Fang Mulan curled her lips and looked at Chen Tianze and scolded: "...It's like a dead person, how can you like it? I'll sleep with you?"

"I tell you, Brother Ang, if you drink too much, you have to force yourself, then you can be considered a treacherous person in law..." Chen Tianze was chaotic and pulled his calf.

"Get out of here." Fang Mulan took off Chen Tianze's shoes and clothes, then took out disposable underwear from the drawer and said, "You can change it yourself, I'll buy you a new one tomorrow morning."

"The money has been negotiated. You can quit when you go back. My club needs you," Chen Tianze rubbed his temples and said, "Come here to be the manager."

Fang Mulan looked at Chen Tianze's cheek under the moonlight, and after a while of silence, she replied: "Let's talk about it!"

"What do you mean?" Chen Tianze asked in confusion: "Are you afraid that I will pay you less money?"

"I'm a fool, I won't have a chat." Fang Mulan cursed with a squint eyes, turned around and walked out of the guest room.

"Do I have to sexually bribe you as a talent?" Chen Tianze asked teased.

"Get out, your mouth is so dirty!" Fang Mulan smiled, closed the door and walked out.

...

At night, inside the prison.

Fu Zhisong, who was less than three months in prison, was sitting in the captain's house at this moment, watching the seven or eight newly transferred prisoners playing Pupaijiu in poker.

"...You guys won and won, how do you calculate?" Fu Zhisong stood under the bed with his hands behind his back and asked.

"They are all short sentences. Those who lose will write IOUs, and go out and calculate." The leading prisoner replied casually.

"Then should I give it to you when I go out?" Fu Zhisong asked with interest.

"If you want to play, take out the verdict and show everyone. It contains your home address and household registration location. If you don't give it, you have to go to your house to find it." The leading prisoner replied with a smile.

Fu Zhisong was silent for a while and asked again: "How old are you playing?"

"The minimum bet for 500 yuan is, and the maximum is 5000 yuan. If you want to lose cash, just place an IOU directly to put the IOU to press the bet." The leading prisoner explained again.

"Then I'll bet 5,000 yuan." Fu Zhisong said eagerly.

“…Do you have cash?”

"Yes." Fu Zhisong lowered his head and took off his two shoes, took out five thousand yuan from the two insoles.

"Fuck, you're pretty stocked, so much cash in your pocket?"

"Where did you pay for it?"

“…!”

The prisoners asked in surprise.

"Haha, I saved it!" Fu Zhisong smiled and did not say that the cash was a benefit for Chen Tianze to provide him with the benefits he had to take care of when he was there.

"Come on, which one do you take?" asked the prisoner who was pushing the game.

"Tianmen, five thousand."

"Then do I open the card?"

"Open it!"

After saying that, Fu Zhisong followed the new prisoners to promote Paijiu. Moreover, he liked to make big bets when playing this game. He would look at a few cards to win or lose. He would leave if he lost, and would not be in a fight.

The first hand.

Fu Zhisong was killed by 5 heads and 6 heads and was killed by Tiangang at 8 o'clock, and lost 5,000 yuan directly.

In the second hand, Fu Zhisong went back to the house and took out five thousand yuan from under the pillow to press the Tianmen, but his idea was not good and he was still killed by the village at eight or nine o'clock.

With two cards, Fu Zhisong lost 10,000 yuan in cash, and 10,000 yuan in cash in it is definitely not a decimal.

"Are you still playing?" the leading prisoner asked.

After Fu Zhisong lost, he looked at the leading prisoner with a pale face and asked, "Did you use your sleeves to pass the card?"

A professional term for playing cards, a Northeastern money-seller, means that one party is playing tricks when gambling, making fakes, and using his sleeves to hide his cards to exchange for cards.

"What's the card? Check the number of cards and see a few cards!" The leading prisoner replied with his eyes wide open.

"You've finished leaving, I've returned the cards. I just saw you changing your sleeves." Fu Zhisong said in a affirmative tone.

"If you can afford it, play, if you can't afford it, don't play! I'm fucking sitting on the upper bunk, and I can see it when I move my fingers more. I'm going to have a jb card?!" The leading prisoner stood up.

"Who the hell are you scolding?" Fu Zhisong asked with a frown.

"Stop quarrel!" The captain frowned and persuaded.

"What should I do to scold you?"

"Fuck your mother!" Fu Zhisong punched him up.

"Beat him!"

After the leading prisoner hid back, he immediately shouted at several other familiar prisoners.

"Hulala!"

After saying that, seven or eight people jumped off the bed with a thunderous thunder and pulled Fu Zhisong into a fist. The dormitory where Fu Zhisong lived was a little far away, so no friends in his prison heard the sound and did not come to help.

"Your mom!"

After being beaten for two or three minutes, Fu Zhisong was still unwilling to accept it. He pulled the lead prisoner's neck and was about to hit his head on the heating pipe.

"Bang!"

"Puff!"

At this moment, a prisoner was holding a hard plastic stool and smashed it on Fu Zhisong's head. After the stool was broken, a raised piece of plastic happened to scratch Fu Zhisong's eyes.

"ah!!"

Fu Zhisong covered his eyes and screamed, and was about to snatch the stool like crazy, and wiped the prisoner who hit him with raised hard plastic.

"Di Lingling!"

The disciplinary pulled up the alarm bell and rushed into the house with a rubber stick. Then he first slashed the prisoners who were leading gambling, then reached out to help Fu Zhisong and asked, "How are you?"

"My fucking eyes can't see it." Fu Zhisong replied with blood on his head.

"Don't you tell me how you came in? Why are you still not idle here and still betting?" The dissertation cursed speechlessly: "If you keep doing this, you will die sooner or later on the betting."

Fu Zhisong covered his face, pointed at the prisoner who beat him and shouted: "Damn it, if my eyes can't be seen, I will kill you when I come back."

The prisoner looked at Fu Zhisong who was a little crazy, lowered his head and said nothing.

"Stop quarrel." After the disciplinary persuaded him, he took Fu Zhisong out and said, "Go to the hospital first. You can find a way to call your home and ask them to get you some money to the hospital!"

"If you don't fight, your family will save a lot of money."

"Then don't you see a doctor? If you don't save money, the government will pay you a fee. During the period of serving your sentence, you will be punished by his mother. Do you believe me if I give you a sentence? "The disciplinary officer stared at him and cursed.

After a while of silence, Fu Zhisong gritted his teeth and replied: "Call one for my friend and let him save some money for me."

"What's your friend's name?"

"Shen Tianze."

"Shen Tianze, the one who just went out a few days ago?"

"Yes." Fu Zhisong nodded.

"Don't be nonsense. Who knows you here? After you go out, who knows you? Why should they save money for you?" The dissertation cursed speechlessly.

"Just fight, he will definitely save it for me." Fu Zhisong insisted.

...

That night, the tutor called Chen Tianze, but the latter did not answer.

The next morning, after Chen Tianze woke up, he looked down at his cell phone and saw more than a dozen missed calls on it.

...

The other end is Northeast H City.

A young man sat at a dining table and asked at the owner of Renren's karaoke bar with his eyes squinted, "You said Ozawa is going to open a nightclub, and you still have to borrow money?"

ps: There will be additional updates tonight in the early morning.
Chapter completed!