Hua Feng is not a smoker, and he does not know the taste and price of these cigarettes. And the Black Panther Gang prisoners next to him didn't know that in their opinion, a rich kid like Hua Feng should definitely be inseparable from cigarettes and alcohol. Of course, they know that the cigarettes that Hua Feng should not smoke should not be such cheap and cheap cigarettes. Because the cigarette they are holding in their hands is the cheapest kind of cigarette, which is retailed in the market, that is, it is only 14 yuan each, and each one has 200 cigarettes, and each cigarette is only seven cents. However, in prison, it costs one yuan each, or even more, although the price is very expensive. However, everything in it, such as cigarettes and alcohol, was monopolized by those two gangs. A market of 30,000 or 40,000 people, you can imagine how big the benefits are in it. Of course, Hua Feng doesn't know it yet. He just looked at the young bald prisoner, a little strange inside, it would be so easy to do business.

"Do you have the most expensive cigarettes here?" Zhu Dajiao looked at the bald young prisoner who was collecting money and asked. After all, now they are all smoking, and Hua Feng is their boss, of course he helps Hua Feng buy it.

"Yes, the most expensive thing I have here is only a box of soft white sand, ten yuan each. Boss, do you want it? The bald young prisoner looked at Zhu Dagut and asked. At this time, although Hua Feng didn't know the price of cigarettes, he felt that it was too expensive when he heard that it cost ten yuan a cigarette.

"Boss Hua, that's all he has here, you can just do it!" Zhu Dajiao took out two red hundred-yuan bills from his body, handed them to the prisoner with a painful heartache, took the box of cigarettes, and handed them to Hua Feng. As for the young man, he had already sold all the cigarettes on his body and left. In the blink of an eye, when I looked over, I didn't know where he had gone.

"I don't smoke, you can share it with everyone! Smoking is bad for your health, so it's best to smoke less in the future. Hua Feng said that he didn't expect the other party to buy cigarettes for him. And when the prisoners next to them saw the soft white sand box shining in the sunlight just now, it was as if they had seen the Buddha light emitted from the golden Buddha's body, but they did not mean to worship, but felt that the box emitted a light of temptation.

"Boss, no! You really don't know how to smoke, then I'm wasting that money. Zhu said even more heartbrokenly. The two hundred dollars that were spent on white flowers were gone. Of course, he can also buy it for other prisoners.

"Yes! I'm a medical student, and I know better than you about the dangers of smoking. Although, I don't know the price of this cigarette, but it costs ten yuan a cigarette, which is too expensive. Hua Feng continued.

"Can it not be expensive? The cigarettes in the prison are monopolized by those two gangs. For example, the box of soft white sand in my hand has a retail price of 32 yuan per stick, and each one is 200 sticks, which is one cent and six cents per stick, but now it costs 10 yuan a piece. Xiao Ding, you take it and sell it to other prisoners. Zhu Dajiao continued. Unconsciously, the long music twitching at the corner of his mouth was about to burn to the filter, and he felt bitter. But he still took another sip before he still trampled the fire on the ground.

"No, it won't! They're too good at making money, aren't they? Hua Feng looked at Zhu's intestine in surprise. He couldn't have imagined that two cents of something would be sold for ten yuan, and they would make more money than those profiteers outside. And at this time, he also knew why those prisoners of the Blood Wolf Gang would pay so much attention to digging out a path to the outside. After all, in Hua Feng's opinion, even if those outside are garbage, the price of going to prison is not low.

"In other things, they sell even harder. This is also the reason why the two major gangs are so powerful, because they have real economic resources, unlike the Fire Dragon Gang, who rely on the Tong family to give money alone, and they are a Fire Dragon Gang of tens of thousands of people, even if the Tong family has the most money, they can't stand it. Zhu said with deep feelings. And at this time, Hua Feng also nodded. Of course, now Hua Feng no longer regards Zhu's big intestine as a rough person. After all, if you are a rough person, you will not pay attention to these things at all.

"And how did they get cigarettes or other items in?" Hua Feng asked. Now that the passage has not been dug through, Hua Feng can't understand, how did these prisoners send cigarettes or other items in?

"Snakes have snake paths, and rats have rat paths. Except for some of the goods they bring with them when they visit the prisoners' families, they also take them out and sell them, and as for the rest, they may cooperate with some prison administrators and earn a share of the profits through them. Zhu Dajiao explained again. He didn't know what Hua Feng was asking for, although he also wanted to be like those two gangs, to be able to get a piece of cake from it, and even be able to drink a mouthful of soup. However, the facts were in front of him, and when Hua Feng didn't come, all this was whimsical. Because he didn't have the same source of goods as those two gangs, and he didn't have their strength, they simply didn't allow the Black Panther to be like them, to be able to sell in public. Therefore, the prisoners who are selling things now are either the prisoners of the Eagle Gang or the prisoners of the Blood Wolf Gang.

"Bosses, do you need cigarettes, I have Badaling cigarettes here, and three cigarettes only cost two yuan." Hua Feng, who was thinking about it, suddenly heard a lewd bald young prisoner peddling cigarettes. It's just that at this time, those people are still slowly holding a cigarette that is about to burn out. Although they still want cigarettes, they don't have more money.

"What kind of cigarette is this?" Hua Feng asked. Unexpectedly, in less than a quarter of an hour, someone came to sell cigarettes.

"Boss Hua, this cigarette is about the same as the Changle cigarette just now, and they are the cheapest. It's just that now he's selling it cheaper. But the price of each stick is only seven cents on the outside. A Black Panther Gang prisoner next to him hurriedly said, now he was trying to show himself well in front of Hua Feng.

"Oh, the price is still ten times more expensive than the outside, or I'll sell you a box of cigarettes." Hua Feng handed the box of cigarettes that Zhu Dajiao had just bought to the bald young man. The young man thought that the boss was buying cigarettes, but he didn't expect him to say that. In prison, cigarettes or other items are clearly extorted prices. However, no prisoner ever spoke out. Because they didn't dare, and now the long-haired young prisoner said it in public, and the other party seemed to want to sell cigarettes to him, so he was both embarrassed and angry.