Burning Incense In Prison: Mistaken For A Fortune Teller

"Let him come here alone."

Zhao Yi said: "Since I gave it to you, take it. You have worked hard recently, so take it as a reward."

Hu Xiaokang was overjoyed. Five hundred thousand was enough for three years' salary, and he left after a series of flattery.

He also wanted to steal the money quietly, but thinking of Zhao Yi's various miraculous methods, he immediately suppressed the small jiujiu in his heart, and he didn't even dare to have any offense in his heart.

After a while.

There were footsteps again and the door knocked several times. Zhao Yi asked He Qinghong to come in.

He Qinghong, who had not seen him for several days, had a dull complexion, like a forest in late autumn. His healthy complexion had turned sallow and haggard, and his hair was like a tangled mass of weeds, scattered disorderly on his forehead and cheeks.

He was really scared. He didn't dare to close his eyes and sleep. His spirit was about to collapse. He was afraid that he would end up like those people.

No matter how strong a person is, when what he sees overturns his understanding, he will be destroyed!

As soon as he entered the door, he lowered his head deeply and glanced at the corner. He saw three incense-burning shrines. There seemed to be an incomprehensible presence watching, inexplicably bringing pressure to his soul. Zhao Yi sat with his back to On the chair, every time his fingers hit the table, the sound was like a sledgehammer falling heavily on He Qinghong's heart!

"Mr. Zhao...I was wrong!"

He Qinghong knelt down and cried to Zhao Yi at the top of his lungs: "I shouldn't test you, let alone send people to observe. It's all my own fault. I am willing to become your slave and give all my property to you. I just want to spare my life!"

He really doesn't want to die. He is only nineteen years old and has a bright future.

Moreover, my parents are ordinary people, and they have offended many enemies in recent years. If they really die in prison, they will definitely be stabbed!

Zhao Yi stopped knocking on the table, but did not speak, and the room fell into silence.

He Qinghong was kneeling on the ground, like a sinner waiting for trial, trying his best to suppress the fear in his heart, clutching the floor tiles with both hands, as if he wanted to find some solace from the coldness.

He didn't even dare to breathe loudly, lest he wake up the two kittens lying in the cat's nest next to him.

About eight or nine seconds had passed, which seemed like a century to He Qinghong. Zhao Yi turned his chair and slowly turned around. His profile was sharp and clear, and he looked down at him expressionlessly.

"You want to do something with me?"

"think!"

He Qinghong, who grasped the life-saving straw, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and almost shouted the word.

A smile appeared on Zhao Yi's lips: "I have put the matter in the past. You can go out safely now, but if you want to follow me to do things."

"You have to show your loyalty. Qin Hong's son was killed by me. Now he wants to turn Yuncheng upside down. If you kill him, you can take it as a confession."

"Kill...Qin Hong?"

He Qinghong's breathing was rapid and his eyes were bloodshot. He collapsed on the ground and said slumped: "But I have no way to get out of the prison... let alone kill him."

After his son Qin Yuanhao was killed, he was followed by bodyguards around the clock. With this untrained body, it would be impossible to kill Qin Hong.

"It doesn't matter."

Zhao Yi kicked him, and the man under the chair rolled out. It was Qin Hong who was tied up!

Qin Hong was gagged with a towel and his hands were tied behind his back with a rough rope. He couldn't help but whine helplessly. There were signs of being beaten all over his body. He kicked him out and rolled to the side of the kneeling He Qinghong. .

Zhao Yi, who was sitting on the chair, picked up the dagger on the table and threw it next to He Qinghong.

"kill him."

"Of course you can choose to leave. I'll just pretend you haven't been here today."

Zhao Yi said in a nonchalant tone, got up and made a pot of tea, poured himself a cup, and watched the show jokingly while drinking.

He Qinghong stared at the dagger, his heart about to jump out of his chest. He couldn't imagine what method Zhao Yi used to kidnap Qin Hong in without anyone noticing.

If Qin Hong was really killed, there would be fingerprints on the dagger, and he would definitely not be able to escape the death penalty.

but....

Having made up his mind, He Qinghong picked up the dagger from the ground and walked toward Qin Hong with fierce eyes.

As if aware of He Qinghong's murderous intention, Qin Hong's whimpers became louder, his body rubbed against the floor and he rubbed back hard, his eyes full of begging and fear.

He Qinghong is not an indecisive person, and he will not be merciful when he has made up his mind. Otherwise, there will be no benefit except making Zhao Yi even more contemptuous: "I don't have much experience in killing people for the first time, so I hope Boss Qin will bear with me!"

Walking behind Qin Hong, the dagger instantly cut open his neck, and blood splashed all over his face.

The violent facial features were extremely conspicuous in the sunlight, and the dark eyes were colder than a lone wolf. The wildness in his bones could no longer be suppressed. Perhaps because he felt that Qin Hong was not dead yet, he raised his dagger to strike again.

But what surprised him was that Qin Hong's body lying on the ground turned into a pool of paint.

He Qinghong: "???"

"Pap-pap-pap...pap-pap-pap."

Zhao Yi stood up from his chair and clapped with satisfaction: "Congratulations on passing the test!"

The Qin Hong in front of him is naturally fake. He was just a dummy drawn using the Heart Sutra of Creation after Hu Xiaokang left. However, it is lifelike in all aspects, and people who are not close to him cannot tell the difference.

He Qinghong also smiled, feeling very happy after passing Zhao Yi's test.

Not only was he not angry at being teased, but he felt that Zhao Yi was more and more mysterious and knew that he was following a powerful person!

Zhao Yi came to He Qinghong, reached out and patted his shoulder, injecting a strong force of true energy. The fatigue of the past few days was swept away, replaced by inexhaustible energy!

"Mr. Zhao."

"sit."

Looking at He Qinghong with tears in his eyes, Zhao Yi asked him to sit down first, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him: "What kind of business do you have in prison, and how much profit do you make every month."

Hearing this question, He Qinghong sat more upright, thought for a few seconds in his mind to make sure there was no mistake, and then said: "We mainly sell goods to prisoners, the best-selling ones are cigarettes, and then condoms. "

"The monthly profit is about 500,000 yuan. It's because the prison guards have a limited amount. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a problem to double it several times."

"Then there are some rich people who are so desperate that they want to sleep with a woman. The price ranges from 50,000 to 300,000."

It has to be said that rich people are popular everywhere, and there is also a high-end cell in Yuncheng Prison.

Two people share a room with private bathroom.

The monthly expenses of 200,000 yuan went into Li Botao's pocket.

You don’t need to use a sewing machine, you can also turn on a small stove to eat, and of course the price is very attractive.

When He Qinghong finished, Zhao Yi also said: "There will be no quota limit on cigarettes in the future. The prison guards have given the green light. If anyone dares to interfere, let him go to the prison warden's office to write a resignation report."