Chapter 318

Of course, Yu Jianguo can't see Zhao Pengcheng in a separate meeting room like Aoki or a lawyer. The place where they meet is separated by a thick piece of glass, just like one is a bank employee and the other is a customer who comes to save money. The glass is totally enclosed, with good sound insulation. You can only speak through the telephone.

They have no relatives. It's the first time they have met someone like this since they were imprisoned. They both feel fresh and sad.

Lao Yu is thinner than before, and his hair is all white, like a real old man.

Zhao Pengcheng looked at it and suddenly sobbed and cried. He didn't know what was wrong with himself. The rich emotions that still belonged to human beings burst out at once, which made him a little overwhelmed. But he didn't want to stop. He had been depressed for too long. And he knew that this might be the last time he saw Yu.

Lao Yu didn't expect Zhao Pengcheng to cry so badly and his eyes were red. He comforted: "Pengcheng, don't cry, ah, don't cry!"

"Uncle Yu... You're old!..." Zhao Pengcheng choked. "It's all my fault!"

Yu Jianguo hasn't heard his name "Uncle Yu" for many years, and his tears can't stop. He said, "baby, I'm old, it doesn't matter what I do, but you're still young!"

"Uncle, I'm fine." Zhao Pengcheng wiped his face and smiled. From the moment he saw Yu, his mind was really put down.

"Hey, I know, I know you're okay." Yu smiled, "so I didn't bring anything. I know you're fine. You don't need it."

Zhao Pengcheng understood what Lao Yu said and knew that Lao Yu understood him.

"Uncle, don't worry. I'll be fine. You should take good care of yourself in the future."

"Don't worry, I'm taken care of. It's very good."

The meeting was very brief. Zhao Pengcheng didn't even ask Yu Jianguo how he came out. He believed that the man who could get Yu Jianguo out of prison must be able to take good care of him. He also knows that to make Yu Jianguo live well, the premise is that he has to live well and reflect his value. Whether Yu Jianguo was happy or not in his later years depended on the value of Zhao Pengcheng.

Back in the work area, Zhao Pengcheng continued to work as if nothing had happened.

On that day, he worked overtime and finished loading goods with the manufacturer's driver. The driver gave cigarettes to the armed police on duty and the prison guards who supervised their work, and threw a cigarette to him. Zhao Pengcheng couldn't smoke, but he picked it up and put it on his ear.

The driver smiled and said, "tomorrow is estimated to work overtime. The work is tight these days. You are lucky and hard!"

The armed police looked serious. Although they lit a cigarette, they didn't speak. However, the prison guard complained, "you really don't work day and night. Fortunately, it's here. If you're in a factory, the workers can't rebel!"

The driver said, "the last batch, there will be no big work after finishing. After finishing this batch, everyone can have a good rest and wait for the New Year!"

The prison guard said, "don't worry, I can't be idle. If you don't have any work there, I can only take them to grab work with other squadrons."

The driver said with a smile, "then I don't know. Let your leaders discuss it with our leaders."

The prison guard said, "why did you come alone these two days, Liu Gong?" he said Liu Gong was the inspector. In the past, the inspector came with the driver.

The driver said, "the factory is busy, and Liu Gong can't leave."

Some of them had a chat. The driver took the list and asked the prison guard and the armed police on duty to sign it, so he drove away.

Seeing that it was still early, Zhao Pengcheng returned to the prison house according to the regulations. My roommates are already asleep. He simply washed, squatted in the toilet, took down the cigarette from his ear, tore the cigarette paper with his fingernails, cleaned the cut tobacco and paved it into a small note. He glanced at the faint handwriting on the note, smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth, and quickly threw the note, cut tobacco and cigarette butts into the water to wash away.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he came to his bunk and fell asleep safely.

The next morning, Zhao Pengcheng came to the computer room. According to the requirements of the training specialist, he conducted a test for the trained prisoners, sorted out all the documents they wrote and put them in a special folder. The work delayed him a little, and when he finished it, he had already finished his meal.

Prison lunch is the only meal that can eat meat. Sooner or later, there are only pickled porridge and steamed bread. He felt his empty stomach and felt a little pity. He smiled at himself and went to the work area to report for duty.

The workload of the day was heavy, and the circuit boards piled up like a mountain. The prisoners had complaints, but they didn't dare to say more. They could only protest with silent silence. The atmosphere on the construction site was particularly depressed.

Zhao Pengcheng checked the semi-finished products and the final finished products against the drawings again and again. His eyes were full of blood. He had an empty stomach and had a very hurried dinner, which made his stomach a little uncomfortable.

At night, the driver pulled away a batch of boards first, said he would pull the second batch in the middle of the night, and told Zhao Pengcheng that he must be careful in the last inspection.

Everyone was busy until the second half of the night. Finally, Zhao Pengcheng was left alone waiting to hand over with the driver who came back to pull the goods. The prison guard yawned and scolded his mother.

The chickens raised by farmers in the distance began to crow before they heard the rumbling sound of the truck engine. The driver kept saying sorry and asked Zhao Pengcheng to load the car. He took out his cigarettes and approached the supervisor and the armed police.

Zhao Pengcheng climbed into the van. In the dim light, he saw a man sitting in the corner of the van. He looked closer. The man was wearing the same prison uniform as him, and his feet were shackled. His face was somewhat similar to him.

They looked at each other and smiled. No one spoke. Zhao Pengcheng only saw a touch of sadness from the man's eyes.

Zhao Pengcheng sat down. The man climbed out of the car and began loading. At this time, the driver also came to help move. The supervisor yawned and said you carry it. I'll go and squint for a while, and then go to the duty room to find me to sign.

Boxes of packed circuit boards were loaded into the car and soon blocked the light shining into the car. Zhao Pengcheng sat in the corner of the carriage and carefully controlled his breathing to avoid coughing caused by the dust raised by the box.

Darkness soon enveloped him.

It seemed that it was a long time before he heard the car door slamming shut, the car engine roaring, and then his body shook and bumped. He knew that the truck was heading for the prison gate.

In the work area, another "Zhao Pengcheng" dragged his tired body and moved the scattered redundant cartons and circuit boards into the warehouse. The armed police on duty looked at him with some doubt. Just about to go over, the prison guard of the supervisor came over, handed him a cigarette and said, "it's finally finished. You don't have to be so lucky and bitter in the future."

The armed police took the cigarette, smiled and said, "you're done. I have to be on duty."

The prison guard helped him light his cigarette, and then shouted to "Zhao Pengcheng" in the distance: "just squint in the warehouse and don't go back to the prison. It will be dawn in a while."

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At dawn, Zhao Pengcheng's discipline came with several prison guards and brought out the "Zhao Pengcheng" sleeping in the warehouse. The correctional Department read out the prison's decision:

"Zhao Pengcheng, in view of your recent performance, you have made great progress and achievements in both ideological consciousness and labor reform. Your opinions on commutation have been submitted. Now we have decided to transfer you to the sixth prison district to assist in the training work there. These two are your new discipline and instructors."

"Zhao Pengcheng" nodded blankly and followed two prison guards from the sixth prison district.