smile. He locked the cell door while chatting with Zheng Kun. Carrying the key chain with his hands behind his back, he walked towards the supervisor's office.
The two arrived at the office. The labor number closed the door. He took out the judgment and release certificate from the correctional drawer. He took out the ink pad and carbon pen and said slowly: "Signed..."
"Swipe."
Zheng Kun finished signing quickly. He took a look at the labor number and left a backup. He smiled and said: "Now you are free. Haha..."
"It's the best time. It's a disaster here... It's killing me..." Zheng Kun is less than thirty-five years old and has stayed there for more than 13 years. In other words, he is in his early twenties. Just came in.
"Kun. There is a mobile phone in here. There is a card in it. There is also some money. Not much. Take it first. There is a phone number in it. Haha. You can figure it out..." The labor number handed over an envelope and put it in. He put it into Zheng Kun's hands and said with a slight smile.
"When are you going out..."
"Five more months."
"Okay..." Zheng Kun didn't say much. He patted the laborer on the shoulder hard.
"Let's go and see what's going on outside. Haha." Labor number nodded and said slowly.
"gone.."
"kindness.."
The two exchanged a few words without any nonsense. Zheng Kun took the envelope and pushed open the door of the office. The policeman waiting outside pointed a gun at Zheng Kun and asked expressionlessly: "Is there any violation? Taste.."
"No."
"What are you holding in your hand?"
"My wife wrote me a letter." Zheng Kun was full of nonsense.
"Bring it to me and see."
"Brother, it's just a convenience. He's my friend. He doesn't have travel expenses when he goes out. We can't let him walk back no matter what." Labor number sat on a stool in the room. He drank some water and said to the door.
"...Let's go." Wu Jing nodded. Zheng Kun turned around, waved his hand, turned around and followed Wu Jing.