My girlfriend is from 1949

"Take care, Mr. Du."

At the entrance of Tilanqiao Prison, Old Liu bowed and politely waved goodbye.

Just as Wang Hai was leaving, he slipped him two more packs of Hademen cigarettes, telling him to share them with the guys at the door.

Those who guard the gate live off the kickbacks given to them by others.

They're incredibly skilled at welcoming and seeing off guests!

Chen Muzheng watched the black sedan leave, then turned and ordered in a deep voice, "Call the head of the health department to my office."

"Yes!" The clerk hurriedly ran into the prison area and called out the head of the health department.

dong dong dong.

Zhang Hailin, the head of the health department, is in his forties, and his quick-witted eyes are very sharp.

Before he could even get permission from inside, he walked straight into the office.

He sat casually on the sofa, picked up the still-warm tea from the coffee table, and took a big gulp.

"Ha~!"

I let out a long, comfortable sigh and leaned back on the sofa.

With a nonchalant air, he asked, "Brother-in-law, what's the rush to see me about?"

So he's the brother-in-law. No wonder he dares to be so disrespectful, acting so casually even in the warden's office.

Chen Muzheng was transferred to Tilanqiao Prison at this critical juncture, and in order to grasp the situation more quickly, he naturally needed to arrange trusted people to handle the matter.

My brother-in-law is smart and capable; he's exactly the kind of helpful assistant I need.

So he was imprisoned and appointed head of the health department, wielding considerable power.

He had complete control over prison hygiene.

Unfortunately, his time at Tilanqiao Prison was too short, and he failed to gain power in other departments.

Moreover, many of them also have dual identities.

On the surface, he works in a prison, but in reality, he is a secret agent of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics!

Even he himself was transferred from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, the police department, and then to the position of warden.

Therefore, the prison is internally complex and has a very complicated network of relationships.

Even though he is the warden, he is still subject to the control of others in many matters.

Whether or not someone can be rescued depends on the circumstances.

Chen Muzheng walked closer and asked in a deep voice, "Hailin, how's the matter I asked you to handle a few days ago?"

He kept his voice very low, afraid that someone might overhear him.

When Zhang Hailin heard that it was serious business, he sat up straight.

He nodded and said, "Those underground party members were all sent to the 'reformatory' under the pretext of inspecting hygiene. With me watching over them, no one else could be tortured."

The so-called "reformatory" is a place specifically for detaining juvenile offenders aged 14 to under 18, and is managed separately from adult offenders through physical isolation.

Compared to the punitive supervision of ordinary prison wards, reformatories place more emphasis on cultural education, skills learning, and behavioral correction.

The prison area is equipped with classrooms, cultural courses, and labor and craft workshops, aiming to guide juvenile offenders back to the right path through "reform" methods.

In terms of environmental conditions, it is much better than the conditions for detaining adults.

Sending underground party members and democrats to reformatories was a way of using power to take care of them.

Zhang Hailin curled his lip and added with dissatisfaction, "To get the deputy warden to agree, I gave him two top-grade silver ear fungus, ten pairs of stockings, and two small yellow croakers!"

The management of the "reformatory" is usually the responsibility of the deputy warden.

To transfer someone, in addition to the warden's approval and signature, the deputy warden's cooperation is also required.

If the deputy warden makes up an excuse to shirk responsibility, things will be really difficult to handle.

Therefore, a considerable amount of money was spent on bribing officials.

In other words, the current situation is chaotic, and everyone is planning for the future.

While the deputy warden wanted to make money, he also seemed unwilling to continue his underground criminal activities.

Therefore, the underground party members who were arrested were given good living conditions.

From the current perspective, there is no longer any need to worry about being tortured to death.

Chen Muzheng listened to the report and nodded in satisfaction.

This was a request that Du Hengtai made to him a few days ago.

The goal is to take care of those comrades who have been arrested and protect their safety as much as possible.

Now that I've accomplished it, I can say I've done my job.

When Shanghai changes hands in the future, these things we've done will be considered as making amends.

He used to work for the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics, and when he was in the police force, he arrested quite a few underground party members.

Now I just want to make amends and I'd be content if they wouldn't hold me accountable for my past mistakes.

After a moment's hesitation, he spoke in a low voice, "There's something even more important that I need you to do. Whether this succeeds or not depends on the lives and fortunes of our entire family!"

Seeing his brother-in-law's serious expression, Zhang Hailin also looked nervous: "What's wrong?"

"Rescue prisoner number 2052!"

"Prisoner No. 2052?"

Zhang Hailin muttered the number to himself, quickly searching for relevant information in his mind.

Suddenly, he jumped up from the sofa.

His eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed, "Brother-in-law, are you out of your mind...?!"

Seemingly realizing something was wrong, he quickly lowered his voice.

"That's a serious criminal that the Garrison Command specifically wants, and he'll be secretly executed in a few days!"

They are currently being held in the hardened criminal ward.

It's under the guard of the security department; we can't get involved at all!

Zhong Cheng, the head of the security section, is a member of the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics.

"If we rescue them, the Security Bureau will come to arrest them tomorrow!"

Zhang Hailin's voice was urgent, revealing a hint of panic.

As the head of the health department, I knew all too well the significance of this prisoner.

He was a tough guy who endured countless tortures but never uttered a single word.

A warrior who remains steadfast in his beliefs despite the temptations of high office and lucrative positions.

We've tried everything, but nothing has worked.

They have just decided to secretly execute him soon!

Therefore, the difficulty of rescuing someone at this critical juncture is self-evident.

This is completely different from the pro-democracy activists who were previously brought to justice, whose charges were unclear or whose rhetoric was radical.

When Zhang Hailin heard that they were going to rescue prisoner number 2052, he immediately became fearful.

If I were arrested by the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics on charges of being a communist sympathizer, I would probably be secretly executed along with them.

Chen Muzheng narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "How many underground party members did you arrest with me before? Do you think you won't be purged after Shanghai is occupied?"

"Uh..." Zhang Hailin paused, a conflicted look on his face.

He followed his brother-in-law and personally arrested many underground party members.

If the ownership really changes hands in the future, he might actually be dragged out and shot.

Although rescuing people is dangerous, it's worth a try.

But once the army enters the city, there will be no chance left!

Zhang Hailin gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "Damn it, I'll fight!"

Saving lives is the only way to survive.

Chen Muzheng smiled when his brother-in-law agreed.

He reassured her, "Don't worry, the other side has provided sufficient funds for the operation."

After saying that, he opened the wooden box on the coffee table.

Zhang Hailin stared wide-eyed in surprise when he saw five tempting, top-quality silver ear fungus, twenty pairs of stockings, and ten small yellow croakers.

If we had these things, things would be much easier.

Chen Muzheng took out three small yellow croakers and placed them on the coffee table, then whispered, "You do this..."

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P: The author is a very receptive writer. Following the suggestions of my fellow readers, I spent over an hour revising the first chapter and adjusting the treasure chest space.

The treasure chest was originally rectangular for aesthetic purposes, but its initial size was a square with dimensions of 10 meters each. It has since been upgraded to a square with dimensions of 80 meters each.

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