"Hungry him, and don't give him water." Chen Guanlou ordered the jailers, "Let him starve for a few days first." The jailer Xiao Jin reminded in a low voice: "Chen, I think Mr. Jiang is often hungry. It's probably useless to starve him for a few days." People who are often hungry have their own way to deal with hunger, and they are better at dealing with hunger than others. "I believe he can survive for ten days or half a month without water, but I don't believe he can survive for three days without water." Chen Guanlou has never been hungry, but he is knowledgeable, and he has a lot of information in his mind. Scientific research has shown that people can starve, but they can't live without water. "What if he still can't pay after three days?" What to do? How could he know what to do? He was not a debt collector in his previous life. Jiang Fengyu is a bachelor, who is alone in the capital as an official, and his family members are all in his hometown thousands of miles away. He can't fly thousands of miles away to catch people. "We'll talk about it when the time comes!" The ten thousand jailers obviously can't wait. After solving Jiang Fengyu, there must be other means to target him later. In the final analysis, his existence has reached the limit of the tolerance of all the jailers. He must be driven away before all the jailers can take a breath. Jiang Fengyu played this card beautifully, which was really disgusting to Chen Guanlou.
He couldn't just sit there and wait for death. The Jia-shaped prison has a death rule, that is money. Money is the root of everything and the standard of everything. What he said before was true. The higher-ups haven't given rice money or salary for half a year. The salary and bonuses that everyone receives every month, the food and oil money for the food and drink in the prison, damn, are all earned by the jailers themselves. Seeing that the prison can solve the money problem by itself, the higher-ups feel more at ease not to allocate funds. The low-level officials in the capital have had a hard time in the past six months. They dare not say it openly, but they curse the old emperor in private, saying that he is not doing anything! This is forcing everyone to find ways to embezzle and earn living expenses. In order to practice Taoism and seek immortality, the old emperor is greedier and greedier every year. If there is some money in the account of the Ministry of Revenue, it will be transferred away. The salaries of officials will be delayed and not paid, just to make everyone suffer. Occasionally, when everyone is making a fuss, they will symbolically distribute some rice to stop everyone from talking. Fortunately, Chen Guanlou works in the Tianlao, where he can ask prisoners for money to solve the problem of the government office having no money. If he works in other government offices, he will probably worry about not having rice to cook. He invited Lu Datou to dinner. Seeing that he was frowning, Lu Datou asked him, "Is Wan Yuli causing trouble for you again?" "You are well-informed." "In the Jia-shaped prison, only Wan Yuli is not on good terms with you. Apart from him, who else would make things difficult for you." Lu Datou threw a peanut into his mouth and took a sip of wine. "Tell me, what can I do for you?" Chen Guanlou offered him a glass of wine, and asked the store to add two more side dishes, and whispered: "What leverage does Wan Yuli have?" When Lu Datou heard this, he was both terrified and excited, "Are you really going to do it?" Chen Guanlou did not admit it, but said: "It's better to be prepared. We can't always be held hostage by him, we have to have countermeasures." Lu Datou pondered for a while, and the dishes on the plate were visibly reduced, "I haven't told Wan Yuli about this person, but I have had dealings with his brother-in-law, and we gambled in the same gambling house." "Real brother-in-law?" Chen Guanlou immediately became interested. Lu Datou chuckled, "Wan Yuli has a mistress outside. His wife is very fierce, so he has never dared to speak out. This brother-in-law is his mistress's brother from her mother's family. He often asks his mistress for money to gamble." Chen Guanlou became more and more interested and asked, "What kind of person is he?"
"Even worse than me, he does all kinds of things, including eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. Once he even wanted to have a white girl, owed money to a prostitute, and was chased through several streets and beaten." Chen Guanlou understood in his heart and could basically draw a picture of what this brother-in-law looked like. What surprised him even more was that Lu Datou actually had self-awareness and knew that he was a rotten person! Rare! Rare! "This brother-in-law must have done a lot of bad things outside under the banner of Wan Yuli." Chen Guanlou asked. Lu Datou nodded heavily, "That kid is greedy for money and lustful, and likes to tease decent women. Several times when he got into trouble, it was Wan Yuli who stepped in to settle the matter. That kid doesn't learn his lesson. Every time he gets into trouble, he behaves for a while, but then he falls back into his old habits." Chen Guanlou gradually had a vague idea in his mind, but he just needed to perfect the details. "Thank you, Big Head Brother. I know that there is nothing in this capital that Big Head Brother doesn't know." "Hahaha... Brothers, don't talk about this." Lu Datou has a wide range of contacts, and he is familiar with all kinds of people in the capital. If you want to find out something, you can't go wrong with him. It's just that he likes gambling too much. He wants to fight to the death at the gambling table for a penny. In the Jia-shaped prison, there are Wan Yuli, but not Chen Guanlou. With Chen Guanlou, there are no Wan Yuli. This matter must be resolved, and it can't be vague anymore. Otherwise, there will be countless troubles later, and he will be exhausted to deal with them, and finally leave the Jia-shaped prison in disgrace. Chen Guanlou was unwilling to leave, so he could only ask Wan Yuli to leave. Wan Yuli had weaknesses, but he did not, which was where he was stronger than the other party. Three days passed in a flash. Chen Guanlou once again came to the cell door where Jiang Fengyu was imprisoned. "Master Jiang, have you thought about it?" Jiang Fengyu could endure three days of hunger. After three days without drinking water, Jiang Fengyu felt that he was about to die and might go to see the King of Hell at any time. Chen Guanlou held a glass of water in his hand, a glass of tasteless plain water. But in Jiang Fengyu's eyes, it is more attractive than any good wine and food. He almost crawled to the cell door. "Give me water, give me water!" "Where's the money? As long as you give me money, I'll have water every day." "Give me water, I want to drink water." Jiang Fengyu's mind was filled with water, water, water, and he couldn't listen to anything at all. "The water is right here!" Chen Guanlou winked, and jailer Xiao Jin took out the wet cotton and gently wiped Jiang Fengyu's lips. That little bit of moisture was like rain, and Jiang Fengyu's desire for water became stronger and stronger. He cried, really cried. After being an official for so many years, I have endured all kinds of hardships. He thought he was indestructible, but he didn't expect that the jailer only used it for three days and had already made him collapse and cry bitterly before he was tortured. The pain and grievances I have suffered in this life are nothing compared to the suffering of these three days. It turns out that not drinking water is far more painful than being hungry, and is far better than all the suffering. "I really have no money! I can do whatever you want me to do, but I really have no money." “If you don’t have money, borrow it.” "I can't borrow it!"
"No, you can borrow it." After that, jailer Xiao Jin, like a magician, took out an IOU and said, "Master Jiang, you can see clearly that we do things with conscience. The interest rate of 30% a year is very conscientious compared to compound interest. You sign and pledge it." , you borrowed the money at that time. From now on, you can study in peace in Tianlao, eat well, and pay back the money when you go out." "Sitong Bank?" Jiang Fengyu took a closer look and found that it was a bank loan with only a signature and fingerprints. "It's Sitong Bank, a good boy. When the bank heard that Mr. Chiang was lending money to save his life, they readily agreed. For the sake of Tianlao, how about not charging you a compound interest? This is comparable to It would be better for you to borrow money from outside." Jiang Fengyu took the borrowed ticket tremblingly, looked at the tea cup in Chen Guanlou's hand, and said painfully: "I sign, I borrow!"