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Chapter 1857 Life in prison, uncle's reminder
Cell No. 20 is about square meters in size, and the overall environment is very good.

Because Wu Mingfan's previous cell, although also about 20 square meters, housed dozens of people. The floor was a bumpy concrete floor, and the beds were just some rough wooden boards. As there were too many people and too few rooms, some people had to sleep on the floor.

There are a little fewer people here, and the six or seven people all look different in temperament.

One of them was an old man with a thin face, who looked to be over 70 years old. Unlike the others, he was not wearing prison uniform, but a washed-out Zhongshan suit. However, his eyes were bright and lively!

The old man was in good spirits, without a single grayish color. Although his old face was full of wrinkles, there was no trace of the shabby look of an old man, but instead, there was a hint of wisdom.

At this moment, he was reading a newspaper on the bed near the window. He looked as if he was not in prison, but in his own bedroom. He was relaxed and not affected by the environment.

When I heard the familiar name "Uncle", I looked up and found that I didn't know this person.

"Baby, do you know me?"

"No... I don't know you, I just feel like you are an elder!" Wu Mingfan made up an excuse.

"Okay, from now on just listen to your uncle's arrangements here. If you remember anything, just call me!" The attitude of the prison guard was relatively good, and he had just been greeted by the Economic Investigation Department.

"Uncle, where do I live?" Wu Mingfan held his luggage and said respectfully.

My uncle has been prosperous for most of his life. He was successful at a young age and joined the stock exchange at the age of 16. He got his own economic license at the age of 18. In the first half of his life, he had everything he wanted and stirred up the storm on the Huangpu River.

I've experienced all kinds of things and met all kinds of people.

At this moment, there was no ripple in his heart, as if Wu Mingfan was not as interesting as the economic newspaper in his hand. He casually stretched out his thin hand and pointed.

“There’s room over there!”

"Thank you, uncle~"

Probably because of Wu Mingfan's politeness, the uncle raised his head and smiled.

"Baby, don't be afraid when you come here. We are all together because of fate. This place is different from other places~"

"Okay, uncle!" Wu Mingfan did not go up to him to get close to him. He walked to an empty bed against the wall, put down his bedding and began to tidy it up.

Ward No. 8 is very different. Including myself and my uncle, there are only six people in the whole room. And it is not like the big dormitory beds in other cells. Instead, there are five bunk beds neatly arranged along the wall.

Clean and tidy, no odor,

There were iron bars and iron gates in front of them. The iron gates were locked. When the guard was on patrol, everything was within his surveillance line of sight. There was no place to hide.

Moreover, prisoners have to wear prison uniforms and shave their heads when they get a haircut, because they only have the opportunity to get a haircut once a month. But here, except for the uncle, there are obvious differences among the inmates, as they don't have bald heads but short flat heads.

There are even desks and chairs, and there is a toilet sign on the left side, which is considered VIP treatment in Tilanqiao.

For other cells, there are basically only a toilet in the corner facing the iron gate, not to mention tables, chairs and toilets. Every morning, prisoners come to empty the toilet, and three meals a day are delivered by prisoners. You can only squat there to eat, and you have to eat, drink, defecate and urinate in the small cell, so the taste is naturally mixed.

"Young man, what's your name?"

Wu Mingfan was about to lean over and rest for a while, when he heard a voice and turned sideways. It turned out to be his elder brother lying on the bed next to him.

Of course, calling him "big brother" may not be appropriate, because he looks to be in his 40s. He is so chubby that the bed sways when he moves a little. Wearing these glasses gives him a gentle feeling.

"Hello, brother. My name is Wu Mingfan~"

Anyone who can be kept in this VIP cell must be very important. Now that the case has taken a turn for the better, he will probably be released soon. He cannot offend anyone at this time.

"Let's talk about him. How did he get in?" As he said this, he took out a half-smoked cigarette from somewhere, put it in front of his nose and smelled it without lighting it, his eyes looking a little intoxicated.

"I..." Wu Mingfan briefly introduced his experience, of course with some reservations, because in other words, no one who could come in was a good person.

Through chatting, I learned that the big brother named Yang Jingmao was imprisoned here because he made some financial mistakes, but his family is very wealthy and has made arrangements.

There were two people in their fifties or sixties on the bed opposite. They must have made mistakes in their early years. They were silent and reading books.

The remaining one was a young man, who looked a few years younger than Wu Mingfan. He was lying on the upper bunk, reading a novel with relish, and from time to time one could hear him laughing.

The only one left was the uncle, who was the most distinctive person in the cell. Not only did he not wear prison uniforms, but his bed was filled with newspapers and books, and there was even a cup of steaming tea at the bedside. But Wu Mingfan did not act like the protagonist in the novel, who approached the uncle as soon as he saw him.

Because old hands like these, although they appear amiable on the surface, are actually more wary than anyone else. Moreover, the 1980s and 1990s were turbulent, and they didn't have many thoughts about the financial industry.

I talked a lot with Yang Jingmao. This big brother must be going crazy. No one in the cell is willing to chat with him. Everyone else has their own things to do, but he has no hobbies, or he can't realize them here at all.

Of course Wu Mingfan also knew a lot of information. For example, there was no need to say much about those two old men. They were just not qualified enough to go to Qincheng.

The remaining young man was called Qi Weihong, a name very representative of the era. He was imprisoned because he had an upright father. In that era, shaking hands might be considered hooliganism.

"Afan, do you know why your uncle doesn't have to wear this outfit?" Yang Jingmao looked mysterious. On the surface, he was asking a question, but he probably felt uncomfortable if he didn't say it out loud.

Wu Mingfan was trying not to laugh, but he also cooperated: "Why?"

"That's because..." He had just started talking when he heard footsteps outside.

"dinner time!"

There are also levels among prisoners. For example, helping in the kitchen is a good job because you can move around freely and help pass some information among prisoners.

"Hey, Old Liu, what's the dish today?" Yang Jingmao was very outgoing and could even chat with the laborers who came to deliver the food.

“Stir-fried pork and cabbage!”

"Oh, why is it cabbage again this week? I hate eating cabbage the most!" Yang Jingmao curled his lips with a look of disgust.

Little do people know that even adding a little more oil to stir-fried cabbage with pork slices is considered New Year's Eve in ordinary prison areas, and ordinary steamed corn bread is sometimes not even served with pickles.

So when the laborer serving food outside heard this, he said unhappily, "You are the one who talks the most all day long, Old Yang. In my opinion, you should be transferred to the ordinary prison area!"

"Cut~"

"Uncle, Xiao Qi, and the two elders, let's eat!"

"Hey, you're new here, right? You've caught up with the weekly meal improvement. Come on, uncle will prepare some more food for you!"

"Uncle xiaxia!" Wu Mingfan thanked with a smile.

Maybe he was hungry, and he had only eaten one steamed bun a day for the past two days, which was enough to make him cry. Looking at the steaming hot food, he picked up the chopsticks and the lunch box with trembling hands and was about to wolf it down.

The uncle over there was very ceremonial when eating. He didn't use the uniformly distributed bowls and chopsticks. Instead, he took out his own chopsticks from the box and wiped them.

The two beds were next to each other with a wooden table in the middle, so I couldn't help but remind them when I saw this.

"Baby, you are short of oil and water in your stomach. If you keep eating like this, you will get a stomachache!"

Wu Mingfan finally reacted and picked out the meat with reluctance.

"Thank you, uncle~"

The uncle smiled without saying anything and continued to eat his meal in an orderly manner. He looked like someone who had definitely received a good education. He chewed his food slowly and didn't say a word. He almost ate the pork and cabbage like Western food.

Wu Mingfan did not make himself bored. After dinner, he played chess with Lao Yang for a while, then washed his feet and went to bed. This was the only time he slept so soundly since his rebirth. He even felt like he was in a dream.

Let's not talk about the "small cell" first. Even in the prison area, it's suffering. There are so many people that no one can sleep on their back at night. They have to sleep on their side. No one can curl up their legs because others will be unable to sleep. Everyone has to turn over together.

Even talking in sleep or snoring will wake you up, which is definitely a mental blow and physical torture.

"Hoo~" Within a few minutes, the sound of snoring could be heard.

At this time, the uncle on the bed opposite opened his eyes, got up, put on his shoes, took down his clothes from the clothes rack on the wall and put them on. He walked to the door and the next second a key came out of his clothes pocket.

He just opened the door and left in such a dignified manner!
To be continued...

(End of this chapter)