Another day has passed in the blink of an eye. There is always not enough time in the prison cell. I go to bed and get up and wait for meals. After eating, I look forward to the next meal. After finishing the next meal, I look forward to dinner. These are all hungry!

To be honest, Baichi usually thinks that he is frugal when he is outside because he has to support his sister's schooling. But when he came here, he realized what frugality is. A piece of white rice looks like three ounces, but he just can't eat enough.

Why? Because there is no oil or water in the stomach.

The dishes for the three meals a day are also varied. In the morning, it is salted radish, at noon, it is boiled radish, and in the evening, it is boiled radish. If you don’t taste it carefully, you really can’t tell that there is salt in it. Really

This is the true meaning of making rough dishes carefully!

As for the oil, I guess the detention center in China removed it in a very humane way for the health of the detainees to avoid diarrhea. After all, we drink tap water from the pipes every day, so we still need to pay attention to hygiene.

Talk about.

After breakfast, everyone in the cell was given a cigarette. Bai Chi was more generous than Shandao in this regard. In his opinion, they were all miserable people, and cigarettes might be the only comfort in the cell.

It is acceptable to smoke for the people below from time to time. But Baichi himself smoked the trumpet that Wang Heping carefully prepared. I don’t know why, but Baichi just likes the taste.

With a trumpet in his mouth and humming an old song from a long time ago, Bai Chi sat in the first position near the iron gate.

"I'm holding the steamed buns in my hand... There's not a drop of oil in the dish... Ever since I said goodbye to you... I've been in the prison building... I can't stop crying.

flow....."

The detainees in Cell 308 rarely made any noise. They sat quietly on the bunks and listened to Bai Chi humming softly. The sad voice echoed in the cell...

Shandao walked back and forth alone in the corridor of the prison cell, with a calm and peaceful expression on his face, and a hint of pride in the spring breeze.

The second-tier old man was still sitting there flipping through the newspaper in his hand without raising his eyes. Wu Zi didn't know if he was infected recently, so he took the wretched Wang Heping there to study the secrets of rolling trumpet tubes.

People gathered in a circle near the general building. Among them were Wei Dongshan, the former fourth grader and now the fifth grader, the tall and round man who went to rob a bank for his daughter, Lu Zhigao, Zhou Dongsheng, Wei Jiabao and several others.

He didn't know where he was mumbling something, and a few malicious glances glanced at Bai Chi who was leaning against the wall and humming a tune from time to time.

The whole cell was filled with a strange atmosphere, which seemed a bit depressing. In fact, Bai Chi was not a fool. He had been squatting in there for more than twenty days. Bai Chi could see the little actions of those people, but he didn't point it out.

He would like to see what kind of fight for power is going on in the prison cell. Is it just relying on fists? That would be simple. But if there is too much movement, will it attract the attention of the detention center? Or make it difficult for Deng Chao? These are all

What Bai Chi couldn't predict.

Looking up at the coaster that seemed to be fine, Bai Chi couldn't help but feel ridiculous for his naivety in the past. How could a gangster tell you anything about morality? Isn't it true that the gangster's rise to power relies on betrayal and blood?

Does it take hard work to get to the top?

Many gangster brothers appear to be bold and responsible people on the surface, but in fact, they betrayed many brothers to get that position, right? It's so ridiculous that I actually call him brother sincerely, thinking that

What a friend worth making.

Thinking of this, Bai Chi's eyes turned to Wu Zi and Wu Dong. To be honest, he couldn't tell Wu Zi's surname, but Bai Chi knew that Wu Zi had been a subordinate of Shan Dao outside. It was impossible to say that Wu Zi was still on Shan Dao's side.

But Takeko is heartless. Now that the atmosphere in the cell is so weird, he is still interested in studying the trumpet with the wretched man? He is probably a person with really well-developed limbs and a simple mind. But I think of the person who just entered the cell at the beginning.

When Wu Zi said something, Bai Chi felt that his judgment was wrong.

Looking at the second-rate old man Yin Xiangrong who was sighing while reading the newspaper next to him, Bai Chi knew that the only person supporting him in the cell now was probably this old man who would fall to the ground if the wind blew.

After looking carefully, the twenty people in the entire cell were divided into four groups. One was himself and the old man; the other was Shandao and Wu Zi;

There were also about ten people sitting silently in the middle of the plank. They seemed to be middle-of-the-road people who were ready to accept the situation. No matter who was the boss, they just wanted to be safe.

The last group of people were the five people surrounding the General Building. Each of these five people were unwilling to suffer losses. They were almost all narrow-minded people who did not appreciate the good things of others and were extremely jealous.

The last few don't want to see other people eating meat and eat carrots by themselves. They don't care that the cigarettes or the meat are sent from other people's homes and have nothing to do with them. But if you don't give them to them, they will hate you.

In their eyes, what's yours is theirs, and what's his has nothing to do with you. Such villains are the most boring and the most looked down upon. But there is an advantage, that is, as long as someone stirs up trouble, they will easily jump out.

To be honest, the only one who still has some conscience is the wretched male Wang Heping. Speaking of which, he is a tough guy who beats people up when he sees them. He even threatened Bai Chi severely when he first came in. It seems that guy is a very shrewd person, no.

You can't tell the atmosphere in the cell, but now he and Wu Zi are lying on the floor rolling a trumpet tube as if they don't know. He is heartless, and he probably just wants to be a wallflower.

There were twenty people in the entire cell. Looking back and forth, Bai Chi was shocked to find that from now on, he would have to fight alone for his dignity, his bowl of white rice, and his daily trumpet.

While Bai Chi was sitting there with his eyes slightly closed, secretly observing and thinking, the wretched man ran over with a newly rolled trumpet in his hand. He smiled charmingly and handed the trumpet to Bai Chi with both hands, saying

Said with flying foam

"Hey! Uncle, this is my new trumpet. You see, I have researched and improved it. I use less tobacco, roll it longer, and smoke it more vigorously. I just use a little more newspaper. Uncle

How about you try it?"

Bai Chi looked at the horn in his hand with a black line, and pinched the tail of the horn with his hand. It was empty, except for a little bit of tobacco at the front end of the horn. Bai Chi couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said angrily.

"Why don't you just use newspapers? That saves trouble. Maybe one cigarette can be used to roll ten trumpets. I will reward you with all these trumpets, okay?"

The wretched man laughed softly with a look of grievance on his face.

"Didn't I roll this for you to eat, uncle? I saw that you like to smoke the trumpet so much, and I wanted to try to see if it would be more exciting for you to just smoke the newspaper..."

"Get out of here...!"
Chapter completed!