Jean Of Bright City 13

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The shimmer of the sun spilled into the room, and the atmosphere inside was a little dignified. The eyes were opposite. Jean smiled softly. Le Xiao is still shocked by the news just now.

Jean walked over slowly, and Le Xiao stood up. After a while, she immediately screamed and hurriedly pulled the towel, covering her body with a red face.

"This, this...this is."

Seeing what Jean didn't care about, Le Xiao hurried into the room, pulled out the light and closet, and put on the clothes before she came out, her heart thumped, Jean sat by the window, lit a cigarette, quiet Quietly watching the sun rising slowly in the east.

"This thing is over, and it is not something you can know. The only thing I can tell you is that I promised Xiaoqing."

"Why, it turned out to be fake news, really Jean, you..."

Le Xiao didn't say anything, just looked at Jean quietly. At this time, Jean seemed to be pressed by something heavy in his heart, but he was holding back and still holding a gentle smile.

"Why do you carry food on your body."

Watching Jean take out some sausages, fresh vegetables and other ingredients from the light and shadow lockers.

"Sometimes I can't take a leisurely meal in a restaurant in the city, so I brought it with me."

Le Xiao squinted at Jean, whispering.

"What does it mean to have no time, it's time to have dinner with other girls."

After a pleasant and delicious breakfast, Le Xiao decided to go home, she would return to her small apartment four feet square, and then began to look for work.

"Really don't think about it? This monthly salary is 2000, and it is possible to get 10,000 jobs later."

A stunned feeling, as if a current stabbed through the brain, the salary was too tempting, but Le Xiao immediately refused, slapping his cheeks.

"Thank you, Mr. Jean."

Le Xiao at the door bowed respectfully, and Jean smiled.

"Not so polite."

Le Xiao pursed his mouth and shook his head.

"It's enough to know that Xiao Qing's father is still alive, and that's enough, as long as he lives, he can meet again someday."

Le Xiao looked dim, and remembered her father’s affairs again, but soon she ran away, and Jean watched Le Xiao leave, standing at the guardrail, watching Le Xiao’s petite body struggling to run in the sun, A glance at the west sky.

"As long as the plan is passed, more people can live in the sun."

The next morning, inside the prison tower

Jewell yawned and walked into the cell where the wise man was. The wise man was having breakfast and smoking a cigarette.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Jewell, I want to go out to do farm work and exercise my muscles and bones. Can I make an exception?"

Jewell hesitated for two seconds before shaking his head.

"Impossible, you are a death sentence prisoner, I will take you back to the ground if I work hard."

The wise man climbed up, smiling and pointing at his serious dark circles.

"Jewell, I am an unarmed old man. You can just let me look after me. If there is any problem, you can kill me."

Seeing Jwell still hesitating, the wise man walked over and said with a smile.

"Jewell, isn’t the guy who knows what crime I’m guilty only a few officers, many hairy kids don’t know, I just want to bask in the sun, I always feel like I’m going to die soon, underground."

Jewell was a little surprised. It is true that although this guy has a good head, he has no power. It is easy to solve him, and he has not committed anything in the past 30 years.

"Okay, I will specifically allow you to go out once, and then you don't have to find other reasons to want to go out."

The wise man nodded and said thank you.

Crunch

The small door of the prison tower opened, and the wise man swallowed, still hesitating, his hands trembling, and he was numb, looking at the green wheat field outside that had been dyed with golden sunlight, his eyes were a little wet, his mouth Slightly stretched, his nose twitched.

A special collar has been put on the guards around his neck, and he was escorted by six guards who had been employed for just three years.

The wheat field has a two-meter wide path, and there is a land nutrition supply pool every 10 meters. The main function of the prisoners working in the wheat field is to mix the nutrient solution stored in the house at the junction of the wheat field. , Push it into the supply tank with a cart.

There is a small nutrient solution delivery tube under the fertile black soil. Because of the five-year maturity relationship, a large amount of nutrient solution is needed to supplement the soil nutrients and water, so that the crops can thrive in the sun.

About half of the grain base in the east is planted with rice and wheat. These are the two main foods in the bright city. The wheat field in front of us has just been harvested, but it has grown out again in less than a month. There is a sprout.

Each piece of wheat field is 400 square meters, and there is a junction tower in the middle of the four wheat fields. The prisoner is to bring the guard to the junction tower, and then start the day's work, especially when the harvest season is the busiest, working in the field from morning to evening .

The guard tower is equipped with 6 guards, who will pay close attention to all actions of the prisoner. Once the prisoner dares to escape or cause trouble, he will directly activate the trait collar signal, and the prisoner will be killed in an instant.

The crunching sounded, the carts at the junction tower kept going back and forth, and the wise man brought the six guards to the junction tower one kilometer away on the left before stopping.

"Sorry."

"Yes."

A guard took out a cigarette, gave it to the wise man, and helped him. The wise man took a leisurely cigarette and went straight to the 2nd floor of the junction tower. Several guards who were playing cards immediately smiled and greeted people in the room. I brewed tea for the wise man, and more than a dozen guards in the room looked at the wise man happily.

"Master Panda, your prediction is really more accurate than the computer. Ha ha, I made more than 50,000 this month, thanks to you."

A caretaker said happily. Others also laughed and laughed. They all made a lot of money from the stock market. After listening to the wise men, they smashed tens of thousands of people into the stock market for just one month. Earn tens of thousands.

But one of the guards was crying with a sad face, and depressed.

"Who tells you to be disobedient, greed suffers from it?"

Said the sad guard who mourned.

"Stop talking, Master Panda, is there any other way? Which stock to buy next month?"

Old Panda is the name of most people in the 11th Criminal Management Division. Because wise men have extremely serious dark circles, many people do not know that such an old man who is not a mutant and looks amiable, but also knows many ways to make money, Why is it the death penalty.

"Boys, life has its ups and downs. It's better to be smooth and steady."

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