The Shawshank Redemption

The two dined at an upscale restaurant. After dinner, Jiang Hao was taken to a dance hall. It was lively inside, and Johnny called over several of his men to keep them company. Everyone drank and chatted. Johnny lay back on the sofa with a cigar between his teeth and said to Jiang Hao:

"See any girls on the dance floor you like? Just pick one, and I'll have someone send her to your room tonight," Johnny said.

"No need. I'm not interested in them." Jiang Hao shrugged.

"Haha, true enough. Your girlfriend is a movie heroine. She's definitely beautiful."

"I'm sure Marilyn will be happy to hear that."

The two lit cigars and took a sip from their glasses. Johnny said, "I once knew a guy from New York too. That was when I was serving time in Shawshank. There was a guy named Andy from New York. He said he was a banker, and his office used to be on Wall Street."

Jiang Hao froze when he heard Johnny's words.

Shawshank.

Andy.

Banker.

Damn, wasn't Shawshank Prison a fictional place from Steve King's novel? And there was even a banker named Andy—could this be Andy Dufresne, the banker wrongly imprisoned in The Shawshank Redemption?

Jiang Hao had seen that movie several times. He knew Andy had truly been framed. Andy had never given up fighting for his freedom, but because of the warden's greed, his only chance to clear his name was snuffed out. In the end, he had no choice but to escape prison by digging a tunnel.

With a rock hammer and a dinner spoon, over nineteen full years, Andy had finally dug through the tunnel with a willpower ordinary people could hardly comprehend.

"Where is Shawshank Prison?" Jiang Hao asked.

"In Ohio."

Jiang Hao did