Super Connoisseur

Zhang Feng was reminded by his bald head that he almost strangled his moustache. He didn't know what had happened to him just now. Releasing the Buddha was an instinctive reflection.

He quickly released his hand, directly slid his moustache and sat on the ground. There were several purple finger prints on his neck. He suddenly got fresh air, his lungs were uncomfortable and coughed.

Zhang Feng was also a little frightened. He obviously didn't expect that things would develop to this situation. How did he suddenly become so fast.

The big man and scar face next to him were obviously stunned by Zhang Feng's actions just now. The boy still had this skill. Before that, the big man bullied him so much and the thin monkey humiliated him so much. He didn't make any resistance.

As soon as he did this move, the discerning man knew at a glance that he was an expert. Otherwise, he could not have been so accurate in speed and strength, and moustache was still sitting on the ground panting.

As soon as Zhang Feng saw the moustache sitting on the ground, his face turned from red to pale. He hurried over and asked with concern, "are you... All right?" Zhang Feng said, reaching out to pull up the moustache.

Moustache seemed to be frightened. He quickly waved his hand and avoided Zhang Feng. He stood up shakily holding the wall next to him, and then walked over to the big men.

Zhang Feng had finished going to the toilet. Seeing that he had influenced them to play cards, he also felt a little embarrassed. He went over and said, "you continue, I'm the one who bothered." then he ran back to the workshop and continued his work.

"My grass, fat man, this is the new comer from your house? No wonder you will be so miserable! This guy is a practicing family. Do you still say he is a fool?" scar looked at the big man with an unbelievable face.

Before releasing the Buddha, what the big man said was false and fooled him. What he saw with his own eyes just now is true. This is not the fool they said. It is obviously a person who has practiced.

The big man turned around and looked at the moustache. Although he was frightened, he still had to pretend to be calm in front of so many people. He snorted coldly: "let's see if you dare to stretch out your hands in the future. You deserve it."

Seeing the new comer suddenly become like this, the big man has to look calm on the surface in addition to being shocked in his heart, so as not to be laughed at by people in other rooms.

Sure enough, everyone saw that the big man had already seen nothing strange. Everyone was disgusted in their hearts. The dead fat man seemed to know that. Just now, the little beard was completely dead, and the fat man didn't stop it. It seems that the new comer is really strange.

Zhang Feng obviously disturbed the card game as soon as he came in. At this time, no one has any leisure to continue playing. There are a few finger prints on the moustache's neck. Everyone rowed and pulled the things on the ground. It seems that today's card game is going to end ahead of schedule.

"Come on, come on, let's go. It's a fucking bad luck. I lost more than 100 today, fat man. Remember to give me the cigarette later." scar face said impatiently. He won a lot today, and he has lost several times in a row.

The big man quickly packed up the things on the ground. Although he didn't lose today, he shouldn't win much. He almost forgot the cigarette he promised scar face before. It's just that his external supply hasn't come this month, and he doesn't have much inventory now.

As soon as the scar face reminded him, the big man asked the crowd, "who else wants it? Hurry to report it first. Don't blame me if you don't divide it one by one." last time, bald and Fujian guys almost started work because of insufficient quantity.

The business in this area has been contracted by him alone, so the big man doesn't worry that others will rob his business. Everyone sighs one after another. It's obvious that he hasn't eased from Zhang Feng's shock at the cruel hand under the moustache.

"I'm leaving. It's getting late. I'll have dinner later, fat man. Don't forget to add a chicken leg to the new one in your house at noon. Ha ha ha." the Shandong guy who hasn't talked much all the time playing cards smiled and said to the big man.

Then several people walked out to the workshop, and at this time, moustache was angry and almost vomited blood.

These people had conflicts with him before. Now it's obvious that they don't give him face and embarrass him in front of everyone.

However, moustache had just finished eating and was afraid to say it at the moment. He could only swallow it secretly. When he returned to the prison in the afternoon, he would slowly figure out how to earn this face back.

A newcomer, he can't help it? I believe that even if something happens at that time, the fat man will not be unable to live with him in face. Moreover, the fat man and they have already suffered the new loss. Ha ha, what about his good skills? There must be a way to make him feel overwhelmed at that time.

The dignified people in each room shook and swayed back to the workshop. When they passed Zhang Feng, they all looked at him. At this time, the atmosphere was particularly strange.

The old ghost was worried about Zhang Feng. Did they bully Zhang Feng when he went to the bathroom just now.

However, when he saw the big man come in, his face was full of joy. It seemed that there was nothing unhappy, which made the old ghost feel at ease.

Zhang Feng didn't care to talk to the old ghost when he came back from the toilet. The inspector has been staring at them very close to them. It seems that they have attracted their dissatisfaction because of their whispering before.

Zhang Feng and the old ghost can only focus on the things at hand. While playing with beads, they hope that the dinner broadcast will ring soon.

When the big man returned to his seat, he glanced at the beads in the frame of the mountain. It doesn't matter. The big man was really shocked. The boy is really good. He has completed so much work at once.

It seems that he will be able to complete today's share in a short time. This new comer can't be underestimated. He can finish the work so easily on the first day. We can't underestimate him.

"Old ghost, you shouldn't have helped to make the things in the new frame." the big man was still worried after reading it, so he grabbed the old ghost and asked. Maybe the old ghost was afraid that he couldn't finish it, so he might deliberately give him water.

Anyway, the old ghost has been doing that task every day for so long that he must be able to complete the task soon. According to the old ghost's previous care for him, he is likely to drain water for the new one. Maybe the dead old man put his things in the new frame.

When the old ghost heard the big man say this, he shook his head like a rattle. "I didn't work for him. I can't finish it here myself. He made it all by himself." the old ghost thought, if the big man misunderstood him, how can he be a man in the room at that time.

The big man looked at the bamboo pole and cousin next to him. They also said that the old ghost was not waterproof. The big man sat down suspiciously. He saw that more than half of it had been made in Zhang Feng's frame. He directly reached out and grabbed it.

Then he said to Zhang Feng with a smile, "little brother, you're still very fast. I'll check whether you pass the inspection or not." then he put the things in Zhang Feng's box in front of him, so that he directly completed half of his task.

Zhang Feng looked at the few frames left in front of him. Although he was unhappy, he still couldn't compete with the big man. He thought he could help the old ghost after he finished. Now it's still a problem to see whether he can finish the task on time.

In a flagrant way, Zhang Feng Kwai Chai can only speed up his hands and think that he will earn two points today. He must not lose the two points because of his overbearing bossy.

Today is his first day of work. If he doesn't earn points, how will he live in the future. Zhang Feng has been very clear about the importance of scores here. He also knows that he has no foreign aid and can only rely on himself. Otherwise, he will be abused and die here at that time.

Everyone in the workshop is struggling for this meager score. No one has the leisure to chat with their parents. Only the prisoners in each room are particularly free.

They don't seem to take this workload in mind at all. They are just busy with their own work. They all seem to want to finish the task early and then do more extra work.

After a while, I only heard the radio ringing in the corridor outside. At this time, there was a signal to rest at noon. At this time, the foreman sat outside and shouted, "finish work." then he went to the canteen himself.

The patrol orderly asked these prisoners to put down their things, and checked them carefully one by one. All tools in the workshop should be placed on the table, and the finished products are not allowed to be carried and hidden.

In short, everything in this can't be taken out by them. They can only come in empty handed and go out empty handed.

Only two small tools are needed to string beads. Before leaving, these two small tools must be placed on their respective countertops and checked by patrolmen row by row. After checking, they can line up in turn.

When passing through the door, they have to be searched. Only those who have been searched and checked can safely go out to eat. Zhang Feng also cooperated with the inspection. At this time, he heard a group of inspectors tease the moustache and say, "Yo, who bit your neck."

As soon as the inspector said this, the people next to him laughed. It turned out that they all took the mark on the mustache neck as the mark left by the fierce nightlife, which made everyone laugh.

Those who knew the truth obviously didn't want to spare their moustaches. They laughed and joked: "did you find that little fresh meat in the toilet last night? Tut tut Tut, can't you see that it's so busy during the day and not idle at night."

"I said, moustache, can you stop blatantly telling us that you have sex and everyone is human? Can you take care of the mood of your brothers? If you're going to take off your pants and reward us? We absolutely don't mind!"

"Hahaha... We can make do with it. Moustache, come to my room in the evening and let the fire out together."