Chapter 182 Bronze Treasure Box, the most important task every day is
Crack—a crisp sound echoed in Feng Mu's ears, as if an ancient bronze treasure chest was violently pried open, revealing a long-hidden secret.
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4. You got...] Clang——
The door of the changing room was suddenly and roughly pushed open, and Tian Tao's burly figure came into view.
His brows were furrowed, his face was a little impatient, and his voice was a little rude: "You are so slow. You are so slow even in changing clothes. You shouldn't come to Prison No. 2. You should apply to be transferred to Prison No. 6."
There are nine large prisons in District 9, among which Prison No. 6 is a women's prison.
The process of receiving the reward was interrupted. Feng Mu turned his head slightly and his eyes fell on Tian Tao, the captain of Division A of Prison Area No. 1.
A hint of apology appeared on his face, and his voice was gentle and humble: "Sorry, Captain, I accidentally delayed some time while sorting my belt."
Section A is divided into three floors according to the corridor level. Each floor is patrolled and governed by a group of prison guards. At the same time, each floor is equipped with a captain.
Feng Mu was assigned to the second floor, and the person standing in front of him was his immediate team leader Tian Tao, who was also the confidant of District Chief Chang Wei.
Tian Tao snorted contemptuously, and his short and strong body turned around and pushed the door open again like an agitated calf.
At the same time, he said in an extremely impatient tone: "Come with me, I will walk you through the process. You'd better engrave all of this in your mind at once."
"Why do I feel like all the leaders in my prison are so angry? You should all be transferred to Prison No. 6 to vent your anger."
Feng Mu followed closely behind, closing the door gently, thinking kindly in his heart,
"Forget it. It doesn't matter if I come. I'll just bear with you and help you vent your anger."
Feng Mu was a helpful man. He looked at Tian Tao's back without any anger. Instead, his eyes were full of "love", as if he was looking at a solid moving upgrade experience package.
"Yes, I just changed into the most common prison guard uniform, and my inheritance level has increased accordingly. Above me are the captain, the division chief, the ward chief, and the prison director... so in the future, won't my inheritance level continue to rise?!!"
It seemed as if hot magma was flowing in Feng Mu's eyes. He looked at this cold prison and the faces of the prisoners or colleagues passing by, and felt an unprecedented warmth all over his body.
Feng Mu suddenly realized: "My previous understanding was too superficial. It turns out that it is not only the prisoners who can be the nutrients for my growth. Every one of my colleagues and leaders in prison also has rich nutritional value."
At this moment, Feng Mu felt that his consciousness had been sublimated to the extreme. He finally realized the most effective way to improve [inheritance] - promotion! "It is easier to do things when you wear official clothes. The higher the official clothes, the easier it is to do things. I didn't expect that even the system is not immune to this. This is the unbreakable truth in the world." Feng Mu realized.
After Feng Mu understood, the core principle of upgrading the [inheritance degree] emerged in his mind: "You need to kill many people and have a bigger official uniform. You need to do both, and both hands must be strong. Neither can be missing."
Tian Tao felt an inexplicable chill on his back. He turned his head and glared at Feng Mu: "What are you looking at?"
Feng Mu answered honestly: "The captain's uniform is better looking than mine."
"That's right. Prison uniforms are all made to specifications. The fabric of the one I'm wearing is much more expensive than yours." Tian Tao's expression eased a little, but he angrily said, "Stop flattering me. It's useless, you know."
Throughout the morning, Feng Mu followed Tian Tao's steps and carefully studied the daily work flow of the prison area.
Although Tian Tao's attitude seemed extremely bad, Feng Mu remained unusually humble and polite.
He always held a small notebook in his hand, and recorded down meticulously all the work processes that Tian Tao dictated.
This scene, like a silent drama, was seen by many prisoners and prison guards. Various expressions appeared on their faces, including surprise, curiosity, and disdain.
On the third floor of the corridor, Chang Wei stood in front of the railing, overlooking the scene on the second floor opposite with a grim look.
Feng Mu's performance reminded him of Ma Xuan's performance when he first entered prison.
At that time, Ma Xuan was just like Feng Mu is now, following him closely with a notebook every day, loyal and diligent.
Time flies. Now Ma Xuan is no longer his follower. He is on equal footing with him. Even in the eyes of the warden Zhou Hu, Ma Xuan has received more praise and respect than himself.
Chang Wei curled his lips in disdain, his tone revealing undisguised sarcasm:
"It's just a show. What a pity. We have already sentenced you to death. You can't perform this show for more than a few days. It is destined that no one will support you."
However, Chang Wei obviously did not realize that pretending to be someone else is a rare skill that not everyone can master.
And who said that no one would watch this play? Feng Mu's performance was not meant for him or Zhou Hu and a few others.
"What are you writing?"
Tian Tao suddenly turned his head, snatched the notebook from Feng Mu's hand, flipped through two pages casually, sneered twice, tore off the pages full of words, crumpled them into pieces and threw them on the ground.
"You're just fooling around by writing it down in a notebook. You have to remember every word I say." Tian Tao said bluntly.
After that, Tian Tao threw the torn notebook back to Feng Mu and shouted coldly: "This is a prison, not a school. A broken pen is useless. If you want to control the prisoners, you don't rely on a pen, but an electric baton."
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Tian Tao pulled out the electric baton from his waist and smashed it hard on the iron bars of cell 211. There was a dull rumbling sound and a crackling arc of electricity.
The prisoners in the cell were startled by this sudden movement and all stood up, their bodies tense and their eyes showing fear and anxiety.
Tian Tao opened the cell door expressionlessly. He glanced at the number sewn on the prisoner's chest and said in an extremely cold voice:
"0217, it's been three days since you were transferred here, and no one outside has deposited money for you. Are you planning to eat for free in prison?"
The prisoner turned pale and said in a trembling voice: "My family members are gone, I can't get through to my friends, and I have withdrawn all the money from my bank card."
Tian Tao sneered: "The money in your card is too little. It's only enough for your accommodation this month, not enough for your food."
0217 The prisoner seemed to want to argue, but Tian Tao had lost his patience. His voice became gloomy and cold, and he interrupted the prisoner:
“Since there are no relatives outside, that means no one in this world cares whether you are alive or dead, right?”
Before he finished his words, the electric baton was swung down suddenly, making a series of dull sounds, like the dull sound of hitting a drum.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Three short and powerful collisions followed by a heart-pounding crisp sound. 0217's forehead caved in, leaving a shocking blood pit.
His body fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground, his face blackened by the electric shock.
Tian Tao squatted down and wiped the blood off the electric baton with his prison uniform. Then he slowly stood up and said to Feng Mu, who seemed to be stunned and motionless:
"Remember, this is your most important job every day in prison - collecting money!"
Tian Tao patted Feng Mu's shoulder with his bloodstained hand and said quietly:
"Unlike other prisons in District 9, our Prison No. 2 does not receive subsidies from the Executive Yuan. We are self-employed. Therefore, they are our breadwinners. Whether we can have food to eat depends on whether you have taken good care of them."
Feng Mu's eyes flashed violently.
Tian Tao sneered: "210, 211, 212, 213, 214, these five rooms will be under your charge from now on. You will have to hand in the money every Monday and count it into the team performance. If you don't meet the standards, your salary will be deducted. So, don't let your brothers go hungry because of you. Do you understand?"
…….(End of this chapter)
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