Although he agreed to Mr. Miao's request, Jiang Chen still felt troubled.
The He family and the Yang family belong to different fields and there is not much intersection between the two families. He Yanfeng's Tuanan Group has no business dealings with Yanghui International. In addition, although Yang Hui is still the chairman of Yanghui International, he has not been to the company for a long time, so it is not easy to see him.
While Jiang Chen was thinking about how to contact Mr. Yang Hui, He Qianjian was not idle in prison either.
[Are you sure you sent the data from Jiang Chen's system to the CEO of Yanghui Technology? ]
He Qianjian huddled close to the head of the bed, avoiding other people's sight, and talked to the system in his mind.
[Not only that, Yang Hui's general manager has now formed a project team to crack Changjiang's program. Although they are absolutely unable to crack Changjiang with their abilities, they will definitely not allow Changjiang to be successfully listed because of this.]
"ha."
He Qianjian couldn't help but let out a laugh, which suddenly rang out in the cell. When he reacted, his whole body froze, and the others also looked over silently.
The same numb and haggard faces looked towards the same place. As the one being focused on, He Qianjian had goose bumps all over his back and cold sweat gradually covered his forehead.
His head turned backwards stiffly, as if it could make a clicking sound. In this absolutely silent cell, the subtle sound of hair rubbing against the pillow was extremely clear. When he met the gaze of the man in the next bed, He Qianjian felt his scalp tingling.
Others also noticed the man sitting up, and they quickly withdrew their gazes from this side, as if they had seen something terrifying. The speed and order of their movements made it even more weird.
He Qianjian's already shrunken body shrank even more.
He had always wanted to change his cell, and was quite happy after the change. However, he realized something was wrong just two days after arriving here. However, no matter how he asked, no one told him about the man in the innermost bed of the cell, including his cellmates.
Staying in this weird atmosphere, he was surrounded by a huge sense of uneasiness, which made him always cautious and imitate what others did. He didn't dare to close his eyes to sleep in the middle of the night. In less than a week, he became haggard and weak.
Finally, when he was out for some fresh air, he met Zhou Yang, who had been transferred to another position, and was able to get some information from him.
Upon hearing this, He Qianjian was not relieved but became even more frightened. In the bed next to him was sleeping a madman who could attack and hurt people at any time, and he was now in the most dangerous period when he was most likely to hurt people. How could He Qianjian, who was sleeping only one meter away from him, sleep well? How could he live here peacefully?
Although he knew he only had about a week left here, thinking that he would be in danger at any time, He Qianjian still begged Zhou Yang to help him move to another cell.
However, it is not so easy to change cells. Zhou Yang is just a junior prison guard who has just started working for a short time and it is impossible for him to help him.
In this way, He Qianjian could only continue to stay here in fear.
Fortunately, although time was hard to bear, it passed little by little. The reading club would be held in two days, and he could then take advantage of the chaos to escape from prison.
The closer he got to being free and escaping his current situation, the more cautious He Qianjian became, fearing that something unexpected would disrupt his plan. He and the man in the next bed who looked abnormal were also getting along well. Who knew that this complacency would actually violate the rules of this cell.
The cell was eerily quiet.
As the man in the next bed slowly sat up, He Qianjian could hardly conceal his horrified expression.
The man was probably in his thirties, so thin that he looked like a bag of bones, with sunken eye sockets and sickly pale skin. At this moment, he was staring at He Qianjian, his eyes fixed on his trembling mouth, and his voice, which had not been spoken for a long time, was hoarse and rough: "What were you laughing at just now?"
He Qianjian's teeth were chattering, and he tried to control his trembling. Thinking of the news he heard from Zhou Yang, he shrank back.
But he didn't dare not answer: "I thought, I thought of something funny."
"What's up?"
Could it be that the person who sent him to prison was going to be unlucky? He Qianjian didn't dare to say that. He gritted his teeth and a trace of sadness appeared on his face. "Thinking of the time I spent with my family before, I couldn't help but smile."
The man seemed to have heard something funny. His rough voice was a little hoarse when he laughed, but he stopped laughing. His deep-set eyes stared at him for a few seconds. When he spoke again, his tone was gloomy: "Do you know where the last person who lied to me is now?"
He Qianjian shuddered and almost jumped up, but he didn't dare to move. He could only look at the man stiffly and use his acting skills to make the man believe that he was not lying.
"I really thought of my family..."
He Qianjian was chattering his teeth. Even when facing Boss No. 16 who beat him and Brother Hei who was in the same cell with him, he was not so scared. After all, no matter how excessive normal people were, he knew the maximum they could go. But if he wanted to guess what a madman would do, he could only do it if he himself was crazy.
The man asked again: "Thinking of that family member?"
"My parents."
The muscles on the man's face trembled, and his hand on the quilt moved, as if he was about to do something. He Qianjian immediately said, "My adoptive parents were very good to me before they found their biological son. Today is my adoptive mother's birthday. I couldn't help laughing when I thought about the time I celebrated my birthday with them before?"
"Adoptive parents?" The man frowned, seeming to be somewhat interested. "Tell me about it."
This was the first time He Qianjian spoke to this man since he came to this cell. He has always been good at guessing people's minds and reading their faces, but today none of these worked. He could only repeat to the man in front of him with a trembling voice the version he had told Zhou Yang before.
But before he could finish his words, the man suddenly stood up and punched him in the stomach. Before he could even gag, he kicked him off the iron bed and stepped on his face. He looked down at him and said in a hoarse and unpleasant voice that seemed to come from hell: "Didn't I just tell you what happened to the last person who lied to me?"
He Qianjian was curled up in a ball. The man who was stepping on him was so thin that he looked like a skeleton, but he was incredibly strong. The punch just now only hit his stomach, but it seemed to have dislocated all his internal organs. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even make a sound, except for gasping for breath and sweating all over.
The people in the other beds seemed to have anticipated the situation. They all covered their heads with the quilts, as if they didn't hear anything from here at all. They were all very quiet.
He Qianjian's cheek was stepped on hard, and he had to open his mouth to breathe. His words were unclear, but he didn't dare to lie to him: "I'm sorry... please, please..."
The man removed his foot, stepped on his chest, squatted down and said, "I want to hear the true story."
He Qianjian's legs were shaking, not daring to let the man move his feet away. He recounted what had happened between him and Jiang Chen in a halting manner. He only dared to omit the system, and did not dare to lie about anything else. He told the man everything.
No one else in the cell fell asleep. After listening to what He Qianjian said, they didn't feel anything. No one who could be here had normal values. At most, they would sigh that Jiang Chen, the real eldest master of the He family, was unlucky.
After the man listened to He Qianjian's words, he let go of him and went back to his iron bed to sleep, as if he had just listened to a bedtime story.
He Qianjian lay on the ground, not daring to move, until he heard a snoring sound next to him. He then climbed up with trembling feet, not daring to make any sound, and slowly returned to his bed.
The next day at noon, in the prison cafeteria.
Under everyone's gaze, the skinny man walked over and sat down next to He Qianjian.
He Qianjian held the soup nervously, his hands shaking uncontrollably. He ignored the gazes from all directions, but the man next to him had a gloomy and somewhat scary face and a pair of deeply sunken eyes that made him feel uneasy.
Some people were talking in low voices, and there were newcomers who were puzzled as to why the cafeteria was suddenly quiet. The prisoners next to them would ask a few questions if they were interested. Amidst the whispers, there was a sudden bang, and the people who had been secretly looking over there noticed the situation there at the first time.
The young man who was cutting the soup just now has fallen to the ground. The sound just now was the sound of him and his bowl and chopsticks hitting the ground together. People who didn't see it were puzzled as to why he suddenly fell. Those who saw it came over and whispered:
"I don't know what they were talking about just now, but the crazy guy No. 15 suddenly grabbed the chopsticks and poked him in the face, and the man was so scared that he ran to the ground."
The person who was asking the question was new, and asked in confusion: "Didn't you poke it? And you just hid to the side, why are you lying on the ground?"
The old man in the prison looked at the newcomer's ignorant and fearless speech, shook his head, and had no more kindness to explain to him.
The newbie wanted to ask more, but suddenly heard a mocking and gloating voice from the side: "What's that puddle under his pants? Did he peed himself out of fear?"
Some people bravely stretched their necks to look, then looked away in disgust.
"It seems like I really peed."
The bowl of soup just now was poured at a farther place, with a piece of dry ground between it and He Qianjian's pants. If it was really spilled, it shouldn't have spilled like this.
He Qianjian didn't care about whether he was embarrassed or not. When the pair of chopsticks came at him, his mind instantly remembered what Zhou Yang told him about the man next to him - he had blinded other prisoners' eyes - almost in an instant, he was so scared that his mind went blank, he wanted to run away, and he didn't care about being tripped by a stool.
The thin man seemed to find his reaction very interesting, and even smiled a twisted smile that might not be familiar to him: "I just want to taste the food in your bowl."
He Qianjian didn't dare to sit here anymore, and he ran away with shaking legs.
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