After becoming Long Si's disciple, Jiang Zhen's time in the room had reached its limit. The two of them discussed for a while and decided to start learning from tomorrow onwards. Then, Jiang Zhen walked out of the cell with an empty metal lunchbox.
Walking out of Dragon Four's personal cell, it was like walking out of endless darkness. The sun was shining brightly outside, and Jiang Zhen's true appearance was gradually revealed.
His 1.9-meter tall figure made him look more imposing than others. His sword-like eyebrows and eagle-like eyes made him look handsome, but also gave people a sense of ruthlessness.
He was dressed in a prison guard uniform, which made him look even more heroic.
However, he seemed to have deliberately unbuttoned a few buttons on his police uniform, giving people the impression that he was ostentatious.
A combination of contradictions!
He believed that this would be the first impression of anyone who saw Jiang Zhen.
Walking out of the layers of cells, Jiang Zhen arrived at the outer area.
When he saw Jiang Zhen, he immediately said in a displeased tone,"Hey, mainlander, why did you take so long to deliver the food? Are you sleeping inside? Are you lazy?"
When Jiang Zhen heard this, a trace of disgust flashed across his eyes. He smiled and said,"Uncle Xing, how dare I! It's just that you know about the old man's condition inside. His body seems to be dying, so he's a little slow.”
"Bah…! No wonder I've been losing every day in horse racing for the past month. Every day, I have to deliver food to a dying person. How can I not be unlucky?”
Uncle Xing spat a few times, his face full of bad luck, but he did not have the slightest doubt.
Then, he glanced at Jiang Zhen and continued,"You guys from the mainland, did you have a grudge against me in your past life? We met at the gambling table after work, and there's still one following me at work all day. Sigh, when will this life end…?”
Uncle Xing, Wang Yuxing, the old prison guard of Stanley.
Going to work every day and gambling after work was almost Uncle Xing's life.
According to rumors, Uncle Xing had once been won by a gambler from the mainland at a gambling table. From then on, he was not very friendly to the mainlanders.
Ever since Jiang Zhen came to Stanley, he had been hanging out with Uncle Xing every day. He didn't learn anything else, but he had heard a lot of gossip about the prison.
"What are you still standing there for? Haven't you had enough of this damn place? Let's go!"
After muttering for a while, Uncle Xing glanced at Jiang Zhen and signaled for her to leave.
Along the way, Uncle Xing's mouth was not idle. He was still nagging,"I heard from the higher-ups that this place will be demolished soon. There's no need for so many independent heavy punishment prison cells.”
"I don't know who that old man inside is or who he offended. He's been locked up in this godforsaken place for 50 years, which is longer than the time I've been employed.”
"If it were me, I wouldn't be able to stand being locked up for two days. There's no one here. It's worse than death!”
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Jiang Zhen didn't say a word as he listened to Uncle Xing's rambling. He followed behind him silently, and his admiration for Long Si grew.
After leaving the northernmost cell area of Stanley Prison, the two of them quickly arrived at the center of the prison.
This was a huge field.
Standing on the high ground of the field, he could see everything in Stanley Prison.
There were a total of 500 individual cells, 50 large cells, and a prison hospital consisting of 50 beds and 6 isolation wards.
There were also printing and laundry factories, kitchen, staff dormitories, etc. The facilities were quite complete.
Someone once said that if there was a place in Xiangjiang that could be self-sufficient, it would be the Stanley Prison.
At this moment, many prisoners were being released on the field.
They were wearing the same prison uniform, some of them sweating as they ran around the field, playing basketball, and other intense sports.
Some of them were surrounding the small wooden table and playing a unique game of chess in the prison.
There were also some who were sneaky and gathered in groups of three to five. It was unknown what they were discussing.
As prison guards, as long as the prisoners did not do anything special, they were free to do as they pleased during their free time.
"Uncle Xing, did you win the horse race yesterday? Is my insider information reliable?”
"Uncle Xing, you still believe him? You've already lost so much. You can't trust this big mouth Rong!”
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Uncle Xing had been in this prison for decades and was very popular. Whether it was prisoners or prison guards, they liked to greet him when they met.
"Come on, let's go back and rest early. We still have to watch these bastards work in the afternoon.”Uncle Xing casually chatted with the prisoner for a while before leaving the field with Jiang Zhen and returning to the dormitory to rest.
There was nothing he could do. The work of a prison guard was actually extremely hard. He had to stay in the prison five days a week, eating and living in the dormitory. Only on the weekends would they have two days off to leave this place.
Jiang Zhen was a newcomer from the mainland, so he wasn't popular at all. The work assigned to him was also the most tiring and dangerous.
They walked around the field like normal prison guards and watched the prisoners play until their work was over.
Jiang Zhen's workload was much heavier.
Perhaps some people would say that they were all guards, so what was the difference?
In fact, this was not the case. There was a lot of knowledge inside, and the guards had to wait and see.
The first-class warden, Warden Stanley, was responsible for guarding the prison guards. As long as he arranged the work, sat in the office, blew the fan, and commanded them to do their job well, it would be fine.
The second-class guard was Deputy Warden Stanley. If the Warden used his mouth, then he used his legs. He would walk around the prison twice a day to show off his power and be praised by others. Then, he would arrange some specific matters.
However, compared to the warden, the deputy warden was not an easy job. Usually, he didn't mind when he had nothing to do, but when something happened, he would be the one to take the blame.
What if something went wrong in the prison? Of course, the warden wouldn't take it. To be able to sit in the boss's position here, his relationship with the warden wasn't shallow. At this time, the deputy warden in charge of the specific arrangements had to step in.
There was no doubt that the boss's general direction was correct. Why would there be a problem? Of course, it was because the small turn at the bottom was not done well. It was the responsibility of the deputy warden.
Nine out of ten of them left with a huge black wok on their backs. The remaining one was even more unlucky. He offended the criminal and was killed outside.
Next up were the third-grade wardens, the experienced prison guards.
These people had one thing in common. They knew how to suck up to their superiors and knew Stanley like the back of their hands.
With these as support, they could choose to compete for some easy jobs, such as watching prisoners entertain themselves, or watching prisoners work in laundry factories, etc.
These were the easiest jobs, and the key was that they wouldn't involve other responsibilities!
The last few guards were Uncle Xing and Jiang Zhen.
Watching prisoners working in the wild, there was a possibility that they might encounter prisoners breaking out of prison.
Moreover, the tools used for field work were all weapons that could be used as " lethal weapons." If the criminals stole one or fought on the spot, the responsibility would be on the guards.
Moreover, the environment in the wilderness was harsh. It was no different from a construction site. The sun was high in summer, and the north wind was blowing in winter. The prisoners were half dead from fatigue, and the prison guards were not much better.
Fortunately, Jiang Zhen had a strong foundation in martial arts, so he chose to keep a low profile. If it was according to his temper in his previous life, he would have already thrown a tantrum.
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