Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Zhou Yiming was stunned: "You mean..."

Zhang Bingqian said: "If Pei Yan doesn't die, this matter will not only cause trouble for me, but also for Duan Huaiwen. Therefore, we must take advantage of this moment to kill Pei Yan.

As long as Pei Yan dies in the detention center, our unfavorable situation will be reversed immediately.

"And Duan Huaiwen, that mad dog, will definitely go head-to-head with Lu Jianbang. It will be a fight to the death. As long as we stay hidden, we can just sit back and watch the tigers fight!"

Zhou Yiming finally understood what Zhang Bingqian meant. He nodded without hesitation.

"Commander, I understand. Don't worry, leave this matter to me."

Zhang Bingqian nodded and kept reminding,

"You must do it secretly, don't let anyone find out!"

Zhou Yiming said seriously, "Don't worry, I know who to find to do this kind of thing."

Zhang Bingqian smiled and said, "Very good, just go ahead and do it. I don't care about the process, I only care about the results."

In the detention center's cell, Pei Yan knelt in the toilet like a puddle of mud. He couldn't help but vomit, and the prisoners around him laughed.

This tender young man knelt in front of them and served them like a dog. At this moment, he was satisfied both physically and psychologically.

The prisoner in charge waved his hand.

"Let him wash himself clean, I will hug him to sleep at night."

The prisoners burst into laughter again, and Pei Yan's eyes turned red. At this moment, his tears of humiliation finally flowed down...

After dinner, someone knocked on the iron gate. The head of the prisoner group hurried over with a smile on his face. A guard whose face could not be seen whispered a few words to him. The head of the prisoner hesitated a little. The guard said a few more words, and he nodded in agreement.

After more than ten minutes, the iron gate opened and two burly bald prisoners walked in with gloomy faces, carrying luggage rolls.

Seeing these two people, not only the prisoner leader, but almost all the prisoners stood up, bowed together and shouted,

"Second Master! Third Master!"

Someone had already come forward and took the luggage from their hands. The iron door behind them slammed shut. The two prisoners looked at these people with disdain. One of the younger ones spat and cursed.

"Fuck! How do you live in this fucking house? What the hell is that smell? It's so stinky, don't you even flush the toilet? It stinks!"

The prisoners in the cell hung their heads, not daring to breathe. The one called Erye touched his shaved head and leaned back.

A young criminal who had committed theft cleverly jumped onto the bed and bent down to get behind the second master. The second master just leaned on him and smiled.

"You have a keen eye, little bastard. Follow me from now on."

The little prisoner was shaken by his huge body, but he was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling and kept saying,

"Thank you, Master!"

The second master closed his eyes, and the head of the prisoner in charge of the cell quickly kicked the old man with glasses.

"You have no sense, why don't you go give the Second Master a massage!"

The old prisoner hurried forward and gave the second master a leg massage.

The prisoner leader took out a half-pack of cigarettes from somewhere, took out a cigarette and respectfully presented it to the Second Master.

The second master closed his eyes and said nothing. The old prisoner's massage technique was quite good, making him feel very comfortable. The third master glanced at the cigarette box and spat in contempt.

"Aren't you guys that poor? You're still smoking Daqianmen cigarettes, 8 cents a box, and you want us to buy them? Are you fucking tired of living?"

The prisoner fell to his knees with a thud, and cried out,

"Third Master, Third Master, this group is full of poor people. A while ago, a guy came and boasted to us, saying that his father was the section chief of the Grain Bureau and his grandfather was in the Municipal Party Committee Organization Department. We were intimidated at the time and did not recruit him.

We had originally planned to meet him in two days and have him confess, but it turned out he had no penis hair, not even a single person to see him, so we just left him alone."

The Second Master snorted.

"Weng San'er, you're getting worse the older you get. Do you trust someone so easily? Don't you know that the harder you deal with them, the more likely they are to come down?"

No wonder you've been in the underworld for twenty years and are still a small fry. But who is this person? I'd like to see this high-ranking official's son. Bring him here so I can see him."

The prisoner leader waved his hand hastily, and two prisoners had already arrived at the toilet. One of them carried Pei Yan to the other side,

Before he even got there, San Ye almost vomited when he saw it. What the hell is this? His face is all white. The smell is even stronger than a toilet.

The two prisoners quickly dragged Pei Yan away a little, and Weng Saner came over with a grin.

"Alas, Third Master, this fellow can't be used as a sacrifice, so we brothers are just making fun of him."

The Third Master waved his hand.

"Wash him, you guys really know how to have fun."

Weng Saner waved his hands quickly, and the two prisoners threw Pei Yan into the toilet and flushed him with the water pipe.

Pei Yan's internal heat rose, and with the stimulation of the cold water, he gurgled, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted. If this happened at home, his parents would be heartbroken, but in a place like this, no one would even look at him even if he died.

No matter when, in detention centers and prisons, human life is the cheapest.

The Second Master opened his eyes, and Weng Saner came over hurriedly.

"Second Master, why did you come to our little place? I'm sorry for putting you and Third Master in such a difficult position..."

The Second Master gave him a contemptuous look.

"Do I need to explain to you what I do?"

Weng Saner quickly said,

"I dare not,"

The Second Master waved his hand.

"Go to the bathroom and face the wall. I feel so sick just by looking at you. You don't have to go. Just keep pressing!"

The prisoners in the cell ran to the toilet dejectedly, stood in a row facing the wall,

The only people left beside these two people were the young prisoner who was serving as a pillow and the old prisoner who was doing the massage. The second master leaned on the young prisoner with his elbows, and slightly closed his eyes.

The Third Master sat cross-legged beside him.

"Second brother, what exactly is this business? It's so mysterious? You asked someone to transfer us to this account. Could it be the job of this account? Who in this account can afford the price of ten small yellow croakers?"

Erye smiled, pointed to the toilet, and whispered,

"It's that pretty boy. The buyer said he must be sent to hell within 12 hours."

The Third Master laughed heartily.

"It's not a big deal, why would it take 12 hours? I can kill him anytime, anywhere!"

The Second Master whispered,

"Don't look at the embarrassing situation this pretty boy is in now. His family is not simple. They are all officials. We are gangsters. We may not be able to afford to offend them."

After hearing this, the Third Master understood and nodded.

"What are the buyer's requirements?"

The Second Master nodded.

"The buyer's request was to force the person to commit suicide,"

The Third Master curled his lips.

"It's just a trivial matter, why do we need to take action? I can just crush him to death with a sack, right?"

The second master straightened up, and the young prisoner breathed a sigh of relief. With more than 180 kilograms weighing on him, he couldn't even breathe evenly.

The young prisoner was very clever. He rolled his eyes, turned over and knelt beside the second master, and he and the old prisoner were on either side of him, massaging his legs.

The young prisoner whispered,

"Second Master, we can handle this person, and we are willing to serve you."

The second master was a little surprised and looked down at the young prisoner.

"Hey, you're quite clever. What's your name?"

The young prisoner knelt on one knee,

"Second Master, I have a humble life. A few years ago, everyone in my family died, and I am the only one left. People usually call me Xiao Qi, and I don't have a real name."

The second master and the third master looked at each other. The two brothers have been working together to kill people for a long time. Basically, they can understand each other's intentions with just a glance...