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Chapter 1746 New Life (Second update, please subscribe)

New life is different for everyone.

Some people start a new life in one way, and some people start a new life in another way.

In the corner of the prison yard, Wang Mingyuan leaned against the mottled wall, holding a cigarette that was about to burn out in his hand. The smoke occasionally came out of his mouth, blurring his vision.

The sky is clear blue. This prison is not far from Kuching, only about thirty kilometers away.

Prisons in SEA are roughly divided into three types - detention centers, located in urban areas; ordinary prisons, located around the city; and prisons for serious criminals, located on outer islands, which are likely to be uninhabited islands, where secret societies and the most vicious gangsters are held.

Of course, Wang Mingyuan is not a gangster, so he naturally does not need to go to that kind of prison for serious criminals. In this ordinary prison... people are all pretty good. Just like now, everyone is either basking in the sun, playing football or basketball.

Although he has never been to prison, Wang Mingyuan believes that prison is not as scary as he imagined.

“There is just no freedom!”

He took a deep puff of the cigarette, the flame flickering at the corner of his mouth.

Not far away, a burly inmate came over. They were roommates in the same prison.

Feng Gang stood beside Wang Mingyuan, with his hands in his pockets. He looked up at the sky, then down at Wang Mingyuan, and finally couldn't help but speak:
"Brother Yuan, I heard that if you just confessed and revealed who your boss was, you wouldn't have to go to jail. Why didn't you confess?"

Wang Mingyuan did not answer immediately, but simply put out the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with his foot. He raised his head, looked at Feng Gang, and said slowly:
"Oh, maybe I'm stupid. I want to experience the life here."

Feng Gang frowned, obviously not expecting this answer.

Another inmate at the side shook his head and said:
"It's not because you're stupid, but because you know it, Brother Yuan. If you don't cooperate with the prosecutor, you'll be sentenced to six years in prison. If you cooperate, you probably won't survive six days."

After hearing this, Wang Mingyuan's mouth corners slightly raised, but he didn't say anything else.

Why do we need to explain some things clearly?

Ever since he entered this business and began to tailor the services that the bosses needed, he knew that something would go wrong sooner or later.

It's just a matter of time.

He lit a cigarette again, took a deep breath, let the smoke swirl in his lungs, and slowly exhaled. He looked up at the sky again, his eyes were a little vague, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Feng Gang stopped asking questions and just sighed and patted his shoulder:

"Brother Yuan, six years actually went by very quickly. I was sentenced to four years for a traffic accident, and it's already been two years. According to the regulations, I can apply for parole. If everything goes well, the parole board will talk to me soon."

SEA has a parole system. In order to obtain parole, criminals must first meet a certain sentence. Specifically, criminals sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment must serve at least half of the original sentence; criminals sentenced to life imprisonment must actually serve at least thirteen years. Whether they can obtain parole is also related to their performance in prison.

Most of the prisoners in ordinary prisons are good, because everyone knows that if they behave badly, they will be transferred to a maximum penalty prison.

That place could be really terrible!
Wang Mingyuan just smiled and smoked silently, with a hint of helplessness and bitterness in his eyes.

Parole...

It will take six years, or at least three or three and a half years at the fastest, to get out!
Those three years were pretty tough.

But he knew that he had to hold on no matter what, as some things were not his choice. He was just an ant in this real world, and could be crushed at any time, but he also knew that ants also had their own way of survival.

The cigarette gradually burned out, and just as Wang Mingyuan threw the cigarette butt under his feet and stomped it out, a prison guard shouted:
"Wang Mingyuan, there is a meeting with a lawyer."

In the prison's visiting room, the air was stuffy, the fan was whirring, and the paint on the wall had peeled off in pieces, revealing the gray cement. Wang Mingyuan sat on one side of the iron table, with his hands crossed on the table, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips, making a subtle "tapping" sound.

Opposite him, the lawyer in formal attire was flipping through the documents in his hands from time to time. When he raised his head, the lawyer looked at him with a serious expression.

"You'll be released on parole soon,"

The lawyer said bluntly, speaking as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"If nothing unexpected happens, you only need to wait another half a year."

"What? Soon? Duo Yu, shouldn't we wait three years?"

Wang Mingyuan raised his eyebrows, with a hint of doubt and vigilance in his eyes. He leaned forward slightly and asked in a low voice:

"why?"

"Someone needs your work, and you'll resume your job when you get out of jail."

The lawyer smiled, closed the document in his hand, and said in a relaxed tone:

"As for the reason, you know it very well - because you keep your mouth shut!"

Indeed, during the interrogation, Wang Mingyuan remained silent despite the threats and inducements from the Civil Service Investigation Bureau and prosecutors.

"Even if you are punished more severely for this, you still choose to remain silent. The bosses appreciate this about you. They think you are a very rare talent, so they will help you. Of course, this is what you deserve. In addition, your salary will be deposited into your card monthly, three times your salary every month."

Is this what the bosses do?
Wang Mingyuan was silent for a moment, his eyes were a little vague, as if he was thinking about something. He slowly leaned back in his chair, his fingers still tapping lightly on the table, and said in a low voice:

"So what do I do when I get out?"

The lawyer shrugged his shoulders and spoke in a relaxed tone as if he was talking about a very ordinary matter:
"As always, continue to serve your customers. Provide tailor-made solutions for them. After all, there are always many customers in this world who need your help in various ways, and bosses need your work."

Wang Mingyuan did not answer immediately, but just looked down at his fingers, and the tapping sound of his fingertips stopped. The corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just said "hmm" softly.

The lawyer stood up, straightened his suit, and said in a relaxed tone: "Now you just need to wait for my good news. Half a year, it will take me about half a year to handle all this."

He turned around and prepared to leave. Just as he took a step, Wang Mingyuan suddenly spoke:
"Is there any cigarette?"

The lawyer stopped, looked back at him, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to him. Wang Mingyuan took the cigarette, took out a cigarette skillfully, lit it, took a deep breath, and the smoke slowly rose in the air.

He looked at the lawyer's back as he left, his eyes somewhat empty, and he murmured in a low voice:

“This is the real world.”

Everyone in this real world has their own role, and all they need to do is do their job well...

Amid the smoke, Wang Mingyuan put out his cigarette, stood up, and slowly walked back to the cell.

The lights in the corridor were dim, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, but Wang Mingyuan's footsteps seemed very relaxed.

……

In the office, someone was flipping through documents. When he heard the footsteps, he just asked without raising his head:

"Director Liu, how is the matter going?"

"Lawyer Xu will arrange everything. There won't be any problems with the hospital or the parole board."

As in the past, Director Liu did not say a word when answering the executive's questions.

"Ok!"

He nodded and said:

"That's good. That guy is very tight-lipped, which is good. It will come in handy in the future. By the way, how is Lin Caihan?"

"There will be a result soon, but because he cooperated with the Public Investigation Bureau during the investigation, the prosecutor pleaded for him and he may be sentenced to probation."

Director Liu looked at the silent boss and said:
"if……"

Shaking his head, he said:

"Lin Caihan has nothing to do with us. He is just a tool. Just like what was said in the newspaper - if someone doesn't love his own relatives, how can he love others?"

The newspaper reported Lin Caihan's case and people had mixed comments on his behavior. Although he did break the law, many people expressed sympathy.

The most common saying is "If someone does not love his own relatives, how can he love others?"

Furthermore, the damage he caused was minimal, so the possibility of him being sentenced to probation is very high.

"No need to worry about him, just get Wang Mingyuan out!"

"I understand."

Director Liu nodded and said:

"Also, there is one more thing. Some people questioned your relationship with Director Qian because you were the only one who attended Director Qian's funeral, so they felt that..."

"They are talking nonsense. Qiu Hai and I have been good friends for many years. I will definitely attend his funeral! They are just a bunch of villains who are trying to take advantage of others' misfortunes!"

As he was talking, after he left, the man sitting at the desk stood up, walked across the room, went to the floor-to-ceiling window on the south wall, and stared outside the building.

Outside the building is the central area of ​​Chang'an, with tall buildings everywhere and people and vehicles moving on the streets.

This is not only a center of business, but also a center of power. Some people here control the money, and some people control the power.

After thinking for a while, the man said:

"Director Liu, look out the window. Some high-rise buildings seem to be hundreds of meters high. Money is flowing there. Those people look like skyscrapers, high up in the sky, occupying the headlines of newspapers. However, some buildings may not look high, but they hold power. Although they seem small, they cannot be ignored!

They are all different, but... Power is like real estate, location is key. The closer you are to the center of power, the more secure your position.

In this city, almost everyone gives up power for money, what a shame! Money is like a luxury house in Genting Highlands, the shelf life is only 10 years;
And power is an ancient stone temple that stands for hundreds of years!"

After saying this, the man sighed and said:

"Qiu Hai...he's a little too focused on the trivial..."

"Power is the ancient stone temple..."

After saying this, Director Liu understood what the boss meant. He thought for a while, then reminded:

"Boss, Mr. Kelly will come to Chang'an tomorrow. Do you need to go and greet him in person? Do we need to postpone other matters tomorrow?"

"Well, you don't have to meet him for now. If he wants to meet me, he will naturally ask me out."

After thinking for a while, the man asked again:
"The eldest son will go, right?"

But he only said half of his words, and then the man said:
"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. This is a time of turmoil, and there is trouble in Western Europe again!"

(End of this chapter)