Thomson went to Warden Huron's office with trepidation, and in front of the warden's large wooden desk, Thomson not only applied for the opportunity to cook for Fuwei, but also expressed his worries in passing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Warden Huron also took this opportunity to inquire in detail about Fuwei's psychological condition and various experiences in the past month, and Thomson also answered him 1510.

"Hmm...... Does he already have no thoughts of escaping? Warden Huron, playing with an antique fountain pen, asked.

Thomson stood there stiffly, nodded, and shook his head again.

"Is there or isn't?" Warden Huron's eyebrows were twisted together.

"He said no, I think it's still... Some. Thomson said cautiously: "He's become a man of the stars, a 12-year-old kid, and it's appalling to get involved with a murderer like Zorro, and... They always seem to be talking about 'life after they get out'. ”

"Based on that, I came to this conclusion."

Warden Huron scraped his chin with his thumb and forefinger, licked his lower lip and said, "You are very observant. Anything else? ”

Thomson thought for a moment, pursed his lips, and replied, "This boy has an indescribable, inexplicable power, which enables others to gather around him—he has his own unique and convincing views on many things, which convinces the older criminals.

Last week, he received a very high score in a psychological test, which shows that a month of heavy prison life has not affected his mental health.

Don't be misled by his age, Warden, this kid is extraordinary. Sometimes I think a little more: if this kid hadn't been born into a pirate family, he would have made a good politician.

Also, during his incarceration, he inquired about his grandmother Aurelia and his father Robert, and had an age-inappropriate interest in the Pegasus Galaxy.

It looks like this kid ...... is hungry and thirsty to collect two things, one is the past, the other is the human heart. ”

The more Thomson spoke, the more outrageous it became, which made Warden Huron frown, and Thomson observed his words and looked at his expression, and some did not dare to say any more, but Huron still stretched out his palm and motioned Thomson to finish everything he wanted to say.

"Warden, I don't think we can subdue this kid with a prison, he has to leave the felon's prison or ......"

"Otherwise what?" Warden Huron listened.

“…… Otherwise, it is not impossible for Fuwei to gather a large number of criminals around him, relying on their strength, to plan a prison escape rebellion......"

Warden Huron saw in Thomson's eyes the confidence of seriousness and timidity, this fat jailer, but one of Huron's most effective men.

The real Thomson, with a shrewdness that is very inconsistent with his appearance, Thomson is always pretending to be stupid in front of the criminals, and only when facing Warden Huron, he will show his vision and analytical ability without reservation.

Experience has taught Huron that listening to Thomson is always right.

No wonder Fu Wei wondered why Huron had not come to inspect the prison for his felons once, and if Fu Wei was standing at Huron's desk at this moment and listened to the whole process of the conversation between the two, he would not have wondered.

With Thomson as a jailer, there is no need for Huron to go down to the grassroots level himself.

"Put Fuwei. Alexander brought it to my office. Warden Huron said as he began to gather the papers and materials on the large wooden table, and put them together, knocking and knocking, as if General Ander was about to come.

Thomson was overjoyed, and his heart was inevitably excited, and the day of ending his life of fear was not far off!

He trotted all the way into the elevator and down to the fourth floor of the cell, eager to get to Forway's felon.

He was to take Fowiti out of the prison for felons and to Warden Huron's office, and it was better to send him away before he never returned.

"Fuwei. Alexander, Warden Huron summons you! In the small exchange pod, Thomson raised the intercom and announced loudly.

Fu Wei followed Thomson out of the small exchange pod, through the long porticle, and into the elevator.

"Don't be nervous!" Thomson made an 'OK' gesture to Fu Wei as usual, and said to himself: "Warden Huron is very good, you really don't need to be nervous. ”

How can Fuwei have the slightest sense of tension? He has never been nervous in the courtroom of more than 1,000 people, and he still needs to be nervous when he sees a warden?

Seeing that Fowell was silent, Thomson also closed his mouth in amusement, he is such a good person, and he rarely bores himself.

The elevator went straight to the second floor, and after the closed door opened, Fuwei came to the circular gangway that was both strange and familiar, and on the gangway that led directly to the inner ring, he walked straight, and Fuwei and Thomson soon came to the living cabin where Huron was.

After the automatic hatch opened, Thomson gently took Fowei's shoulders and led him inside.

Upon entering the spacious living quarters, Fowei first saw a large conference room that could seat 50 people, with a wooden door on the opposite wall that connected to Warden Huron's office.

"I can only send you here, you can go in by yourself, I'll wait for you outside the door." Thomson made another 'OK' gesture to Fowy, then turned and walked out of the hatch.

Fu Wei shook his head, walked straight to the small door, knocked politely, and pushed the door in.

When he entered, Warden Huron was wiping the lamp with his back to Forway.

He heard the door knock, turned around, and said enthusiastically, "Ah! Here you are, little one! Huron invited Fuwei to the white leather sofa next to his desk, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Sit down!" ”

Fuwei was not polite, and fell on the soft sofa, and a Ge You lay down.

This made Warden Huron frown slightly, but he let go, and he sat back down at his desk, reorienting his swivel chair to face Fortune.

"I heard you're going to help out in the kitchen?"

Fu Wei nodded.

"You don't have any new plans to break from prison, do you?"

Fuwei shook his head, thinking that this little old man would really have nothing to say, even if there were, what could he Fuwei admit to be? However, Fuwei is really planning to escape from prison all the time, as Thomson guessed.

"Then I'll be relieved." Warden Huron nodded and said, "Forgive me for talking too much, what kind of food can be made from the four ingredients you have prepared according to your requirements??" ”

"A food that improves the overall quality of felons."

Warden Huron's eyes lit up at that moment, he knew that Fu Wei meant something, and it had nothing to do with the food itself, but he immediately frowned and shook his head: "Most of these criminals have annihilated their humanity, and it is too difficult to point to them to improve their quality. ”

"It's very difficult in the current environment." Fu Wei said casually: "I heard that there is a steel smelting and processing plant on this satellite, which was originally built to allow criminals to work unconditionally and generate income, right?" ”

"It was abandoned a long time ago, and a lot of money was spent in vain." The more Warden Huron talked to Fuwei, the more he felt that this child was not simple, he seemed to have come with a purpose, and Huron felt very uncomfortable at this time, he felt like a fish that smelled bait, and was approaching Fuwei's fishing hook inch by inch.

"If you ask me to help with the reform of the prison system, maybe that scrap mill can be up and running again, and the additional income of NA-02 will increase significantly." Fu Wei said his thoughts directly.

Ever since he entered the prison for felons, Fowei had the idea of subduing a group of followers, but if he wanted to make those extraordinary felons who were one in a thousand want to follow him, he had to do something for them, and Fowei had seen starved, trampled and killed in prison, and every day the bodies were transported to the furnace of the scrap mill - which had become a place of cremation.

If Fu Wei can help these felons improve their living environment through the knowledge he has memorized in his previous life, his prestige will definitely be greatly enhanced, and making them something delicious and improving their food is only the first step.

"Kid, you'd better go to your kitchen..."Warden Huron shook his head, a 12-year-old kid who knows a fart prison system?

"I hope you can think about it carefully, and when I finish this meal, I will definitely surprise you." Fu Wei cocked Erlang's legs and said, "If I can cook food, I can help you manage the prison well, and generating income is just around the corner." ”

Warden Huron was silent, he stood up, turned his back again, and when he turned around again, he had no good face:

"Kid, you're underestimating me, an old man."

"Do you know what a naval force is? Loyalty and justice are the twin swords in our hands! ”

"Aren't you blatantly using 'income generation' to influence the power of the warden?"

The lean old man became angrier and angrier the more he spoke, and at the end he was filled with righteous indignation.

He gasped for a while, took out a handkerchief, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, turned his head, and asked Fu Wei with a breath, "Can you tell me about the specific plan?" ”

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With a smile on his face, Fowei walked out of the warden's office, he was not prepared to give out the specific plans and plans for the prison's revenue generation.

The ultimate goal of this plan is to escape from prison and take away a few extraordinary, high-quality, and skilled followers.

Before coming out, Fu Wei did not say a word about this plan, but only said to Huron, and gave an answer in a few days.

He just wants to whet the appetite of this lean old man, and it is best to hold it until he can't wait and give it his full support.

"The rice, red beans, sesame seeds, and sugar you mentioned are all ready." Outside the hatch, Thomson said to Fuwei: "To be honest, I really have a sense of anticipation for what you are going to do now!" ”

The prison kitchen is really huge, with more than 300 cooks busy on this floor, each of whom is responsible for two meals a day for 100 inmates.

But to be honest, these chefs don't have to work hard at all, they put the ingredients on one side of the machine, and the finished food is on the other side, and the food line is fully automated, and of course, the finished food is quite inferior.

The food was delivered to the ground floor for the prisoners to take for themselves.

Fu Wei shook his head, these people were more like factory workers than cooks, and he couldn't agree with this way of cooking.

Among these 300 people, are there any serious chefs? Of course, in one corner, there is a complete kitchen table, a stove and a refrigerated cabinet, and dozens of chefs are cooking with real knives and guns, and they make food for the wardens and jailers.