Hua Mi sighed and went to a newly built empty prefab house. Avoiding the gaze of the three policemen, she filled the house with cherries, pomegranates, kiwis, cantaloupes, mineral water, semi-finished sauerkraut fish, and chocolate cake.
After thinking for a moment, she went to the next room and placed several storage boxes there. The storage boxes were filled with toilet paper, sanitary napkins, toothpaste, towels, buckets, washbasins, coral fleece bedding sets, and disposable underwear.
Then they went to the next door and set up a dozen alcohol stoves. Next to them, a box was filled with solid alcohol and badminton rackets.
Oh, right, and the Ganggang Little Champion (synchronized calligraphy practice book) is also indispensable.
Since the matter hasn't been clarified, these women can't be released; they can only continue making padded jackets.
Of course, they should be provided with food and drink during this period.
Considering that after the women finish making their padded jackets, have a full stomach, play badminton, and then practice calligraphy to cultivate their character, it is worthwhile.
This is called a balance between work and rest, and a proper balance between activity and stillness.
Hua Mi is so thoughtful of them.
Just as these supplies were being stored, four or five more prostitutes were brought in from the construction site ahead.
Yang Honglin's brows furrowed deeper and deeper; the problem was more serious than he had imagined.
Just as the first batch of women in the sex industry finished reciting the Eight Honors and Eight Shames and writing their self-criticisms, they were trembling as they sewed thick woolen coats for themselves.
Yang Honglin walked over with a stack of confessions in his hand and showed them to Hua Mi.
"These women say they were all tricked into coming here by you."
Spring is here; I even saw birds landing outside my window today.
(End of this chapter)
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