Regret.

I regret it very much.

Frankie regrets his life choice.

Originally born in Ohio, he was born into a working family, and he was supposed to take his father's shift and go to work at the gas station. Even though the gas station only has two gas dispensers and a small convenience store, it's a safe job, isn't it?

Why do you want to study hard?

Why do you want to fight so hard?

For this reason, I took the best student time of my life, did not receive a happy education, and did not have fun with my stupid classmates.

It's about keeping learning, keeping learning. Called nerds by classmates who can't even spell English.

Nerds, of course.

Because for the fifth-grade public school students in the United States, many of them can't figure out the ternary quadratic equation, and they can't even open the root number. Of course, during the exam, the teacher allows the students to use a scientific computer to solve some 'complex' math problems. For example, the root number or something.

It's just that some stupid people don't even know how to use scientific computers, even if the teachers have already demonstrated it, they still can't use it.

Once upon a time, Frankie looked down on these fools. But now it's envious.

Because at least those fools were happy in middle school, and they drank and binge. Then they didn't get into college, or went to a very rubbish community college, and continued to have a happy education for four or three years, so that they could continue to be happy in life.

Finally, after graduating, I found a simple job, such as working at McDonald's, such as going to Walmart. They do very simple and mechanical things every day, although they are boring and have little pay, but they are very happy!

That's right, because as long as there is less knowledge and the smaller the brain, then the less things are needed, and the easier it is to satisfy happiness.

I should learn from my former peers and be a Yankee under a happy education. Why do you have to break free from your own shackles and forcibly squeeze into elite education? Why did you force yourself into it?

I wasted so much effort and finally squeezed into this class. But what about now?

Frankie looked around, and he was now locked up in a prison. It's the kind of prison in ancient China. The kind with three walls and one iron railing. There were no beds, and a pile of straw was laid on the ground. There are no toilets, just a toilet. There was an indescribable smell of urine throughout the cell.

And the food was terrible.

Don't think that Yangquan City has a lenient management of the captives, they only give Frankie three steamed buns a day plus a little pickles. Because it is troublesome, the three big steamed buns for three meals a day are directly given at one time.

This big steamed bun is already hard enough to gnaw your teeth at night.

After dozens of days of imprisonment, Frankie has lost more than a dozen pounds of hunger.

He held a hard steamed bun in his hand, smelled the smell of urine, and looked at the iron railing. My heart is bitter, and thousands of words can only be turned into one sentence: "I shouldn't have robbed this merit in the first place, I shouldn't have come to this place." If I hadn't come to this place, I wouldn't have ended up like this. ”

Frankie looked across his jail from Bob, the second battalion commander. When the black man was first locked in, he shouted that he was a U.S. military officer and needed to be treated as an officer.

Especially when the only food delivered from prison was steamed buns and pickles, Bob was stupid enough to protest by going on a hunger strike.

Stupid, you are here to colonize others, and expect others to treat you well?

Sure enough, the jailers in the prison didn't care about him at all, and it was even better if he didn't eat it, saving three big white steamed buns a day, just enough to feed a prosperous fortune raised in the prison.

Bob even joined other U.S. soldiers in protesting the hunger strike. There were really fools who listened to him, and then starved to death.

Because the prison administrators found out that they didn't eat and simply didn't give them out. After five days and seven people starved to death, the prison guards dragged the bodies of the starving dead past the group of American soldiers.

You can't play with the rules of the civilized world, it's a primitive and barbaric world!

So they started clamoring for food again. It is estimated that they are still useful, so the prison director resumed the supply of three steamed buns a day.

But looking at Bob opposite, Frankie felt that he had no strength to resist. Even resigned to fate.

Prisons generally have two ways to solve prisoners' riots, one is to make prisoners do a lot of work, which is the so-called labor reform. As long as you are tired, you don't have the strength to think about anything else.

Another is to reduce food rations, as long as you don't have enough to eat, you are hungry. I'm hungry every day, and I'm not in the mood to think about anything else. I just want to save some energy while lying down.

Obviously, the latter method is used in the prison here.

If you starve people and faint from them, there will be no time for them to do anything.

Well, make a note of it. There is room for improvement in the management of this prison. Frankie pulled a small notebook from his bosom and memorized it. The small notebook and charcoal were pleaded with by the jailer.

As a talking stranger, some jailers were still curious about him. This request is not too excessive, so it is also satisfied with him.

Frankie's little book contains a lot of things about how to effectively manage prisons. He figured that the warden should be able to use that.

"Hey, nerd, what are you writing?!" Bob on the other side watched Frankie write, he was very upset.

Because Frankie hadn't gone on a hunger strike with him before, and even had a good conversation with the jailers. Because Frankie is the only American here who can speak Chinese. And the language of this world happens to be Chinese.

This makes Bob very unhappy, shouldn't the whole world speak English?!

Bob feels that Frankie is a traitor to their.

Frankie replied without raising his head: "I'm writing a prison reform plan, and I want to set a more reasonable management plan for this prison." The warden should use it. ”

"What?!"

"Have you seen The Shawshank Redemption?" Frankie finally looked up at Bob opposite, "Only if you are useful to the warden, can you live comfortably in prison." Look, my steamed buns are a little bigger than yours. ”

"You traitor!"

In the face of Bob's swearing, Frankie didn't care: "You probably haven't watched "The Shawshank Redemption" anymore. ”

"You're racist!"

"Who cares here?. Frankie calmly scolded Bob. When he was in the United States, he wanted to call those black people for a long time, but he didn't dare. When you get to this place, can't you scold twice?!

"You will have retribution!"

"Oh, hopefully. ”

Just as the two were scolding, a jailer came over and knocked on Frankie's door: "Get up, get up." You're useful. ”

"Did the warden read the advice I gave him?!" Frankie's eyes lit up.

"What's that?" the jailer glanced at him, "It's Mr. Gakamiya looking for you." Behave well, maybe you're still useful. ”

"The little ones understand, the little ones understand. The little one will definitely do his best for Yangquan City!" Frankie assured, patting his chest.

In prison, looking at Frankie's distant figure, Bob could only curse viciously: "Traitor! Lead the way! Ball rape! American traitor!"