I Can Solve Cases, And I Have Become A World Treasure (Volumes 6-9)

Chapter 179: Facing injustice, finding a way out

Meng Dongchen was so sharp, Lu Ming was suddenly startled, he looked unnatural, and reached out to cover the buttons of his police uniform.

Zhang Ruying couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud, "How is it possible, Mr. Meng? In a small cultural performance, the winner is just a basket of fruits. What kind of votes did the prisoner pay?"

After hearing this, Lu Ming's expression brightened slightly. Helped to speak: "Yes, Mr. Meng, don't talk nonsense. Fruits can cost up to a hundred yuan at most."

Meng Dongchen's eyes fell on the prize table. It was indeed a basket of fruits. The most valuable thing in it was probably the red dragon fruit. .

There is really no need to pay for a basket of fruit.

He was reassured a little.

This topic has passed.

-According to prison regulations, prisoners have one day off per week, and most of this day is free time. It's also a legal holiday and I have three days of rest in one go.

Countless people came in and out of Sun Nanchen's cell. "Whoever voted for Brother Sun, please take the form to receive the reward. If you get a perfect score, you will be given a cigarette."

Boxes of Chinese were broken into strips and distributed as rewards.

Soon, white smoke rose from a corner of the prison, and countless prisoners puffed away smoke back to back.

"Damn it, is this the one who squeezed out my skit? Bribing people with cigarettes to increase votes?" Deng Long was furious. He had rehearsed meticulously for this show for more than half a month. You must know that when you have to step on the sewing machine and watch the news broadcast every day, you don't have much time to squeeze out rehearsals. Under such hard work, you got a runner-up.

The reward is only ten buckets of instant noodles.

Deng Long cursed for a long time and suddenly realized something was wrong: "That's wrong. How could this boy named Sun openly sell cigarettes and barter in prison? Where did he get the channels!? I'm going to report him!"

"Oh, Brother Long, haven't you seen the situation clearly? In the past, you were the boss of Area D of our prison, but now you are not."

One of Deng Long's younger brothers was holding a thin white gun in his mouth. Smoke, nicotine exudes an intoxicating bitter aroma, and as he puffs out smoke, white smoke rings slowly rise into the sky.

The younger brother looked extremely relaxed and comfortable.

Smoking and drinking are strictly prohibited in the prison. It is a must. Only half a day has passed. Some prisoners have become unorganized and undisciplined. Some of them even fought over a cigarette butt.

Deng Long looked extremely angry and took a deep breath: "What do you mean by that?"

The younger brother shook his head. After all, we were once brothers. Even if he chose a new owner, he couldn't say it was too cool. Bo's words: "It doesn't mean anything. It's just that... you are declining, and a new sun is rising."

The younger brother is uneducated and can't think of other metaphors to describe what it means for new forces to cover the sky with one hand. In short, he I want to express that there is a new boss in the prison!

Deng Long glared at him fiercely, anger welling up in his chest, "You rebelled against you and forgot that I was there to protect you when you were bullied when you were in prison? Just bought you off with a few cigarettes? Just wait! I'm going to report that guy surnamed Sun right now. Young boy!"