"Not cheaper than you." Yi Danren rolled his eyes at Zeng Mishan. He felt that this guy was deliberately causing trouble.
How can you ask that in front of a skeleton? It's extremely rude.
The one who was most happy to hear this answer was the Skeleton. He felt that his previous self was a talented person who was not appreciated.
Fortunately, Guangming was not late, so he should have the same price as the boss.
Zeng Mishan curled his lips, not liking the ambiguous answer.
Just as he tried to inquire again, Yi Danren sneered, "Mr. Zeng, have you picked your work for the afternoon? Or have you found dinner?"
Hiss... Zeng took a deep breath, covered his mouth with his hands, and sat down obediently.
He was being manipulated to the point of being completely out of control.
Zeng Mishan quickly changed the subject and asked, "Skull, did Luo Heqi ever sell your blood?"
"Yes! I have sold it! I was involved with Huang Er and had performance appraisals. If I didn't meet the KPI, it would be very miserable. Boss Yi used my blood." After the skeleton finished speaking, he threw out a melon, which successfully attracted the attention of Mr. Zeng.
Wow, what a big melon!
Itami Ren was not angry when he saw that his younger brother had exposed him.
"Brother Danren, you wouldn't be assassinated here, right?" Zeng Mishan looked like he wanted to know the inside story.
"It's not such a secret, actually." After thinking for a while, Boss Yi said with mixed feelings, "The United Empire has my business. I went on a business trip and was in the villa when disaster struck. I didn't expect Commons to use an armed helicopter to capture me.
All my men were killed in the gunfight, and his private armed forces also suffered losses. In order to retaliate against me, his deputy caused trouble for me every few days when I first went to prison.
I'm not a pushover either. When I fought back, I knocked out a pair of his deputy's front teeth. You can probably guess the result.
I was beaten by these bastards and had internal bleeding. Commons didn't want to see me die, so he arranged for the prison doctor to bring me back from the brink of death.
It was indeed Skeleton's blood that saved me, which is why I recruited him."
Hearing this, Zeng Mishan looked at Boss Yi with some sympathy. The gangs had even gone so far as to kidnap people. Conmons was truly fearless!
If this happened in his own country, Commons would never dare to commit murder. He would not even dare to carry a gun with him.
I regret going abroad!
Thinking of this, Zeng Mishan excitedly said, "Is there no one in the prison who resists the dictatorship?"
Ito Ren sneered and looked somewhere. "There's no shortage of tough guys everywhere. Do you see those dark-skinned prisoners?"
Following Ito Jin's finger, I saw about thirty black people squatting in a corner of the cafeteria like a big gang.
They seemed to have noticed Zeng Mishan, the new person on the yellow list, and their eyes swept over him from time to time.
Yi Danren curled his lips and said disdainfully, "Black people will never be slaves unless they are provided with food and shelter! The chief among them is the one who has successfully made Commons bow down to him."
"Why do you say that?" Zeng Mishan asked curiously.
"The chief was the first to rebel. He told Commons openly that his men didn't mind doing dirty work as long as they had enough food three times a day. They couldn't stand eating cassava every day!
Commons initially disagreed, berating the blacks for not being qualified to negotiate with him. However, he underestimated the blacks' hunger strike abilities, and the prison sanitation department refused to lift a finger.
They went on a hunger strike to protest, secretly catching insects, ants, rats, and cockroaches, and persisted for more than ten days. Guess what happened?
The entire prison's sewage system was paralyzed, the stench was overwhelming, toilet paper was flying everywhere, and the prison guards' offices were full of filth, which directly caused the prison to cease operations.
For black people, starving to death is death, and resisting is also death. As people who have died once, they just do it.
Finally Commons compromised. He couldn't stand having to cover his nose as soon as he entered the office.
They promised to contract some of the dirty work to the blacks, and as long as they could maintain good sanitation, the leading chief would even get a salary.
Upon hearing this, Zeng Mishan's mouth twitched fiercely. It turned out that the warden was not an iron block and also had flaws.
Idan Ren sneered, "Commons never buys black people's blood and organs. It seems that they can't sell them."
Oh my god! Has discrimination against people reached this point?
Unexpectedly, skin color has become a protective color for black people.
"Commons said that laziness is ingrained in black people, and buyers are worried about being infected." After a pause, Yi Danren raised his hand and pointed somewhere and said, "See that oldest black man? He's been here for twenty years, and the blacks call him Chief.
The Chief is the only one who can make Commons money in jail.”
Nodding, Zeng Mishan already understood the context of the matter.
At the same time, I also realized that the management model here is that people with money can do whatever they want.
As long as Commons is fed, he can do almost anything he wants.
I really want to be rich, I really want to sleep with celebrities, I want it so much!
Bah! Zeng Mishan, you are still thinking about other women at this critical moment. You are a married man, you are not worthy of being a husband, you are a piece of shit.
No, it's not Zeng's thoughts that are cheating, but it's too evil here, and the bad company will corrupt my thoughts. I still love my wife very much.
I want to get out of prison, I want to get out of prison. If I stay here any longer, I will sooner or later make a mistake of principle.
Zeng Mishan vaguely sensed the crisis...
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