To modern civilized people, prison is a mysterious and terrifying place.
Actually, prison is just a gangland, an ancient and constantly evolving gangland.
Since humans entered feudal society until now, there are three rivers and lakes that have not been eliminated: casinos, brothels, and prisons.
There are too many rules in this world.
To enter the house, you must first pass three checkpoints: sitting on the bed, sleeping, and putting down the thatch.
There is a big horn in the house. In summer, at 6:30, and in winter, at 7:30, it blows to wake everyone up like an army. Quickly get out of bed, fold blankets, line up in two rows, sit cross-legged, and go down one by one. One group washes up, while the other uses the toilet, basically on a countdown timer. Every three to five minutes, someone new takes over. Generally, using the toilet is prohibited during the day.
At 8:30, it's time to sit on the meditation bed. Sitting on the meditation bed is also called sitting on a board. There are five classes every day, learning Zen meditation and reciting the rules of discipline. The weight of the whole body is concentrated on the two pointed bones of the buttocks. A class lasts for more than 40 minutes, and newcomers will turn pale. After a long time, their buttocks will also develop calluses. Of course, it's allowed to change legs or lean against the wall to take a break. The movements must be carried out under unified slogans. Usually, the head of the dormitory shouts "Stretch your left leg", and more than 20 people stretch out their left legs in unison.
From Monday to Friday, they sit on the board and let the wind blow, reciting 402 words of prison rules. On Saturday and Sunday, it's time for rest, playing chess, cards, bragging and chatting, everyone is happy as if celebrating the New Year.
Every day is a repetition, with an endless stream of people coming and going like flowing water, fortunately, there are always new tenants moving in.
Newcomers can bring new things from outside, like this year is the Olympic year, and the Barcelona Olympics in Spain have been over for several months, but everyone is still talking about it.
Even without news, a fight among a group of robbers is also a change in life, which is good.
Unlike other districts and counties, the place is full of bandits, those who make fake certificates, sell dead cow meat, pry open door locks, and even steal piglets from people's homes.
This is the municipal detention center, where all the "big shots and celebrities" of Qinghe City live, almost all of whom have appeared on the legal affairs program of Qinghe TV Station.
In the morning, towards dawn, he became the leader of the cell, under the command of Wang Ying and Chen Dabao. Except for the three locked to the iron pillar, everyone else came over to pay their respects.
Chen Dabao was originally a cook, the oldest qualified in the crew. After drinking, he quarreled with people and chased into someone's home with a knife, injuring seven people, four of whom were seriously injured, one of whom was permanently disabled. He was sentenced to 20 years, but this kid was lucky, could cook well, wasn't sent to the island prison by the sea, became the head chef in the detention center, got fat and gained over 30 pounds, became a big fatty, seven years passed in the blink of an eye, with commutation of sentence for two years, almost half of it has passed, there's hope.
There are heroin traffickers, leaders of prostitution gangs, robbers and murderers, and masterminds of smuggling rings at sea...
Chen pointed at those three men who were deprived of their freedom and said they had all been sentenced to death and were waiting for the higher court's review.
Tian Liang doesn't have to follow the rules here, because he doesn't belong to this world in the first place. On the other hand, he is the big brother of this gang, also known as the head of the prison.
The head of the cell is also called the manager, and this type of person usually has money and connections in society. Even when they are in prison, they can still be a big shot. The head of the cell cannot be too rustic or have a low social status, otherwise, they won't be able to do their job. The head of the cell gets the best food and living conditions. On one hand, this is because they have control over resources, such as being allowed to use the toilet at any time, having the right to choose the best pork during meals, sleeping next to the wall without having to take night shifts, and having someone to scrub their back while bathing. On the other hand, it's also about giving them face, arranging who cleans the floor, who sleeps next to whom, and so on. Every day, they have half an hour to wash up, with priority given to the head of the cell, who can take their time, washing slowly and leisurely. The remaining 20 or more people have to rush through their washing in a short amount of time. Those at the front are still washing their hair under the faucet, while those waiting in line behind them already have toothpaste squeezed out and ready to brush their teeth for half a day. It's the same with using the toilet - someone is still squatting down, while others behind them start rubbing their bellies impatiently.
Since you have come, make yourself at home.
He doesn't have to work towards dawn, nor does he need to sit on a large mat, his main thing is just sleeping.
He will have to wait for Xie Zixuan to come and negotiate with him.
At the same time, he also wanted to take this opportunity to see how many people outside were "picking up" him.
The people here have very few expressions, everyone's gaze is straight, always distracted and thinking about something, there is no light in their eyes, even if they are looking at you, you don't feel like they are looking at you, looking at their backs, they all seem to be the kind of reclusive hermits often depicted in literature.
Newcomers, generally love to boast, deceive their identity, deceive respect, let others not bully them. The smaller the dog, the more it likes to bark, because it lacks a sense of security. On the contrary, big dogs are more gentle and rarely take the initiative to speak and provoke trouble.
This bleak white house, no matter how much sunlight it gets, still looks like a mortuary.
People in desperate situations have different auras.
In a daze, I thought of going outside again towards dawn.
Liu Qingqing will definitely go all out to help herself, and she will also mobilize Old Man Liu. The father-daughter duo is not part of the system, but they know many people in the system, and they have a significant impact in their own professional field, which should not be underestimated.
Li Yajuan and Ye Nan will also help themselves. Relatively speaking, Ye Nan is a bit selfish, but she will not stand by and do nothing. As for Li Yajuan, with her intelligence and courage, she will definitely use the "powerful weapons" she has mastered to exert pressure on several bureau leaders.
The most restless, will also go all out to "fish" for themselves, are the three deputy directors, Labor Chenggui, Gao Xing and Sun Zhanlu. Their future or career prospects depend on themselves. For Gao Xing and Sun Zhanlu, as long as they open their mouths, they will end up in a situation where they are not liked by anyone inside or outside.
I am not fighting alone, I tell myself confidently towards the bright sky.
Wang Ying walked over with stealthy steps.
"Older brother, are you still sleeping?"
Crying and laughing helplessly towards the sky, this old man is living a comfortable life, doesn't need to do anything, everything is taken care of by others, no need to take responsibility, only enjoyment.
Especially because former leaders Chen and Wang, who are highly respected by themselves, have "promoted" themselves to a high position, making Xiang Tianliang feel "honored and terrified".
It's time for a walk, and everyone in the courtyard is out for a stroll except for those three who can't "move".
"What's going on?" Tian Liang sat up, still putting on a show, and this place also followed suit.
"The team leader named Yu Zhonghao sent two packs of cigarettes and four bottles of wine to Lao Da."
"Hehe, okay, Wang Ying, I'm not good at smoking and drinking, you can distribute it to everyone."
"Ah, thank you boss, thank you boss."
"Anything else?"
Wang Ying turned around and glanced at him with a mysterious expression, then leaned in close and whispered:
"Boss, another new person just arrived, an old acquaintance of ours, do you want to meet him?"
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