Chapter 161 Betraying the camp and aiding the evil?
Old man Li's howls gradually became weaker, his body drooped weakly, and the hand that was cruelly fixed by the sewing machine needle was still trembling slightly.
Blood dripped along the edge of the machine, making a slight sound when it came into contact with the cold ground - "click".
Chen Ya was still sewing clothes indifferently but seriously, and the pedal under her feet made a "clicking" sound without moving.
Snap!
Snap!
Click...the two sounds seemed to merge into one.
Yuan Dabiao's ferocity did not abate despite Old Man Li's screams. There was even a satisfied grin on the corner of his mouth.
He looked around, his eyes seemed to be warning the other prisoners that any slackness or resistance would come at a heavy price.
"Everyone, work hard!" Yuan Dabiao's voice echoed in the workshop, "Don't be lazy. If I find anyone clumsy, this will be the outcome!"
After a brief pause, Yuan Dabiao's expression suddenly changed, and another more hypocritical smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. His tone became softer, as if he was comforting a frightened lamb.
"Don't be afraid, everyone," he said with a hint of false concern in his voice, "I'm doing this for everyone's good. After all, if someone cheats and does less work, then others will have to do more for him. As the workshop leader, I can't let everyone suffer, don't you agree?"
The atmosphere in the workshop was a bit depressing, but under Yuan Dabiao's ferocious gaze, all the prisoners lowered their heads silently and stepped on the sewing machines numbly.
Yuan Dabiao was very satisfied and a scornful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He then strode to Chen Ya's side and slammed his hands on the table, making a clanging sound: "What did you just say? Let me move more gently. Are you teaching me how to do things?"
As he clapped his hands, the sewing machine beside Chen Ya shook slightly. The originally straight stitches became crooked at this moment, and an irregular white line appeared on the clothes.
Chen Ya gently put down the feet that were stepping on the sewing machine. His brows were tightly twisted into a knot, and his face showed a bit of confusion and puzzlement.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes frank and firm, and met Yuan Dabiao's eyes that were wide open and full of anger. Then he said seriously and calmly:
"Team leader, didn't you ask us to work seriously? Then why did you disturb my work? This dress was almost finished and piece-rate, but now it's ruined by you. Who should I blame?"
Yuan Dabiao's face turned pale in an instant, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. The answer given by the other party was really difficult for him to refute.
Yuan Dabiao's face twisted, revealing a fierce look with bared teeth: "Are you contradicting me?"
Chen Ya's eyes were firm and his tone was calm: "I'm just talking to you about logic and reason."
Yuan Dabiao was so enraged by this that he actually burst into laughter. His two followers followed him, looking Chen Ya up and down with strange expressions as if they had seen a lunatic.
This scene attracted the attention of all the prisoners in the workshop, and they all glanced at the situation here cautiously.
Among them, there were three or four new prisoners. They looked at each other obscurely, put their hands on their foreheads and sighed, and communicated silently with lip language.
"It's over. The captain can't help but talk about logic and reason again."
"No, I think the captain just wants to be the workshop leader. The captain must think that if he becomes the team leader, everyone's work efficiency will be raised to a higher level."
"Then I support the captain. I think the captain is right!"
"That's not necessary, brothers. We are here to serve our sentences and hide. Why should we work hard and create surplus value for the prison? Isn't that tantamount to betraying the camp and aiding the evil? What's more, we won't even get paid?"
"Yes, it's all the captain's fault for taking this labor reform too seriously and leading me astray."
“Second!”
"+1!"
"+1!"
Yuan Dabiao looked around the workshop, his teeth clenched, "You like sewing, right? You like to follow me..."
Chen Ya interrupted Yuan Dabiao before he could finish his words, and said in a firm tone: "I like it very much!"
Yuan Dabiao's words were abruptly interrupted, and his face became even uglier, as if he was choked by something.
He took a deep breath, and suddenly grabbed the frame next to Old Man Li, rudely stuffed it into Chen Ya's arms, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Since you like it, I'll give you enough! Make his share as well. Ten pieces. You must make ten pieces for me today. If you miss one, you'll see how I'll deal with you tomorrow."
With the accompaniment of the "click" sound, time passes slowly but steadily.
Suddenly, a prison guard walked in with a transfer notice in his hand. His voice was clear and powerful, breaking the silence in the workshop, and a series of names echoed in the air.
"Chen Ya."
He was a bit thin, with feminine features, and stood up calmly and replied, "Here!"
"Dong Xu."
He has a slender figure and a slightly immature face: "Here!"
"Liu Yi."
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He was a burly man with an ordinary look and a slightly older appearance. “Here!”
"Gong Ting."
He was tall and slender, with a vertical scar on his face, and a cold expression: "Here!"
"Zhao Zhibao."
He was of average build, with arms down to his knees, eyes of different sizes on his face, and said in a deep voice, "Here we are!"
The prison guard glanced at the five people and said calmly: "I'm notifying you that the five of you will be transferred to Prison No. 2 tomorrow morning. Come here now and sign the transfer form here to confirm."
"Yes!" Five people answered collectively. There was no expression on Chen Ya's face, while the remaining four were a little confused.
Without any hesitation, Chen Ya stepped forward to sign and confirm. The other four people put aside their doubts temporarily and followed suit, also quickly signing their names.
"Okay, your labor reform in this prison has ended. Now you can return to your respective cells and tidy up. I wish you a happy life in Prison No. 2."
The prison guard's voice was calm and emotionless. He turned around and prepared to take the prisoners back to their cells.
Dong Xu, Liu Yi, Gong Ting, and Zhao Zhibao, almost at the same time, cast an intriguing look at Chen Ya in a way that only they themselves could perceive.
Then, they noticed that Chen Ya gently touched the tip of the pen, sending a silent signal, so they lined up one by one and followed the prison guard's footsteps.
The prison guard's gaze lingered on Chen Ya, who was standing still, for a moment, and his tone was filled with a hint of doubt: "What are you still waiting for here?"
Chen Ya straightened his back and said in a loud and firm voice: "Report, I want to complete today's transformation task and then return to the prison area."
The prison guard raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a bit of surprise, but soon, he didn't say much, just nodded, then turned around and led the other four people away slowly.
Chen Ya slowly sat down and carefully selected the cloth from the basket. After cutting, he meticulously placed the cloth under the needle and stepped on the pedal evenly. The needle shuttled continuously on the cloth, drawing straight white lines.
Yuan Dabiao walked over and stopped beside Chen Ya, with a cold smile on his face and a playful and undisguised mockery in his tone:
"Boy, you're really lucky today. You'll be transferred to another prison tomorrow morning. I was planning to teach you a lesson tomorrow, but it looks like you're going to get away with it."
His voice was drawn out, with a hint of cruelty in the tail tone: "But don't celebrate too soon. Prison No. 2 in District 9 is not comparable to any ordinary prison. The cruelty there is much bloodier than here. For someone like you, I bet you won't last more than a week if you go there, and you will be carried out horizontally, hahahaha——"
Chen Ya did not react at all. His eyes were focused and determined, and the work in his hands was still precise and accurate.
There was no expression on his face, neither joy nor fear, as if Yuan Dabiao's words were just a gust of insignificant wind... (End of this chapter)
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