Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 872 Disciplinary Room (Part Two)
"Brother, do you still remember me?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"You...you are..." the soldier said in broken Chinese, instinctively reaching for his gun handle. Xiao Zhao, watching from a distance, was terrified, fearing he might also get beaten up like that.

“Didn’t I just come here with our manager yesterday? He’s having a boxing match tonight, so he asked me to bring some people over.” Zhang Yang pointed to the property management building in the park.

The temporary equipment erected in the building cut the LED lights inside into neon fragments through the floor-to-ceiling windows and splashed them onto the road.

The bass cannon thumped and thumped, accompanied by the rhythmic sound waves from the crowd, suggesting that the boxing match inside had reached a fever pitch.

The soldier's eyes lit up. He put down his gun, gave a thumbs up, and said, "We also do boxing. Come box at our place next time."

“Okay, brother.” Zhang Yang took out a stack of red bills from his pocket and stuffed them into the soldier’s raised right hand. “Brother, the difference between day and night is too great. I can’t even recognize the way. If you’re not busy, could you help me show you the way?”

Xiao Zhao, standing behind, was a little surprised. He felt that such blatant bribery would definitely seem abnormal to a normal person, especially since it was just about showing someone the way. Judging from the thickness of the wad of cash that Zhang Yang pulled out, it must have been at least a thousand.

Won't this make them even more wary?
But then I thought, since I was previously pointed at with a gun due to a misunderstanding, it seems reasonable that I was forced to pay money to ensure my safety this time.

The soldier glanced down at the ostentatious name tag, then turned to his comrade, and the two chattered away.

Xiao Zhao didn't understand, but when he saw the latter spread his hand towards the soldier who was taking the money, he felt reassured.

The soldier looked somewhat reluctant as he took the money, glancing sideways at Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang immediately understood, and with a smile, stuffed another wad of money into his hand.

After receiving the red bills, the two exchanged a few more words in the local dialect. Finally, the soldier who collected the money turned around and waved, signaling Zhang Yang and the others to follow.

Another soldier was left to guard the alley.

Holy crap, unbelievable! They even took the money! Xiao Zhao stared wide-eyed at what was happening before his eyes in disbelief.

Zhang Yang smiled knowingly and followed the soldier who was leading the way.

These soldiers usually work for the park, and besides receiving a small salary and some powder, they rely on the park's management to bribe them.

Over the years, they've gotten used to accepting it.

The three walked forward for about a hundred meters, making a few turns along the way, and finally arrived at their destination.

This is a small courtyard completely enclosed by a three-meter-high wall, and two soldiers carrying guns stand at the entrance.

Besides the soldiers, there were three men who looked like thugs standing outside the door, one of whom, a man with a very short buzz cut, was holding a piglet by the hair.

"what!"

A scream suddenly rang out.

"Damn it, why don't you cut it up when you should, why don't you kill it when you should? What are you keeping it for? Are you going to kill it and eat it during the New Year?"

He grabbed the hair of the man with the short buzz cut and slapped him across the face.

Snapped!
"Big brother, I was wrong, big brother, I was wrong!"

The piglet knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly: "Big brother, I'll change, I'll change right away! Please don't send me in! Please!"

The man with the buzz cut reached behind him, and another thug immediately handed him an iron pipe. Without thinking, the man with the buzz cut grabbed the pipe and smashed it down on the piglet's left hand, which was bracing itself on the ground.

"what!!!"

The piglet rolled on the ground, clutching its hands, howling loudly with snot and tears streaming down its face, its expression turning pale.

After a while, the piglet was still trembling, but it managed to kneel up and plead with the short-haired man.

"Brother, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please don't send me in..."

The man with the buzz cut squatted on the ground, grabbing the piglet's hair: "Now you know you're wrong? Will you work properly from now on? Let me tell you, I'm hitting you for your own good. If it were according to company rules, a troublemaker like you would definitely be sent to jail. With your defiant attitude, believe me, they'd chop off your hand."

The piglet nodded frantically, tears and snot streaming down its face.

Seeing that the on-site education had been effective, the thugs dragged the person back home.

The piglet followed behind with its head bowed and back bent, clearly subdued. Then, the soldier leading the way approached, greeted the other side, turned around and pointed towards where Zhang Yang and Xiao Zhao were standing, and after a moment, waved to them.

Zhang Yang jogged over, took off the card holder hanging on his body, and handed it to the guard at the gate.

Because he had an acquaintance leading the way, the gatekeeper didn't check his ID card at all. He took the card holder with his left hand, put it on his hand, and opened it out to Zhang Yang with his right hand.

hiss!
This left Xiao Zhao, who was standing behind, completely dumbfounded.

You said the property management in the park is very strict, that's true. No matter which building or road, there are access control gates and guards everywhere.

It's so bad that even a mouse can't escape.

But you could also say that the management wasn't strict.

Although Zhang Yang was wearing a red card, she stuffed money into people's pockets wherever she went. Anyone with eyes could see that something was wrong, but the soldiers only recognized red cards and ignored everything else, and then they would reach out and ask for money.

Once the money was in hand, he moved with lightning speed, pressing the magnetic card onto the card reader with a snap.

drop!
The machine emitted a sharp beep, and the red light came on!
Xiao Zhao's legs immediately went weak, and if he hadn't been holding onto the wall next to him, he would have slid down it.

The soldiers present didn't seem to care much, but several of them reached for the AK-47s hanging on their backs.

The person who swiped the card turned their head and looked in Xiao Zhao's direction.

Xiao Zhao immediately straightened his chest and showed the ID tag hanging on his body. From this distance, he estimated that even if the soldier had the eyes of an eagle, he wouldn't be able to make out who the person in the photo on the ID tag was.

At this moment, Zhang Yang turned slightly to the side towards Xiao Zhao, his eyes glancing sideways.

Photographer Xiao Zhao, who had worked with him for many years, immediately realized what his boss was looking at.

He jogged over, grabbed the ID card hanging around his neck, and forcefully handed it to the soldier.

The soldier tried to pull it out, but couldn't.

At that moment, Xiao Zhao felt a storm raging inside him. His fingers felt completely numb, and he mechanically let go, almost closing his eyes to await his fate.

drop.

The green light came on, and the iron gate opened automatically with a "click".

The card was so touching that Xiao Zhao almost cried.

After the iron gate opened, the soldiers waved to the inside, showing no intention of following them in. This was for the best, as it saved them from getting in the way.

Zhang Yang led Xiao Zhao in quickly.

Squeak, squeak, bang.

As the iron gate closed again, the two finally entered their destination: the infamous disciplinary room in the notorious telecom fraud zone.

As the name suggests, this place is for disciplining piglets.

Those who perform poorly, fail to meet performance targets, or are troublemakers will be sent in by the company to be disciplined.

The facility is fully equipped, allowing company employees to perform the procedures themselves or to hire professional torture soldiers from the park.

In short, once you're sent in, you either have to walk out on your own, or you'll be quietly carried out and buried somewhere on the next hill.

This place is managed by the park's property management company. When the online betting company sends piglets in, they have to pay the property management company a fee.

Spending money to punish one's own employees—this world seems to have gone completely out of control.

Standing in the courtyard, Xiao Zhao looked at the dark, dilapidated houses around him and felt a sense of unease.

He would never believe that no one had died here. Without realizing it, Xiao Zhao moved a few steps toward where Zhang Yang was standing.