The formal appointment letter has not been issued for a day, and Prisoner Chen is still Prisoner Chen. But all the jailers in the three prisons, including Tianlu and Tianlu, treated him as the jailer. Xu Fugui took the initiative to invite him to inspect the C-shaped prison and give work instructions. Chen Guanlou said bluntly: "This is not busy. Don't listen to the wind. If it doesn't happen in the end, wouldn't I be very embarrassed? Then, I will become a laughing stock. Will you compensate me?" "That can't be done!" "Absolutely not!" "The position of prison chief belongs to none other than Mr. Chen." "All the previous jailers have done as well as Mr. Chen. Although Mr. Chen is not actually a jailer yet, he has long been known as a jailer." "If the superiors renege on their word, we will go to the Ministry of Punishment to petition." "Yes, just go and petition." "Nonsense! How can you petition? Isn't this just putting Mr. Chen on the stove to roast? If the higher-ups really go back on their words, we should pool money to send gifts to Mr. Chen to ensure that things return to the original track."
"It makes sense." “Why don’t we collect the money now.” "Hey, hey, that's almost enough." Chen Guanlou saw that everyone was getting more and more outrageous, so he quickly interrupted, "I don't need anyone to raise money for me to run for office. When it comes time to spend money, I have the money myself. , and I can find a way. Once the appointment letter comes, I will treat everyone to a drink, and I will never let you spend money on me." "Remember, remember." "It's better for Mr. Chen to be considerate of us. It's not like the previous prison chief who demanded money as soon as he took office." "It's your kindness that you show sympathy to me. But we can't be ignorant. When your elders get promoted and get rich, we should contribute our share. When the time comes, I hope you'll accept it and don't despise us for being vulgar." have to! After talking for a long time, I was still thinking about how to collect some money. This has become a routine practice in Tianlao. Whenever a new warden takes office, each prison, each jailer, and the jailers below, one by one, pool money to send gifts to congratulate the new warden on taking office. Chen Guanlou didn't want to do this. However, looking at it like this, if he doesn't collect money from members according to the rules, I'm afraid everyone will be uneasy and speculate whether he wants to cut off everyone's income and line their own pockets. I bet his credibility is limited to his role as a jailer, and only to a prison of the size of a letter A. After a few years of busy work, this is it, haha! These cheap guys really want to beat him up when he becomes the prison chief. Lei Yucheng's departure had no impact on his life, and he continued to live his life as an errand. Chen Guan went downstairs to the prison and inspected the cells from beginning to end. If there were any problems, he raised them in person and demanded rectification on time. Finally, we arrived at the cell where Jiang Tu was held. How miserable!
Horrible! He was fine when he left, but when he came back, he was no longer the same person. I used to think that not having a single piece of good skin on my body was an exaggeration, but now I know it is clearly a reflection of reality. He didn't look human, lying on the ground like a dog, his limbs twisted and his bones broken but not reattached. One of the patellas poked out, causing people to frown and feel a kind of phantom pain. It felt like my own bones were being poked out, which made me feel uncomfortable. A large piece of his left cheek was scorched, and he was almost blind, and his appearance was completely disfigured. Even if a miracle doctor comes in person, he cannot cure such a tragic disfigurement. "What's going on? Didn't you treat him? With such a serious injury, do you want him to suffer to death? Come here, go and invite Medical Officer Mu. It's ridiculous! There are no rules for treating prisoners harshly in the prison. How can each one of them be treated badly? As a errand." Chen Guanlou got angry and cursed loudly. Never mind what Jiang Tu did before. He is now Tianlao's serious big customer, the God of Wealth. Does anyone treat the God of Wealth like this? It's unreasonable to do nothing after receiving money. This is breaking the rules of Tianlao. "Don't... don't treat me!" Jiang Tu didn't feel dizzy. He raised his head in a daze, "Don't treat me, I want to die! Let me die!" The jailer on the side was also in a dilemma, "Sir, the younger ones have been urging Mr. Jiang to receive treatment, but Mr. Jiang refused. Whoever gives him medicine will seek death or life. The younger ones have nothing to do." Chen Guanlou frowned, squatted down, and stared at Jiang Tu, "Master Jiang, why is this so painful? Doesn't it hurt? Let Medical Officer Mu prescribe you some painkillers to numb you." "Let me die! I am living now, and death is worse than death. Prisoner Chen, Chen Guanlou, can you help me one last time? Let me die, and die happily. Wuwu... I am a coward, I did not commit suicide. Courage, just hope to die soon.” As if Jiang Tu had seen a savior, his suppressed emotions were instantly released and he burst into tears. Chen Guanlou waved his hand, indicating to the jailer to leave the kettle and everyone left. He dipped a cotton cloth in water and wiped the other person's lips. The opponent's limbs were broken and he couldn't even drink water. Not to mention urinating and defecating. Sure enough, life is worse than death. Fortunately it is still spring and the weather is not hot. If it were Xia Tian, he would have to bear more than twice the sin. "Have you explained everything clearly?" "They wanted me to bite others, but although I, Jiang Tu, am a villain, I am also a principled villain. If I don't want to, they will force me to death. I can't stand it anymore. Next time I'll be tortured. I'm afraid I can't bear it anymore. If I really want to follow their wishes, I'll bite others as they please. Prisoner Chen, I can't bear it anymore. Please let me die. If you are willing to help me, No. 37 Majia Lane, That place has nothing to do with me. No matter how you search, you can’t find it on me. I’ll give it to you as a reward.” Jiang Tu only had his neck still flexible, and he kowtowed frequently, just hoping to die quickly and end his painful life. Chen Guanlou sighed, "I'll ask you a few questions, and you answer me honestly. We'll discuss whether to live or not later, how about that?" "Okay, ask. I will tell you everything I know." "How much do you know about the altar bombing?" "As far as I know, the bombing of the religious bandits involved the Huang royal family and several important officials in the court. The one who jumped the most, Zhao Mingqiao, must have also been involved. I'm not sure whether the nobles intervened, but the nobles must be insiders. There were two groups of people who took action. One group was religious bandits. The other group, you can understand as bandits in official clothing." "The religious bandits were also involved in the altar bombing?" Chen Guanlou was not surprised at all that the royal family and the dignitaries in the court were involved in the bombing. He was not even surprised to hear the name of Zhao Mingqiao. He was only very surprised about the religious bandits. Why are there shadows of religious bandits everywhere? They were dead before, but now they are so active. I am not used to it. "Humph! The religious bandits are no longer the White Lotus Sect. You can think of the White Lotus Sect now as being kept in captivity. They are told to go east, but they dare not go west." "According to you, the death of the late emperor is in doubt?"
"The late emperor was killed by someone. The religious bandits were responsible for the action, but you can suspect the biggest person behind the scenes." "Are you talking about the new emperor?"