() Deng Chao, the warden in Cell No. 3 of the Xianyang City Detention Center, was sitting in the jail officer’s office at the front of Cell No. 3. He took a sip of the freshly brewed tea on the table and then lit a Longtou brand cigarette.

Took a sip.

Deng Chao is thirty years old this year. He graduated from the police school with honors five years ago. However, because he had no connections, he was assigned to the Xianyang City Detention Center as a prison guard. This lasted five years, although it was relatively ordinary police station work.

, not as rich as a movie star, but still fun and relaxed. I just call names all day long and don’t do anything else.

In fact, it seems that there is a lot of money in the jail, and there are usually a lot of contributions from some elder brothers on the street or some family members and friends of economic prisoners with better conditions. It seems even better than some movies? Spending time doing nothing every day, but this is not what Deng Chao wants.

He wanted a life. Although he was the master of hundreds of people in Cell No. 3, so what? He really didn't like this kind of life.

Unexpectedly, today I saw an interesting guy in cell 308. He was brave and a genius with a photographic memory. It was really interesting. Deng Chao couldn't help but think of last night's dinner, the famous second-generation official from Xianyang.

, Ye Feiyang, the son of Ye Shaoting, the local emperor of Xianyang.

Come on, how could these normally aloof guys look at a small prison jailor? Who would have thought that after spending so much money on a small locksmith young man, he would treat a small prison jailor to dinner? At the dinner party, although

Everyone was smiling and changing glasses. But the arrogance and arrogance revealed in the eyes of the second-generation official from time to time still made Deng Chao feel faintly uncomfortable.

"Hmph! In the No. 3 cell of the detention center, I am the emperor, and I, Deng Chao, have the final say. You are the local emperor outside, and that is your business. In this No. 3 cell, let me see who can peel off my tiger skin.

?No matter how demoted you are, you won’t be demoted anywhere. Prison guards are already at the bottom of the police force.”

There was a coldness in Deng Chao's eyes.

Thinking of this, Deng Chao remembered the bet he had just made, and he felt a great interest in the young man who looked ordinary but was actually extraordinary, and finally murmured:

"Oh no, how dare a prisoner blackmail me? What a shame."

After muttering a few words, he took out the phone in his pocket, rummaged through it for a long time, found a number and dialed it out.

"Hey, my old classmate, I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that you are now the deputy director of Yaodian Town. By the way, I have something to do with you today. There is a person named Yang Erwa in your Yaodian Town. You can give it to him.

Let me inform you that he has a brother named Bai Chi who is currently being held in our detention center. Please ask him to come..."

After making the call, Deng Chao depressedly opened the cabinet door on the left side of his desk. He took out two Pegasus cigarettes and two lighters. After thinking about it, he took out another one, for a total of three cigarettes and two lighters. He thought to himself: It's cheap for you.

Boy.

Hearing the thump of leather shoes coming from outside the prison cell, Bai Chi, who was sitting on the floor, turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of the iron door, with a slight smile on his face.

"Bai Chi, this is your cigarette, take it! If something happens, don't give it to me. In addition, I have notified the man named Yang Erwa to come and see you."

Deng Chao stood by the iron gate and threw three cartons of cigarettes and two lighters onto the floor.

Bai Chi quickly stood up, walked to the iron door and looked at the cigarettes on the floor in a strange way.

"Thank you Deng for your discipline, but why is there an extra cigarette?"

Deng Chao rolled his eyes and said

"I'm not thinking well, I remembered it wrong!"

After that, he walked away with Shuang Shiran on his back, leaving a tall figure behind to the dumbfounded Bai Chi and everyone in Cell 308.

Shan Dao and Wu Zi stared at Bai Chi up and down. Wu Zi laughed innocently, patted Bai Chi on the shoulder, and said with a smile

"Okay, kid, I can't tell that Inspector Deng showed some kindness today. You have solved our 308 famine, and we won't have to worry about it for at least half a month.

Bai Chi looked at Bai Chi with a grin on his face, rolled his eyes, then turned to look at the mountain knife who was also smiling, and thought for a moment.

"Uncle, these cigarettes are yours to dispose of. It can be regarded as my contribution to the prison cell."

Hearing this, Wu Zi couldn't help laughing and howled:

"Not bad, not bad. Although I am a new prisoner, I am very good at it. He knows the rules of the cell to keep both rain and dew wet. He is a talent. He will be a good candidate for big things in the future."

The mountain knife stared at Baichi, and after a long time he casually picked up three cigarettes and two lighters, played with the lighters with some fondness, and said

"I haven't seen a lighter in half a year since I came in. Today is really unexpected. In this way, you can keep one of the three cartons of cigarettes for yourself, and you can also take a lighter. You can put your carton of cigarettes in the storage box next to me. Whenever

If you want it, just come and get it yourself. The other two are considered your contribution to the club, what do you think?"

Bai Chi nodded slightly and replied

"Everything depends on the uncle. I don't know anything. From now on, I will still need the care of the uncle, the second master, and the third master, all the good guys."

Under the envious and jealous eyes of more than a dozen people in the cell, Wan Baichi took out two packs of cigarettes from his carton of cigarettes. Then he gave the rest to Wu Zi to put them away for him.

After thinking for a while, Bai Chi tore open a pack of cigarettes, took out one, handed it to the machete, and said

"Uncle, have a cigarette."

Seeing this, Shan Dao and Wu Zi nodded with satisfaction, including the old man who was sitting on the bunk reading the newspaper. They all raised their heads and looked at Bai Chi thoughtfully, with a strange light flashing in their eyes.

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Watching the roller take the cigarette, Bai Chi respectfully lit the lighter and lit the roller. Then he walked to the old man in the second gear, took out a cigarette and handed it to the old man, saying

"Second Master smokes."

The old man who usually never talked to anyone unexpectedly stretched out his hand to take the cigarette, allowed Bai Chi to light it for him, and suddenly asked

"Your surname is Bai? Are you from Baijia Village, Yaodian Town?"

Bai Chi was startled when he heard this, looked at the wrinkles on the old man's face, and replied happily

"Yes, Second Master, I am from Baijia Village. I don't know..."

The old man waved and said casually

"It's okay, it's okay. I just asked casually!"

Bai Chi glanced at the old man in confusion, then handed a cigarette to Wu Zi. Just as he was about to speak, Wu Zi interrupted him.

Wu Zi took the cigarette and said

"Okay, okay, don't call me third master, just call me eldest brother. Hey! I have a younger brother who is as old as you. Unfortunately, he died of illness early a few years ago because he had no money for medical treatment. When I see you, I

It's like seeing my miserable brother."

Bai Chi nodded and called "big brother". Then he turned around and handed out a cigarette to everyone in the cell. When Bai Chi turned around, the old man mumbled a few words unintentionally:
Chapter completed!