Chapter 144: Killing Two Birds with One Stone

It seems that my initiative and dedication have not been rewarded with what I wanted.

Alas, this is the life of the acting warden, if the warden is still here, even if I am released from prison for half a year, he will not stop me.

All of a sudden, I miss the warden a little bit, in addition to his strong desire for power and love of money, he still has a human touch, probably because he participated in the war, a specific manifestation of post-war syndrome.

Today's acting warden is a decent person, and he is not too fierce to the prisoners, and everything is done according to the regulations, but he seems to be very dogmatic, and the human touch is far less important to him than the rules and regulations.

As the saying goes, the pig arches forward, and the chicken shaves backwards, each with its own way.

My wish didn't come true, and then I went crazy in prison.

I don't know too well whether I have emulated Sun Bin and Song Jiang among the ancients, of course, people are celebrities through the ages, and I am a small person, not at the same level.

What kind of sanity does a crazy person talk about? But I'm more exaggerated than an indisputable fact.

Sho is a good thing, this thing (not a thing) can make me crazy more realistically.

I don't mind eating it as an appetizer and sharing it with everyone around me.

This time, the prisoner's cafeteria was lively.

I don't use bowls and basins, just jump off the dung pit and get all over my body. Along the way, I went to the cafeteria.

I stuffed Xiang into my mouth myself as I added a little seasoning to each prisoner's bowl next to each other. The kind that smells bad, tastes even more stinky and disgusting.

I recommend it to everyone: "It tastes great." (A certain advertising statement)

My philosophy is to be happy alone, not as good as everyone, and good things must be shared.

If there is a live broadcast at this time, I believe it will be the top star of the day.

This time, everyone's food can't be eaten, will the prison guards embarrass me? It seems that no one is willing to make a move, and they all cover their noses, lest they avoid it.

If the prison guards take action, I don't mind opening a new chapter in the original rebellion.

Who is my opponent here?

The report was reported to the acting warden at a very fast speed, and he also came to the scene of the incident as soon as possible.

My image, when I saw the acting warden coming, of course, I had to let him share it, my gaze was not dull at all, but cunning, implying wisdom.

Mad Dog stepped forward and reported to the Acting Warden, "This guy is completely insane, what should I do?" ”

The acting warden was also cheerful: "Of course the madman will be sent to the insane asylum." The kind of medical parole. ”

Of course, the drama I played was very fake, the kind that the warden saw through at a glance, but he really couldn't do anything about me, if I continue to go crazy like this every day, hehe. Everybody gets the idea.

The reason for being released from prison has been found, and no matter how rigid and dogmatic the warden is, he can only open the net.

If the Warden doesn't have emotional intelligence, I wouldn't mind going a little crazier.

The formalities for my release from prison were done quickly, and the Acting Warden wanted me to leave as soon as possible, because the whole prison had already been stinky by me.

Entering a psychiatric hospital is much easier, there are mad dogs, and I am not free to come and go. Say hello, you can afford to look up to the director of the madhouse. If anyone dares to stop it, Mad Dog doesn't mind sending his men to open the door of the madhouse every day and release all the mentally ill.

Bathing is a must, it's inevitable that I'm struggling, almost washing off a layer of my skin, and the smell is still hard to get rid of. Alas, the cups. It's really helpless to fall here. My face, my face was lost to the Pacific Ocean.

After I was freed, of course, I completed the task assigned by the mad dog as soon as possible, and went to meet the dead fat man, otherwise the mad dog would not have helped me so hard.

The dead fat man just wants to see me, and everyone else refuses.

In a Michelin private room, I sat across from the fat man. What to eat, the dead fat man didn't care, he put a large suitcase on the table, opened it and said: "A whole million dollars in cash, not consecutive numbers, you have counted." ”

Rich people, this is a corrupt official who has embezzled how much money he has embezzled. In a position like a dead fat man, according to normal income, you can't make money in a few lifetimes.

Of course, I knew why, so I pretended not to know what I was saying, "What do you mean?" ”

The dead fat man lowered his voice and said to me, "I want all the little pills you gave me that day." ”

"Nope." I didn't look moved.

"No, didn't you say $200,000 a piece, just give me a discount." The dead fat man said eagerly.

"I really don't." I still don't let go, it's a negotiation technique.

The dead fat man finally pulled down his face: "In this case, it seems that the mad dog's project can't be discussed." ”

"It's not—" I seemed to panic, and looked very embarrassed: "I really don't, actually—alas." ”

I did it on purpose, and it was also a negotiation skill.

"If you have something to say, you might as well say it directly." The dead fat man said.

"In front of real people, I won't tell lies." I said.

"Say it quickly." The fat man was in a hurry.

"Actually, this elixir is just a trial product, and it has a negative effect, I dare." I reminded.

"It seems to have a negative effect." The dead fat man said as he recalled. His interest waned.

"Don't worry, what you don't have is easy drowsiness. I'm still working on it. "I'm in flicker mode.

One of the three pills I gave to the dead fat man that day was a sleeping pill. Of course, I can't tell the truth, but I'm more credible than that.

The dead fat man was fooled by me like this, and his interest became strong again: "Can you improve it?" ”

"It's okay to improve, but I don't have the conditions to do that right now." I said with regret.

"You open the conditions, and the rest will be wrapped up in me." The dead fat man has a big bag.

"That's why the price of my immortal medicine is so high, because it contains three flavored medicinal materials, which are too precious to be found." I'm starting to introduce themes.

"The three flavors of medicinal herbs, tell me, I promise to get it."

"More than 100 years old wild edelweiss, snow lotus, ginseng. That's not a priceless treasure in the market, I treat you as a bosom friend, so I casually said, 200,000 US dollars a piece. "The meaning of my words is very clear, on the one hand, I want to fake the hand of the fat man and help me find these three flavors of medicinal herbs, on the other hand, I want to let the dead fat man fall into my favor. 200,000 US dollars, I just said it casually, the actual value of the original is far more than that.

The dead fat man was silent, he was thinking to himself, his power is big enough, but the condition I reported is indeed a little more difficult to do, after all, these three flavor herbs, no matter which one, are not unavoidable, it can only be said that ginseng is the easiest to get, and the other two, in the market in the world, I am afraid that there is no at all.

"But—" I dragged out my tone, deliberately not triggering.