My girlfriend is from 1949

A few days later, late at night, Zhang Hailin was patrolling the prison area with his hands behind his back.

"Hello, Section Chief Zhang."

"Hello, Section Chief Zhang!"

"..."

The prison guards on duty along the way all bowed and greeted him respectfully.

Everyone knows he's the warden's brother-in-law; they have a very strong relationship.

As the head of the health department, it is his responsibility to patrol the prison area from time to time and check the hygiene.

Otherwise, if an infectious disease breaks out, those responsible will be held accountable.

The prisoners in the prison were dressed in rags, their hair was filthy, and their faces were so dirty that they were almost unrecognizable.

There are no human rights here; if you want good treatment, you have to spend money to bribe your way in.

Otherwise, even getting food will become a problem!

Zhang Hailin walked to the outside of a single cell and asked with a smile, "Six Fingers, are you settling in alright?"

The cell was small, with two wooden beds inside, making it a double cell.

This was so much better than the large cell in front, where the floor was just covered with a layer of straw.

This "six-fingers" was a street thug named for having six fingers on his right hand.

Moreover, he is known in the martial arts world for his strong backbone and loyalty.

He came in to take the blame for the gang leader.

He'll be imprisoned here for several years if convicted of murder.

The people who came after them paid for the accommodations, so they got double rooms with beds and blankets.

Although it's a bit dirty, at least you don't get cold at night or have to sleep on the hard ground.

They can usually eat steamed buns and rice, and occasionally they can eat meat.

For Tilanqiao Prison, these are already good days.

Six Fingers leaned against the wall, looking bored.

Hearing the call, they immediately perked up.

Grasping the iron bars with both hands, he asked expectantly, "Section Chief Zhang, is something being delivered from outside?"

Because he was taking the blame for his older brother, people would regularly send him things.

The prison guards also received a cut, which was their bonus.

Zhang Hailin's face was serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Your Giant Elephant Gang is gone. It was wiped out by other gangs in a fight a few days ago. Your older brother also fled Shanghai. From now on, no one will give you anything, and no one will pay for your double room."

The voice was flat, as if he were talking about gossip.

"Sigh." Six Fingers sighed helplessly, his expression calm.

It seemed they had been mentally prepared for this all along, as if they knew the gang might be wiped out by someone else.

There were over four hundred registered gangs in Shanghai.

These gangs frequently fight each other for territory in order to survive.

It's commonplace for people to be wiped out for fighting over territory or business.

Similar things have been repeating themselves ever since the era of the concessions.

Even some long-established gangs have been wiped out in the struggles over the years, let alone a small gang like the Giant Elephant Gang.

Shanghai is a small place, and new gangs are constantly emerging to compete for profits.

Even three or five people dare to call themselves a gang.

However, there are only so many industries in Shanghai, so survival of the fittest has become the norm.

Every now and then a new guild is formed, and every now and then a guild is destroyed.

For decades, it has maintained a balance.

Otherwise, with endless growth, everyone would have gone hungry long ago.

There's an old saying that goes, "What goes around comes around."

Those of them who were involved in gangs had long been mentally prepared for the possibility of being wiped out by others.

Without replying, he took out a pack of Lao Dao brand cigarettes from his pocket and slipped it through the gap in the railing.

"This is a personal gift from me."

Six Fingers raised an eyebrow and a look of delight appeared on his face.

He hadn't smoked for several days, and his craving had kicked in long ago.

It was precisely because he hadn't received any deliveries for several days that he vaguely sensed something was wrong.

Sure enough, the gang was wiped out, the boss ran away, and his future days were going to be tough.

While it might not be enough to sleep on the floor, it's certain that we'll be moved from a double room to a large dormitory room with more than a dozen people.

It will be difficult to eat white rice again in the future.

As for meat once a month, forget about it.

If you can get a little oil residue in the dishwater, that's already pretty good!

Six Fingers leaned against the iron gate, looking like he wanted to slap someone but didn't dare.

They smoked in secret to avoid being seen by the prison guards.

After all, tacit approval in private is a different matter from approval in front of prison guards.

Zhang Hailin smiled and said, "Open the door, I'll take him outside for a smoke."

The prison guard quickly took out the key and opened the iron gate.

This is the warden's brother-in-law, and also the head of the sanitation department. As long as he doesn't take people out of the prison, it's not a big deal for him to go outside for a smoke.

Six Fingers walked out of the cell, his eyes filled with confusion.

The two went outside to get some fresh air and sat on a shelf.

He lit a cigarette and started smoking with a look of pure enjoyment.

Having lost his mental nourishment for several days, Liu Zhi is now extremely addicted.

After finishing one cigarette in a few puffs, he lit a second one.

Exhaling a puff of smoke finally stopped the craving.

He turned his head and smiled meaningfully, "Section Chief Zhang, besides giving me cigarettes, there must be something else you want to do, right?"

They're all worldly people; they know there's no such thing as a free lunch.

The gang behind him has all disbanded, and they no longer bribe Tilanqiao Prison every month. Why should others give him special treatment?

Moreover, there must be other motives behind making these greedy prison guards pay out of their own pockets.

"That's right."

Zhang Hailin looked up at the stars in the sky and said in a calm voice, "I'll give you a chance for parole. You can then be released on medical parole and won't have to go back to prison."

"real?"

"I wouldn't joke about something like this."

"What do you want me to do?"

"He has diarrhea, so he's faking malaria."

Why?

"I'm the head of the health department. If malaria breaks out in the prison, I can apply for special funding, and you know what happens next..."

Before he finished speaking, his intention to embezzle funds under the pretext of a malaria outbreak was already clear.

This kind of operation is very common and nothing unusual.

They usually just exaggerate minor issues, aiming for a steady, long-term approach.

Reporting malaria this time will require purchasing medicine, disinfection, medical treatment, and so on, which is no small expense.

Six Fingers frowned, his mind racing.

If I could help act in a play and get the chance to be released on medical parole, then I certainly couldn't miss it.

Otherwise, without the guild paying him monthly, his life inside will be difficult.

He gritted his teeth and nodded, saying, "I can cooperate, but why should I believe you won't abandon me after I've served your purpose?"

"for you!"

Without saying a word, Zhang Hailin handed over a document for medical parole.

It not only bore the signatures and seals of several prison officials, but also included his name.

With silver ear fungus and small yellow croaker paving the way, it wouldn't be difficult to get a petty hoodlum who took the blame released on medical parole.

Six Fingers' eyes lit up, and he hurriedly nodded in agreement: "I will definitely cooperate fully!"

Zhang Hailin nodded in satisfaction and put the document away: "Don't worry, it's yours after it's done."

Then he took out a folded paper packet about the size of a thumb and ordered in a deep voice, "This is croton powder. Eat it all when you get back. Remember, don't say a word more than necessary!"