Zhang Dianyu and Mr. Wayne stared at each other, and the old man next to him finally stood up and made a rescue: "Mr. Warden, please show us the prison."
Zhang Dianyu suddenly realized that he was visiting the prison. This task is not difficult to understand, it is equivalent to introducing the initial interface. After all, he just came to this simulated reality game inexplicably, and this task is quite good.
He clicked on the bird's-eye view of the prison, mentally simulated the route, and said to Mr. Wayne, "Please follow me."
The chef at the door was still poking the drink machine, and the Coke was pouring out with a clatter. Zhang Dianyu glanced at it, thought for a while, clicked on the game panel, and added a double sofa in the staff lounge.
The efficiency of the engineering team in the game is very touching. When he took Mr. Wayne to the door of the office building, the magical craftsman had already walked in with a sofa.
Mr. Wayne stared at the worker carrying the sofa until he disappeared around the corner, Zhang Dianyu felt a little guilty.
Although the miraculous and versatile craftsman walking like flying with a double sofa is a bit unbelievable, but will the NPC also have the emotions of curiosity and inquiry
Zhang Dianyu didn't dare to be too casual, what if there is a favorability function in this simulated reality game? What if this Mr. Wayne has the right to divest suddenly
Thinking of this, the smile on Zhang Dianyu's face became more sincere.
Mr. Wayne withdrew his gaze from looking at the craftsman, and when he turned his head, he met the bright and bright smile of the young warden. With the slightly feminine and cruel handsome face and the slightly raised corners of the eyes, it made people feel at ease under the sun. I couldn't help but want to shiver.
Now Wayne began to believe the rumors that the warden secretly threw all the prisoners who provoked into the transformer room to get rid of them, and there were rumors that the heads of the prisoners who refused to obey the discipline were pushed into the toilet and drowned.
"I heard that the death rate of prisoners here is relatively high." Wayne seemed to ask casually, "And light criminals are never accepted here."
Zhang Dianyu opened the door of the office building with a key, and led the two of Wayne into the courtyard.
Detaining a petty criminal can only get a daily government subsidy of 300 US dollars, but they have to eat 12 US dollars a day, and there is also the risk of jailbreak. Only fools do this kind of loss-making business.
If it weren't for the fear that only serious criminals would fight all day in the prison, he wouldn't even want to accept intermediate criminals.
"The prison brings these scumbags together, and it is inevitable that there will be some accidents in the fight." He tried his best to explain in euphemistic terms. This garbage game didn't give him the option to answer questions, and he didn't want to annoy Mr. Wayne, so he had to rack his brains.
"We have purchased a batch of stun guns. After all the guards have undergone centralized training, the death rate can be greatly reduced. Prisoners will be stunned in time when they make trouble, and there is no need for armed guards to shoot."
Yes, at the beginning he hired a large number of armed guards to patrol the dormitories and restaurants, and whenever he found the possibility of riots, he opened fire and suppressed them with force, which resulted in the death of many prisoners in the early prisons.
But it's better than the guard's death, he has to pay the pension, it's all money!
Wayne nodded, as if accepting what he said.
Zhang Dianyu began to introduce the courtyard.
This is a 6x6 square, paved with gravel and lawn, used as a place for prisoners to relax.
At the prison, which holds 118 inmates, the concept is more or less the same—inmates can stack arhats or sit on other people's necks to juggle while they are out.
Zhang Dianyu touched his cheek in embarrassment. This is not the time to let the wind go. There are only two armed guards in the venue, and the shotguns in their hands are shining brightly in the sun.
Zhang Dianyu gave a vague introduction, and Wayne was not very serious, as if he just said "um" a few times as a matter of routine.
But Zhang Dianyu didn't know why he always felt a little light on his back.
The armed guards must have looked too fiercely in their eyes. Before he left, he gave the two guards in the middle of the field a hard look, thinking that he would fire them when Wayne left.
The area of this prison is actually not small, but Zhang Dianyu set up double-layer walls to prevent prisoners from digging tunnels to escape from the prison. In addition, the needs of the prisoners must be met, at least they must have enough food, so after setting up a large restaurant, there is not much space left.
Even so, although the sparrow is small and complete, it has all the facilities that a prison should have.
From classrooms to workshops and laundry rooms, as well as prisoner benefits such as churches and libraries, Zhang Dianyu satisfies all the needs of prisoners in a limited space.
He was quite proud at first, but his mood slowly sank to the bottom of Wayne's increasingly silent reaction.
"The last thing left is the public restaurant with the largest area in the entire prison." Zhang Dianyu said hopelessly.
He glanced at the game panel just now while Wayne was looking around. The charitable funds provided by Wayne Enterprises were also within the scope of the subsidy, showing that the task was in progress, but it had not been completed.
It appears that Mr Wayne was not too pleased with the results of the visit.
The convict dining room, while large, was loud and dirty and unlikely to impress the goddamn Wayne.
"Then let's take a look." Wayne said nonchalantly, "It's almost lunch time, and I would like to experience your company's staff restaurant."
Zhang Dianyu's back was stiff.
He had just brought Wayne into the dining room of the prison, and in front of him was an incomparably vast space, with rows of long tables and benches neatly arranged, and further inside was a huge kitchen with 15 A chef is fully capable of providing enough meals for this huge restaurant.
— except there is no staff restaurant.
What do tool people eat!
Seeing his expression, Wayne frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"
"In fact," Zhang Dianyu began to make up, "in our prison, the staff will eat in the same place as the prisoners—in order to avoid crowding and stampede accidents, most of the time the kitchen will also send meals to the staff lounge."
Wayne was silent.
That is, the staff lounge with only a double sofa and a drink machine, and the dirty floor full of footprints, is it also serving as a staff restaurant
After a moment of silence, Zhang Dianyu heard the sound of "crashing" coins and water. He glanced up in surprise and found that the total assets of the prison had increased by 30,000 US dollars.
He looked at the subsidy funds of the "Wayne Enterprise Charity Fund" again, and it was indeed completed.
Tears welled up in Zhang Dianyu's eyes, he wanted to hug Mr. Wayne in front of him and kiss him, and shouted "Dad".
But when he looked around, he found that Mr. Wayne took a plate and was leisurely following the prisoners who came in to eat one after another, ready to line up to get the food.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Is it too late for him to change the food supply level to "high" now... He should be glad that he changed the long-standing "low portion and low variety" meals to the medium level when the prison was running well not long ago