"Stop him, or report him, it's that simple."
Last night, Jiang Chijing turned late into the night, and his thoughts were disorganized. For a while, he felt that people are not sages and sages, and it is not impossible for him to let the water go, but for a while, he felt that it was a matter of principle, and the principle was the bottom line that must be adhered to. He can't make mistakes on this.
As a result, this morning, he asked Zheng Mingyi what he could do with dark circles under his eyes. This person gave such a suggestion lightly, as if Jiang Chijing's entanglement last night was like a joke.
"How can it be so easy to stop him?" Jiang Chijing frowned.
"Then are you going to report him?"
As Zheng Mingyi asked, he wrote the words "resist" and "gao" on the white paper, and drew two circles on the two words respectively.
"Don't report." Jiang Chijing took the pen from Zheng Mingyi's hand and added a horizontal line in the middle of the wrong word "resistance".
Jiang Chijing definitely didn't want to sue Xu Sheng unless he had to.
This is a very strange mentality. It's not that he can't tell right from wrong, but Xu Sheng is so frank with him. He even told him the criminal plan after breaking out of prison. When Chi Jing reported Xu Sheng, he always felt that this was a betrayal of Xu Sheng's trust in him.
Of course, the trust of a prisoner is not a precious thing, but Xu Sheng is a man who values love and righteousness, and Jiang Chijing really can't do such a thing as sticking a knife behind his back.
"Then you now have two options."
Zheng Mingyi took the pen from Jiang Chijing's hand again, drew two arrows under the "block" circle, and wrote the words "block" and "qian".
The words are simple, and there are no mistakes, but to Jiang Chijing's surprise, the words for money are quite neat. It seems that this person is really destined to work with money.
"One is to stop him and prevent him from going out; the other is to give him money to solve his problems." Zheng Mingyi said.
"How could it be possible to give him money." Jiang Chijing took the pen in Zheng Mingyi's hand again, and drew an X on the word money in a complicated mood, "That money is not a small amount, I am not a philanthropist."
To help is love, not to help is duty. Originally, he didn't have much affection with Xu Sheng. If he helped to that extent, it would have nothing to do with affection or duty, and he would simply be a fool.
"Have you considered finding a fundraising channel?" Zheng Mingyi asked.
"It's impossible to raise such a large amount of money in a short time." Jiang Chijing said, "Xu Sheng is so anxious to go out, I'm afraid the old lady won't be able to last long."
If it is only a small amount of 100,000, it may be done in a week or two, but the money the old lady needs for the operation, unless a miracle happens, it will not be so easy to solve.
"Speaking of which," Jiang Chijing suddenly looked straight at Zheng Mingyi, "Are you making money quickly when you invest in stocks?"
"You mean investing in stocks to help him earn medical bills?" Zheng Mingyi asked amusingly, "Okay, Officer Jiang will give me the 50 million principal first, then I promise to complete the task."
"Do you want that much principal?" Jiang Chijing had not been in stock trading for a long time, and he didn't have a very specific concept.
"A stock that rises more than 5% in one day is already a big rise, and it's impossible for the stock to rise every day." Teacher Zheng went online again, "I told you before, which two types of people have the highest stock returns? "
After chatting and passing the exam, Jiang Chijing said, "The deceased and those who forgot their account passwords."
"Yes, you have to be stable to make money." Teacher Zheng said, "Short-term trading is risky, and for the same expected return, short-term requirements for principal are higher."
Jiang Chijing changed Zheng Mingyi's words into an easy-to-understand statement - it is not reliable to rely on stock speculation to solve this matter.
Besides, Jiang Chijing couldn't come up with the 50 million principal. His family conditions are indeed good, but not yet to the point of being abysmal. If he can give out 50 million casually, then helping Xu Sheng to solve this matter is just a matter of a small effort.
In the end it's a question of money. In life, most of the troubles are related to money. It is really not easy to get around this hurdle.
"So the way to help him still won't work." Jiang Chijing said.
"Then there is only another option left." Zheng Mingyi tapped the word "stop" on the white paper with his index finger, "stop him."
"I tried it yesterday." Jiang Chijing's biggest headache is this, "I can't convince Xu Sheng at all."
Not only couldn't be persuaded, he was almost persuaded. If a person is not firm even in himself, it is impossible to persuade others.
"Why persuade?" Zheng Mingyi tilted his head, "You can stop him directly."
"How to stop?" Jiang Chijing was slightly startled.
"On his way out of prison," Zheng Mingyi once again took the pen in Jiang Chijing's hand and sketched on the white paper, "Look for an opportunity to stop him."
Jiang Chijing gets off work every day, and has never stayed in prison after dark. He thought about the solution for a long time last night, but he never thought of directly intervening in Xu Sheng's actions, also because his thinking was limited to the working hours of 8 to 5 in the morning.
"The entrance and exit of the prison's vehicles are here." Zheng Mingyi pointed to a horizontal line drawn with the tip of his pen. "The trucks come in from here and will drive to the back door of Building 1 like this." The tip of the pen draws a curved line on the paper. , the arrow points to the block representing the dormitory building, "On the way, only this place is in a blind spot for monitoring."
The place that Zheng Mingyi circled on the paper is located between the bathroom and the prison building, which happens to be a section of the road that cannot be captured by the surveillance cameras on both sides.
"If you stop Xu Sheng here, you won't have to alert the other prison guards, but it doesn't rule out that Xu Sheng will do something to you in a hurry."
"If he does something to me, then I won't protect him." Jiang Chijing said, "I will use the walkie-talkie to notify the patrol team that there are prisoners who want to escape. When the entire prison is under martial law, he will not be able to escape again."
"So you see," Zheng Mingyi put down his pen slowly, "the initiative is entirely in your hands."
"But my closing time is five o'clock, and I can't be in jail every day."
"There should be someone in the administrative department who is responsible for contacting the supplier." Zheng Mingyi said, "You are a prison guard, so it shouldn't be difficult to find out."
Jiang Chijing fell into contemplation when he heard the words. Indeed, as Zheng Mingyi said, he only needed to find out the delivery time of the paint, and he could solve this matter quietly.
"Why do I think," Jiang Chijing slowly raised his eyes and looked at Zheng Mingyi suspiciously, "This matter has suddenly become a lot easier?"
Zheng Mingyi pointed to the white paper on the desk with his chin, and said, "Use the mind map reasonably."
What Zheng Mingyi guided Jiang Chijing to do just now was a simple mind map. Choose one from reporting and blocking, one from giving money and blocking people, and one from persuasion and interference.
After finalizing the interference, think about specific solutions.
Of course, even then, things didn't quite work out. Jiang Chijing exhaled and said, "The old lady's surgery fee is always a problem. It's like a ticking time bomb. I don't know what Xu Sheng will do."
"Indeed." Zheng Mingyi nodded, "but the top priority is to prevent Xu Sheng from escaping."
I have to admit that Zheng Mingyi's thinking is indeed much clearer than Jiang Chijing's. After a complex matter is split, it becomes several simple steps, and the difficulty can be greatly reduced by clarifying the ideas and conquering them one by one.
Jiang Chijing glanced at the white paper again. Zheng Mingyi's writing was really ugly, but the schematic diagram was drawn in a decent manner. Even Jiang Chijing hadn't noticed it. It turned out that the overall layout of the southern prison was like this.
Maybe this is the difference between people.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chijing was inexplicably unwilling, and said, "You should really practice your calligraphy."
For people with dyslexia, this requirement is a bit overwhelming. But Jiang Chijing only has absolute confidence in this point, and he also wants to…
Show his excellence in front of Zheng Mingyi.
"Are my words ugly?" Zheng Mingyi picked up the pen and wrote his name stroke by stroke on the white paper, "It seems to be alright."
"Look at the 'Ming' you wrote," Jiang Chijing took the pen from Zheng Mingyi's hand and wrote the words "Zheng Mingyi" in one go, "This is the vertical hook."
Zheng Mingyi stared at the words written by Jiang Chijing for a while, and said with a smile, "You still write well."
He took the pen again and wrote his name again, but it was still crooked.
"Don't separate the strokes from the strokes too far." Jiang Chijing disliked the trouble of carrying a pen around, so he simply held the back of Zheng Mingyi's hand and led him to write his name.
"The vertical next to Bao's ear should be elongated, and the two points of the characters should be symmetrical to look good."
As he was writing, Jiang Chijing suddenly found that Zheng Mingyi's hand was not working at all, and he was dragging Zheng Mingyi to write. He raised his eyes and looked at the person beside him, and found that Zheng Mingyi was staring at him in a trance.
"Why, don't you want to learn?" Jiang Chijing asked.
"No." Zheng Mingyi suddenly put down the pen in his hand, turned the back of his hand, and held Jiang Chijing's hand instead, "Your hand is so cold."
In this hot day, the cool touch is so comfortable. Jiang Chijing was stunned for a while, before realizing that Zheng Mingyi was taking him to relieve the heat.
Zheng Mingyi's palms were as hot as a soldering iron, so hot that Jiang Chijing's ears were hot, and even his heart was hot. He subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Zheng Mingyi grabbed him tightly and opened his fingers with his fingertips.
"Should you go out more often?" Zheng Mingyi looked at Jiang Chijing's finger and said, "It's ridiculous."
"It has nothing to do with you." Jiang Chijing faintly felt that his mind had a tendency to be out of control. He moved his wrist, but he still couldn't break free from Zheng Mingyi's hand.
"When I go out, how about you come to my house for a barbecue on the weekend?" Zheng Mingyi said, "The lawn at my house is quite suitable for barbecue."
Hearing Zheng Mingyi's invitation, Jiang Chijing frowned subconsciously, and his brain almost didn't explode.
Does this guy know what he's talking about
He growled inwardly, I'm a voyeur, how can you invite a voyeur into your house? You know how exciting this is for voyeurs? I have tried my best to hold back the candid photo of you wearing an apron. What if I go to your house and steal your underwear
Although his heart was already turbulent, Jiang Chijing still poured cold water on the surface calmly and said, "Go out first and see what the hell is burning in your house, and barbecue."
"Is it serious?" Zheng Mingyi said with a natural tone, "Then I'll stay at your house first."
"My house?" Jiang Chijing's eyes widened immediately. If it was exciting for him to go to Zheng Mingyi's house, then Zheng Mingyi's coming to his house was a horror.
His family's bed is a 1.8-meter-wide bed. Normally, this type of bed is placed in the middle of the bedroom, because the bed is wide, and if it is against the wall, it is inconvenient to sleep on the inner side.
But Jiang Chijing's bed is next to the window. Of course, there is only one reason for this strange layout - to facilitate peeping at Zheng Mingyi.
"No." Jiang Chijing immediately refused, "There is only one bedroom in my house."
Of course, Zheng Mingyi knew this. After all, their small houses were of the same type, and they were both very compact two-story buildings.
"I can sleep on the sofa." Zheng Mingyi said.
"sofa?"
Doesn't that mean Zheng Mingyi sleeps under him every night? Then how could he sleep!
"No, no." Jiang Chijing shifted his gaze, looked at the hands the two had been shaking, and frowned, "Why are you holding me all the time?"
Didn't he find that the oatmeal in the milk had exceeded the standard
Zheng Mingyi looked at the fingers of the two of them again, and slowly released his strength, no longer holding Jiang Chijing's hand.
The palm of his hand suddenly cooled, and a cold air blew, which at least blew away the irritability in Jiang Chijing's heart.
Half an hour in the morning passed, and when Zheng Mingyi left, he took away the piece of paper Jiang Chijing had written his name on, saying that he was going back to practice.
It is not an overnight success in practicing calligraphy, not to mention that Zheng Mingyi has dyslexia. Jiang Chijing didn't take it too seriously, because now he has more important things to do.
"Did you say furniture?" the colleague in charge of purchasing said to Jiang Chijing, "There is no need to purchase new furniture to renovate the prison building."
In the administrative section on the third floor, Jiang Chijing couldn't have asked when the paint would be delivered as soon as he came up, so he opened the topic with the excuse that a relative at home opened a furniture factory, and wanted to see if there were any opportunities for cooperation.
"Is that so?" Jiang Chi nodded and said in a chatty tone, "Actually, my family has relatives who wholesale paint, but it seems that our prison already has a partner."
"That's right, the paint has already been set." The colleague said, "The second batch of goods is almost here."
Unexpectedly, the key information came so quickly, Jiang Chijing's eyes instantly narrowed, and he pretended to ask inadvertently, "Do you want to wait for the prison building to run out before sending it?"
"Not really." The colleague said, "It should have been delivered last night."
last night
Jiang Chijing almost broke out in a cold sweat.
"But the delivery person went to deliver goods to other customers during the day, and he was delayed on the way. He couldn't make it at night, so he changed the time."
Delivery is not like express delivery, there are often unexpected situations, and it is normal to delay for a few days.
"Then it won't be delivered all the time, the prison building is useless, right?" Jiang Chijing continued to inquire, what he meant was actually to imply that if he couldn't deliver it, he might be able to find his relatives. Of course he has no such relatives, and I say this just to make the logic of the conversation less obtrusive.
"That won't happen." The colleague waved his hand and unintentionally threw a heavy bomb at Jiang Chijing, "It will be delivered tonight."
"tonight?!"