we are bad boys

() Remember URL: . Hh City. Night. Clear sky. 11:58. Dongfeng Prison for Serious Criminals. Cell 103.

"Zheng Kun... pack your things."

In the empty prison corridor, suddenly there was a voice, a flutter. In the brightly lit prison room, a strong man was wearing a neat Puma sportswear. He sat up suddenly. His pale face and some straight eyes. It took a long time before there was a glimmer of light.

"Brother Kun. The labor number. You shouted. Maybe it was released..." A young man on the upper berth also sat up and said something to the strong man named Zheng Kun on the lower berth.

There are more than 20 people in the cell. None of them are sleeping. They are playing poker to win cigarettes. Or squatting in the corner to read novels. .Jb is also middle-aged. It is not necessary at this time. There may be slightly fewer opportunities in the future.

"Shuh.."

More than 20 people. Hearing the shouts in the prison corridor, they were stunned for a moment. Then they all stood up immediately, put down the things in their hands, and huffed around to the bed of the strong man next to the washbasin.

"Let go of Brother Kun..I cao..It's the end of my life..."

"Good thing...cao fuck. The last buddy who left. It was three years ago..."

"Brother Kun. I'm about to release it too. Go outside and contact Ang.."

"......."

Everyone was chattering. They were all very happy chattering next to each other. Zheng Kun clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and said slowly: "13 years. Three months.. It's the end of his mother..."

"thump."

After Zheng Kun finished speaking, he jumped out of the bed with his bare feet excitedly, stepped on the brand new Nike sportswear, put it on in a hurry, waved his hands at everyone, and said loudly: "My brother is leaving... happy... excited ..I won’t say anything about jb. Come out and call me Zheng Kun. It will definitely work. Oh. By the way. I still have [-] supervisor coins in my account. I can’t take this game with me. Sixth, you keep one Ten thousand, share the rest with everyone.”

"Thank you, Brother Kun..." the young man on Zheng Kun's upper bunk scratched his head and said with a smile.

"What are you talking about. Brother Kun is gone. I will take care of you as well. Don't mess around with the brothers. The money is spent. Brother Kun will save it for you next month.." Zheng Kun glanced at the crowd and smiled. said something.

"Brother Kun. Don't worry. You're gone 103. Everyone must come here with your sixth son in your arms..."

"It must be dripped. The sixth is very particular..."

……

Everyone listened to Zheng Kun's words. They had an epiphany in an instant. They all echoed and said something. Zheng Kun nodded and said to everyone: "Then I will trouble everyone to take care of my brother..."

"103. Zheng Kun. Stand at the gate of the prison..." The prison hall shouted again.

"Okay, I won't talk anymore. Take care, everyone. I'm leaving." Zheng Kun glanced at the door and waved his hands. Without a trace of nostalgia, he took big steps and walked towards the door.

"Stand at attention..." the sixth child shouted.

"Pong"

Everyone occupied a row facing Zheng Kun. It was very neat.

"Salute..." Lao Liu shouted again.

"Crack clap clap clap..."

Unusually warm applause rang out. Some people’s hands were red and numb. But they still clapped hard. When playing or when someone comes in, the guards allow 30 seconds of applause.

"Boom..."

Outside the door was a labor number wearing uniforms. Yawning, he slowly opened the iron door. His thin face was wearing glasses. His every move was casual and lazy. A faint smile made people look very kind. .

The labor number here is the prisoners who are willing to pay and have connections. The work they do is qualitatively different from that of ordinary prisoners. The other prisoners are doing manual work. But they are white-collar workers in the prison. Office. Drink some tea. Go online if you have nothing to do. I don’t know about other places. The labor number of the Northeast felony prison area. A better location. One hundred thousand a year..

Is this what ordinary people consume?

And this labor account is even more special. Because he is the person with the shortest sentence in Dongfeng prison for serious criminals. He was transferred from an ordinary prison. And he is so awesome. He doesn't have to do any work. He can still hold the key when he is fine. Here The prisoner proposed to have a chat. It is not worse than jb discipline.

After Zheng Kun came out, he looked up at the labor number, bared his teeth and said, "Thank you, Tao. The new clothes are good, but they are a bit big. Without you, I have to wait until this time tomorrow. Haha."

"You're welcome.. Let's go. Sign a release certificate. You are free..." Labor No. patted Zheng Kun on the shoulder, said with a smile, locked the door of the cell, and chatted with Zheng Kun. With his hands behind his back and a chain of keys, he walked towards the supervisor's office.

The two arrived at the office, closed the door of the labor number, took out the verdict, and the release certificate from the correctional drawer, took out the ink pad and carbon pen, and said slowly: "Signed..."

"Swipe."

Zheng Kun finished signing quickly. The labor account took a look and left a backup. He smiled and said: "Now you are free. Haha.."

"Cao fuck. The best time. It's a disaster here.. It suffocates me.." Zheng Kun is less than 35 years old. He has stayed for more than 13 years. That is to say. He is in his early twenties. coming.

"Kun. There is a mobile phone here. There is a card in it. There is some money. Not much. You take it first. There is a phone number in it. Hehe. You can figure it out.." The labor number handed out an envelope and put it on It was in Zheng Kun's hand. He said with a light smile.

"When are you going out..."

"Five more months."

"Okay..." Zheng Kun didn't say much, and patted Labor on the shoulder.

"Let's go. Let's see what's going on outside. Hehe." Labor No. nodded and said slowly.

"gone.."

"kindness.."

The two had a simple conversation without any nonsense. Zheng Kun held the envelope and pushed open the door of the office. Wu Jing, who was waiting outside, pointed at Zheng Kun with a gun on his back. He asked blankly: "Is there any violation?" Taste.."

"No."

"What are you holding in your hand?"

"My daughter-in-law wrote me a letter." Zheng Kun was full of nonsense.

"Bring it to me to see."

"Brother, it's convenient. He is my friend. He has no travel expenses. Why can't he be allowed to go back. Isn't it." Labor number sat on the stool in the house, took a sip of water, and said something to the door.

"...Let's go." Wu Jing nodded. Zheng Kun turned his head, waved his hand, turned around and followed Wu Jing and left.

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