Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The Second Master patted the little prisoner's head.

"Then I'll give you two a chance. If you succeed, you can tell others that you are my godson and have my last name, Tu. From now on, I'll call you Tu Qing."

"As for you?" The Second Master glanced at the old prisoner and said, "If you are ready, you can stay with me."

The young prisoner quickly turned over and knelt down, kowtowed three times, and shouted "Thank you, godfather".

Pei Yan woke up slowly in the toilet. He felt dizzy and pushed himself up to sit up.

All of a sudden I saw the prisoners in the cell, all standing straight, with their heads against the wall, not even daring to breathe.

Pei Yan shook his head, and the dizziness subsided a little. His eyes were filled with hatred as he stared at the prisoner's head.

He couldn't help laughing silently.

"You guys who look down on others, well, now you have come to this day."

His voice was quite loud, and he completely forgot that the cell could hear him.

The third master said lazily,

"You son of a bitch, are you really rebelling? Come on, do you want me to beat you up for ten minutes?"

The prisoners cheered softly, surrounded him, and beat Pei Yan up.

Pei Yan was about to scream when someone stuffed a pair of underpants into his mouth. It had been who knows how long since the underpants had been washed. The smell almost drove Pei Yan away.

After being beaten for ten minutes, Pei Yan's nose and face were bruised and swollen. He couldn't breathe when he moved. It must be because of broken ribs.

Even if his parents saw him unexpectedly, they couldn't believe that this was their son. It's so pitiful...

It was late at night, and all the prisoners in the cell were asleep. The dim light made the cell feel gloomy.

Tu Qing turned over and sat up. He nudged the old prisoner beside him, and the old prisoner also sat up. They looked around and saw that everyone was sleeping soundly.

The young prisoner pulled out a piece of cloth from the pillowcase, which looked like it was made from a torn sheet.

He tiptoed to the toilet, and the old prisoner followed behind him, shielding him with his body.

Pei Yan was lying in the toilet, his whole body aching, even breathing was painful. He secretly made up his mind that as long as he could get out this time, he would not let any of the prisoners in the cell go, and would rather spend more money to make these people disabled.

He was thinking about something beautiful, and in his daze, it seemed that two people came in front of him. Pei Yan opened his eyes and saw that it was the thief and the rapist Wang Heng.

He thought they were going to the toilet, so he slowly tried to get up, but unexpectedly Xiao Qi rushed over and used a rope made of cloth strips to tightly strangle his neck.

He was so frightened that his soul flew away, and he kept dancing and struggling desperately.

Xiao Qi's two feet kicked on Pei Yan's shoulders, and Pei Yan rolled his eyes.

At this time, a prisoner rubbed his eyes, turned over and sat up, and got off the bed. When he saw the scene in the toilet, he was shocked and shouted hurriedly,

"Xiao Qi, what are you doing?"

The old prisoner rushed over and tried to cover his mouth, but was slapped back by the prisoner.

"Don't cover me with your dirty hands, you old asshole."

At this time, the prisoners who heard the screams opened their eyes one after another. Xiao Qi tightened his grip even more. Pei Yan rolled his eyes as he was strangled. His strength gradually disappeared...

The prisoners were about to get off the bunk to pull the two apart when the second master, who was lying on the upper bunk, shouted,

"Go to sleep and forget about what happened tonight, or I'll kill your whole family."

When the prisoners heard this, they were so scared that they quickly got into bed and covered their heads, pretending to be ostriches. Xiao Qi became even more fearless. He kicked Pei Yan's shoulders with his feet and tightened the cloth with his hands.

Finally, Pei Yan stopped struggling, his hands dropped, and he died.

Xiao Qi let go of his hand, sweating all over, his hands and legs were shaking. He climbed up and crawled to Pei Yan's side. As soon as he took a look, he was almost scared to death.

Pei Yan's eyes were wide open, his eyeballs bulging out, the corners of his eyes cracked and covered in blood. He looked extremely horrible, scarier than a demon from hell.

The old prisoner crawled over using his hands and feet. He felt Pei Yan's breath and touched his artery before whispering,

"Okay, now we're done. Hurry up, we have to hang him on the gate, then we're done."

Xiao Qi struggled to get up, ran to the iron gate, and put the cloth in his hand tightly on the gate railing. Then he hurried back and hung Pei Yan's body on the door with the old prisoner, wrapped the cloth around his neck, and pulled it down hard.

With a crackling sound, Pei Yan's cervical vertebrae were broken.

Xiao Qi then went back to his bed with the old prisoner and lay down in the quilt. It was the middle of summer, and although the room was dark and the sun couldn't get in, it was still very hot. It was just this kind of heat that made Xiao Qi break out in cold sweats.

The Third Master snorted.

"Fuck! You're so scared after doing such a small thing. Your future achievements will be limited."

Hearing this, Xiao Qi stopped trembling.

None of the prisoners in the cell dared to sleep that night. They all held their breath, and only took a few breaths when they could no longer hold on, fearing that they would be the next to be hung on the door. The whole cell was filled with an extremely strange atmosphere.

It was not until after five in the morning that Erye sat up and stretched himself without even glancing at the corpse hanging on the iron gate.

The Second Master kicked Weng San'er.

"What happened? Why did this prisoner commit suicide out of fear of punishment? It's not a big deal. Let's pity him and report it to the prison guard immediately.

This person committed suicide while we were sleeping, so we are all somewhat responsible."

Weng Saner didn't want to suffer this loss, so he said hurriedly,

"That's right. He did this while we were sleeping. I have to report this to the police right away."

The Second Master nodded.

"This is your responsibility as the manager. Just do what you have to do."

Weng Saner quickly had Pei Yan taken down, while he was crying out in pain.

"Hurry up, someone committed suicide, hurry up, someone..."

His shout broke the tranquility of the detention center, and the entire detention center was in chaos for a while.

After a while, the guards on duty came over and opened the cell door. Instead of going in immediately, they pulled out their pistols and pointed them at the prisoners.

One of the policemen yelled,

"Listen to my order, all prisoners, lie down on the ground, with your hands behind your heads! Now!"

The prisoners did not dare to delay and all lay on the ground with their hands on the back of their heads.

The correctional police then walked into the cell. One of them ran over to check Pei Yan's body. After a while, he stood up and turned back to shake his head at the other correctional police.

"Dead, his body is stiff!"

The death of a prisoner in a detention center has never been a big deal, unlike in later times, when there are surveillance cameras everywhere. If someone hits a prisoner and someone investigates, the lightest punishment is a disciplinary action, and the worst is to lose the uniform. However, in those days, there was no such thing as prohibiting hitting people...