As soon as Jiang Chijing finished speaking, the nearest swindler greeted flatteringly, "Hello, instructor, hello." That way, he almost didn't hand over a piece of Zhonghua.
Some prisoners in the prison will please the guards, and the fraudster in front of them is obviously a typical example.
Jiang Chijing himself has no opinion on this kind of behavior. He occasionally offers convenience to individual prisoners, but his standard for treating people is not whether the other party pleases him or not, but according to his unique view of good and evil.
"Open the Code in front of you."
Jiang Chijing retreated to the whiteboard, turned around, picked up the marker, and wrote the words "obey management" on the whiteboard.
Different from his handsome appearance, Jiang Chijing's characters are vigorous and powerful, and the strokes of the brush are like the tip of a knife, making those four characters look even more intimidating. But only Jiang Chijing knew how much effort he had to spend to maintain his apparent composure.
The man named Zheng Mingyi didn't open the "Code", he just put his hands on his lap, and his eyes were always chasing Jiang Chijing's face.
Jiang Chijing felt this kind of sight on the night he was almost exposed. At that time, he hid behind the curtain in time, but the current situation did not allow him to escape again.
"1017," Jiang Chijing glanced at the number on Zheng Mingyi's prison uniform, "I will ask you to open the booklet in front of you."
The two were deadlocked for a moment, and it seemed like a long time. Zheng Mingyi, who was motionless, finally spoke, and two phrases spit out from his thin lips: "You read, I listen."
The indifferent tone, the attitude neither humble nor arrogant, is a slightly lower voice than Jiang Chijing imagined.
This is the second type of typical prisoner, who is not afraid of the guards and puts himself on an equal footing with the guards.
This kind of prisoner can only be at two extremes, either being reasonable, gentle and not causing trouble, or extremely dangerous, and once offended, he does not know what to do.
Jiang Chijing tends to classify Zheng Mingyi as the second type, but now is not the time to delve into this issue.
He retracted his gaze, tapped the whiteboard with the end of the marker pen, and continued: "There are three opportunities in a person's life to receive education, one is family, and the other is school. If you fail to educate you twice, it doesn't matter. , you have a third chance - prison."
Many people's concept of good and evil is just a vague concept, knowing what can be done and what can't be done, and there are gray areas in between.
And Jiang Chijing's view of good and evil is a complete system. Just like he peeps at others, he will do some good deeds to make up for it. If the prisoner who has done bad deeds does not have any good intentions, he will put this person Classified as wicked.
In short, Jiang Chijing is not very polite to the wicked.
"Instructor," the little bastard who had not spoken for a while suddenly pointed to a line of words on the book, "help me, what does this mean?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Chijing's eyes. He walked over to the man, tilted his head and looked at the place he was pointing, only to see four words with clear meaning written on the book: Insult the prison guard.
Another guy who doesn't look for trouble.
Before Jiang Chijing could take his eyes away, he felt a hand pressed against his buttocks.
"Tsk, good guy, it's so warped." The little bastard rubbed his hands while smacking his tongue, "It must be cool to dry."
While the man was speaking, the other two also shifted their gazes to Jiang Chijing's buttocks.
For some reason, Jiang Chijing didn't mind the swindler looking at him, but Zheng Mingyi's gaze on his buttocks made him feel like a light on his back.
This is not the case.
In such an educational classroom, an indecent part should not be the focus of everyone's attention.
Jiang Chijing tilted his head slightly, looked blankly at the wrist behind him, and then skillfully removed the baton from his waist, hitting the little gangster's forearm with a "bang" sound.
The little bastard scolded a swear word in pain, and his body habitually leaned towards the side where he was hit. Jiang Chijing poked his brow with a baton, forced him to sit up straight, and said coldly, "Do you think this is a detention center?"
Detention centers are places where suspects are temporarily detained, and their management is relatively relaxed.
Jiang Chijing had just read the profile of this little gangster and knew that this was the first time he was in prison, so he chose to compare what the guards did instead of directly asking him if he wanted to be locked up.
This is the third typical prisoner, uneasy about discipline and always jumping on the edge of provoking the guards. However, this kind of prisoner is best dealt with. If he is disobedient, he will be locked up until he is convinced.
"You're amazing, Instructor." The gangster raised his hands to show weakness, "You continue."
Jiang Chijing was able to stay in the southern prison without incident for the first half of the year, not because the prisoners were kind to him, but because he was a master who was not easy to mess with.
He glanced at the other two lightly, returned to the whiteboard, and read the contents of the booklet.
In ancient times, a philosopher put forward the view of evil in nature, that is, human nature is inherently evil. This is not a dark value, but that people should constantly improve their education to suppress the evil in their nature.
Jiang Chijing agrees with this view very much, just as he has the evil of voyeurism in his bones, but his good upbringing allows him to have a correct concept of right and wrong.
So he didn't teach the prisoners a perfunctory lesson, but sincerely hoped that they would listen.
The little gangster was cleaned up, anyway, looking at the whiteboard honestly. The swindler was startled by Jiang Chijing's baton, and he listened with great enthusiasm, and occasionally nodded in cooperation.
As for Zheng Mingyi, who was sitting at the back, he didn't read the book at all and even closed his eyes.
What's the matter with this man, did he come here to take a nap
Perhaps because of his own territory, Jiang Chijing gradually got rid of the shadow of voyeurism, and achieved real calmness in his mentality.
"1017," he read out Zheng Mingyi's serial number again, "what I'm talking about today, there will be an exam tomorrow. The test results are related to your performance in prison. You'd better listen carefully."
"I'm listening." Zheng Mingyi raised his eyelids, and there was no confusion in his eyes, as if he was just closing his eyes just now.
"Are you sure?" Jiang Chijing asked, "What did I just say?"
"Don't form gangs, bully others." Zheng Mingyi said.
The answer was word-for-word, and it seemed that he really listened carefully, but this is what Jiang Chijing just said, and it is normal to have an impression.
"What about the one ahead?" Jiang Chijing continued to ask.
"Your name is Jiang Chijing." Without thinking at all, Zheng Mingyi gave this answer.
Jiang Chijing was stunned for a moment before realizing that this was the first sentence he said to Zheng Mingyi when he walked into the conference room just now. In other words, he asked Zheng Mingyi to talk about the previous content, and Zheng Mingyi went straight forward indefinitely and returned to the very beginning.
Really... leaping thinking.
Jiang Chijing's stupor stopped the topic here. He simply stopped talking and continued to focus on the key points of the code.
Half an hour later, Jiang Chijing turned the last page of the booklet, looked at the three people in front of him and asked, "Do you have any questions for me?"
The punk raised his hand and asked, "Is the exam open-book or closed-book?"
"Closed." Jiang Chijing said.
"If caught cheating..."
"Confinement." Jiang Chijing interrupted the little gangster impatiently, "Next question."
"Instructor." The fraudster raised his hand, "When will we allocate labor?"
Jiang Chijing glanced at Zheng Mingyi, and seeing that he didn't want to ask any questions, he turned the whiteboard over and pointed to the simple diagram above and said, "Next, I'll tell you about the situation in the Southern Prison."
The Southern Prison has a total of three dormitories, housing more than 200 prisoners. New prisoners will go to dormitory 3 to adjust for a period of time, and then will be allocated to dormitory 2 or 1 according to their performance during this period.
Building No. 2 is an ordinary multi-person cell, while Building No. 1 has a solitary cell and a single cell, where the most dangerous prisoners in the prison are kept.
"The person who brought you here just now is the head of the prison building No. 3." Jiang Chijing said, "In the next period of time, you will mainly deal with him."
"Is he easy to get along with?" the little gangster asked.
"Look at your performance." Jiang Chijing said.
Every prisoner must work, two hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon, with a two-hour lunch break and leisure time in between, and group activities such as watching the news in the evening.
"What kind of work is there?" The gangster interrupted Jiang Chijing again.
"There are painters, woodworking, sewing, crop planting, etc." Jiang Chijing replied patiently.
"Which is the easiest?" the gangster asked again.
This time, Jiang Chijing's eyes turned completely cold, and he looked at the gangster with a blank expression. He can deal patiently with community workers, but he doesn't have a good temper when dealing with these unrepentant prisoners.
The little bastard touched his nose embarrassingly, he should have understood the meaning in Jiang Chijing's eyes and stopped asking some worthless questions.
"The place where you are now is the official building. In addition to the conference room, there is a lecture hall on the first floor, the library and the infirmary on the second floor, and the office area of all the prison guards on the third floor."
The official building and the three prison buildings are all three-story buildings, and there are corridors on the second floor, which can be shuttled between them.
Jiang Chijing briefly talked about the situation in the Southern Prison and the prisoners' work and rest time, and then asked the usual question: "Are there any questions?"
Neither the swindler nor the gangster said a word, as if they could see that Jiang Chijing didn't have much patience left.
Seeing that no one asked any questions, Jiang Chijing put away the booklet and prepared to end the class, but at this moment, Zheng Mingyi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly raised his chin and opened his mouth to Jiang Chijing: "Everything here Are there surveillance cameras everywhere?"
Jiang Chijing frowned imperceptibly when he heard the words, subconsciously speculating in Zheng Mingyi's intention to ask this question.
All the questions don't come out of thin air, like the gangster asking about the fate of cheating, it shows that he has the idea of cheating, and he asks what work is the easiest, showing that he tends to do easy work.
However, Jiang Chijing couldn't understand why Zheng Mingyi cared about the surveillance in prison.
Could it be that he wanted to escape from prison
Not too possible.
He only has a one-year sentence, and there is still a chance to commute his sentence if he behaves well. He doesn't need to take such a big risk to escape from prison at all.
But other than that, Jiang Chijing really couldn't think of any other possibility. He didn't like this kind of elusive feeling, but the neighbor who lived opposite was always like this, making him curious to death at every turn.
He quickly put away his messy thoughts and gave Zheng Mingyi an inaccurate answer: "Of course."