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"Wow! Fish Head, are you trying to kill me?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but exclaim.
"Who can kill you? You have to do some work, you know. This mission is important, but it's relatively simple," Shen Zhiyu replied.
"Dean Long just told me about the detention center, and now you're bringing up another detention center. Are you trying to tell me that everything is interconnected?"
"Dean Long? You mean Vice President Long Shaoxing. In your Huaxia University of Political Science and Law, everyone calls them president, while you internally prefer to call them dean."
"Here we go again, changing the subject. Fine, just send me the relevant materials later. At least the detention center isn't like a prison; I don't have to work there."
"Wow, you even know that?"
"Have you never seen a pig run after eating pork? I gave you a lot of face this time; I originally wanted to go to Yanjing to see my girlfriend," Zhang Yang said before hanging up the phone.
"That's generous of you. I'll take you to Yanjing when I have time so you can see... Hello? Hello? Damn it!"
Zhang Yang struggled for a long time to explain to Ding Weiwei why he couldn't go to Yanjing during the holiday. In the end, Shen Zhiyu called Ding Weiwei and explained how important this mission was, promising that he would personally take Zhang Yang to Yanjing right before the winter break and arrange for them to have a great time. Finally, Ding Weiwei's displeasure seemed to dissipate.
Originally, Ding Weiwei wanted Zhang Yang to go to Yanjing to shake off a few pursuers from school. Since Zhang Yang couldn't go, she decided to return to Haizhou.
Chen Xiangyu and Chu Ruoxi initially wanted to invite Zhang Yang on a trip, but when he simply said "I have a mission," they didn't ask further. Chu Ruoxi's father, Chu Hongshi, was originally the deputy head of the same ministry as Chen Xiangyu's father, Chen Weizhou. When Chen Weizhou was assigned as a high-ranking official in Shanhai, Chu Hongshi took over as the head. Therefore, Chen Xiangyu and Chu Ruoxi had some understanding of the Heavenly Mechanism Group.
On the night before the holiday at around 8 PM, a Grand Cherokee stopped at the side gate of Huaxia University of Political Science and Law. Zhang Yang walked out through the side gate, and as the window rolled down, Shen Zhiyu's face appeared. "The car you've been assigned is pretty nice," Zhang Yang said as he opened the door and got in.
"This is my private car; it's for personal use but also serves public purposes," Shen Zhiyu said.
"Wow, you're the famous Manager Shen from Heavenly Mechanism Group; shouldn't your private car be a Lamborghini or at least a Mercedes or BMW?" Zhang Yang took the materials, mission plan, and photos that Shen Zhiyu handed him and began looking through them.
"Not interesting; this Grand Cherokee has more power. Once this mission is completed, I'll gift you a Mercedes GLK300; that's enough for picking up girls."
"Emma, isn't it just a thousand dollars?"
"Who are we to each other? But I guess since you're so wealthy, you might be too embarrassed to ask."
"My little bit of money might not even be enough. I really need to get some cash. I mean, don't give me the car anymore; can you just give me the cash equivalent?"
"No more car!"
"I never believed you in the first place."
"Are you done reading? Once you're finished, give it back to me. Remember, only one person knows your identity, so be careful." As they spoke, time passed, and Shen Zhiyu stopped the car. They had arrived at a large iron gate on the outskirts of Shanzhou. In the night, a white sign glowed coldly, and the black letters of Shanzhou City First Detention Center were clearly visible.
"Got it." Zhang Yang got out of the car and noticed a police vehicle parked at the entrance. Two police officers got out, holding some documents, and placed handcuffs on Zhang Yang. Shen Zhiyu nodded and drove away.
With a clang, the large iron gate opened, revealing the detention center director Xie Changli and two guards who led the police and Zhang Yang inside.
The handover was simple and quick. The officers brought Zhang Yang to a long two-story building. Zhang Yang took a look around; the walls were thick granite, with a room every few meters on the first floor, all secured with iron doors. The purpose of the second floor was unclear; several rooms had lights on while others were pitch dark.
An iron door opened, and Zhang Yang stepped into the cell. With another clang, the iron door closed behind him.
The walls of the cell had two small light bulbs emitting a dim yellow glow, and an indescribable smell filled the air. Zhang Yang glanced around and heard a rustling sound as about twenty or thirty people sitting on the bunk beds all sat up, all of them bald-headed; it seemed that the lighting in the cell was much brighter now.
"This kid hasn't shaved his head!" one inmate shouted.
"You bastard, stand straight!" yelled a burly man lying in a corner of the bunk. He straightened up and glared; his thick eyebrows contrasted with his small eyes, giving him a fierce appearance. "Looks like this Hulking Man is the boss of this cell," Zhang Yang thought to himself.
Zhang Yang hadn't shaved his head because Shen Zhiyu had promised him he wouldn't have to. In fact, before a court ruling, these individuals were merely suspects—referred to as "suspects"—and not actual prisoners in the true sense; they didn't have to shave their heads. However, for hygiene reasons related to preventing parasites and for easier management of suspects through uniformity—and also as a form of punishment—this practice continued.
Moreover, suspects wouldn't dare request not to shave their heads. So in Shanzhou City Detention Center, Zhang Yang was indeed the first one to enter a cell with long hair.
"What did you come in for?" The Hulking Man pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and asked with a smile. A skinny guy nearby, seeing the Hulking Man's cheerful demeanor, became excited. He knew this was a sign that the boss was planning to mess with someone; when he wasn't in the mood to do so, he would be very serious.
"Intentional injury, stabbed someone," Zhang Yang replied according to the information provided. As required, he was a college student who had stabbed a classmate severely because that classmate had teased his girlfriend.
"Stabbed someone? You look so delicate; I bet you got stabbed while selling yourself," the Hulking Man said, causing several people around to chuckle quietly.
Zhang Yang coldly glanced at those laughing, took out a pack of Soft Zhonghua cigarettes, struck a match to light one, and began to smoke. This pack of cigarettes and matches had been secretly given to him by Director Xie Changli.
"Feeling so tough?" The Hulking Man seemed a bit surprised. "You little brat, I have to show you some color here. In this place, if you're a dragon, you must coil; if you're a tiger, you must lie low!"
Zhang Yang exhaled a puff of smoke. "A pig brain like you can become the head guard? You still don't get it? Who comes in here without getting their head shaved? Who can bring in cigarettes and matches directly? Hurry up and give me a good spot; I want to sleep."
Upon hearing this, the Hulking Man hesitated. At this moment, Zhang Yang added, "My old man runs three companies; he's got plenty of money. This detention center has been well taken care of." These words were also prearranged.
"Having money is good, very good!" The previously hesitant Hulking Man suddenly became cheerful. Initially, he thought Zhang Yang had connections within the police system; such people were not to be offended. He didn't expect him to be just a rich young master. People like that would be milked for money in detention centers; suspects would first be beaten half to death to teach them a lesson before being extorted.
"Let's give him a bath first and wash away all that sin!" The Hulking Man surprisingly gestured as if reciting poetry while issuing the command.
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