Fate Had Already Shown the Way
"Isn't this a bit too extravagant...?" Feng Xue looked at the clothes that Jeston had sent over, her lips twitching slightly.
The clothes are indeed high-quality. You don't even need to touch them; just one glance is enough to tell that the design and tailoring are far superior to ordinary clothes.
Only...
This is a men's formal suit for a ball!
Although it looks similar to a regular suit at first glance, the cinched waist, the ostentatious gold thread, the somewhat eye-catching rhinestone Lapel Pin, and the various intricate lace trims that are hard to describe as either lace or something else make it look like a style that a normal person would wear.
However, compared to the prison uniform she was wearing, this clothing was indeed much more comfortable. The fabric of the lining alone was far superior to any clothing Feng Xue had ever experienced in her previous life.
"This outfit should at least have some comfort in it, right?" Feng Xue adjusted the neckline slightly. Although it was a little big in size, this actually prevented the waist-cinching design from putting pressure on him.
Since there were no full-length mirrors in the prison anyway, Feng Xue calmly wore it as pajamas, even though it was a dress.
However, even if it's just pajamas, wearing such nice clothes to jail seems a little strange.
Just when Feng Xue thought that Jeston would arrange for him to be sent to a solitary cell or something similar, the secretary calmly turned around and walked away, leaving Feng Xue speechless for a moment.
"Aren't these private prisons supposed to have those private little single rooms, like resort hotels, specifically for the Rich Person? Does Jeston think I'm not good enough?"
Feng Xue thought to himself, but what he didn't know was that such single cells were basically only found in prisons in bustling metropolitan areas. In a city like Saint Lotan City, which is a hotbed of crime, even if Rich Person goes to jail, they will be Jieyin to a prison in another city. They would never be in such a dangerous place where prison breaks are commonplace. Naturally, this prison would not have any luxurious suites.
But since his secretary had left, he didn't bother to say anything more. He simply sat on the bed with his knees drawn up, wearing his sharp suit, wrapped himself in the blanket, and continued reading.
"The number of people identified by the Tag has increased again, by ten... no, it's about fifteen now."
Feeling the feedback from the Tag increase her [knowledge] once again, Feng Xue was quite happy and didn't want to leave. At the same time, she found Jeston's ability to keep secrets laughable.
However, upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem like a worthwhile topic. After all, whether it's hunting or creating Phantom Object, Jeston can't do it all himself, and with so many participants, leaks are inevitable.
Ultimately, everyone has one or two people or things that are hard to refuse. So, the moment Jeston started releasing the Phantom Object, it wasn't surprising that he was investigated.
"To truly understand the Tag '[Money Printer],' one must at least be confident that they can benefit from it. If we consider it from that perspective, this Tag still has room for growth."
Feng Xue flipped through the dictionary in her hand meaninglessly, but her mind was processing the knowledge within the Tag. The knowledge provided by these Tag was no longer just at the level of physical Money Printer. With just a little searching, she could find knowledge about finance, manufacturing, research, invention, and so on. Basically, any project that could make money could be found, but relatively speaking, it was also very disorganized.
However, compared to these things that can only be used to broaden one's knowledge, the enhancements to the [Treasures] and [Crafting] elements are real and tangible. If it weren't for the fact that the current income is far from enough to cover the daily expenses, Feng Xue would want to stay in prison permanently.
However, the hysterical cries emanating from the prison quickly reminded him of his current situation. Now able to understand the language of the inmates, he could clearly understand that the desperate voice was loudly proclaiming the fact that he was about to disappear.
Unfortunately, to the jailers, such sounds were nothing more than incomprehensible noise, no different from the screams of ordinary prisoners suffering mental breakdowns in their cells.
This sudden change felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over Feng Xue, jolting her out of the joy of having her Tag reinforced.
"Yes, even with one or two Tag, I'm still just a nobody with nothing."
Hearing the shouts from next door getting louder and louder, and even the way they started banging on the iron gate in an attempt to attract the guards' attention, and even when the guards started yelling and even hitting them with batons, they didn't stop, Feng Xue suddenly felt that her previous joy was just like a slave being smug because he got an extra piece of black bread.
"I have to get out of here," Feng Xue muttered to himself, picking up the dental floss he was holding in his mouth and casually tossing in a few elements, trying to apply some Tag. But the next moment, his eyes widened slightly.
He looked at the object that had appeared on his lap and almost couldn't resist pulling out a packet of salt.
His heavy breathing gradually subsided. With slow, deliberate movements, he cut a strip from the towel binding the handcuffs, wrapped it around the sharp edge of the small object, and then put it in his pocket.
"Is this fate's answer to me?" Feng Xue felt the insignificant weight of the item in her pocket and sighed inwardly. However, with this thing, it seemed that her original prison break plan could be slightly modified.
"Long time no see, my dear brother." In the office of the president of Jeston Prison, a middle-aged man exuding the aura of an upper-class elite looked at Jeston and greeted him with a smile.
"Loken, why aren't you doing research in Norton City? What are you doing in Saint Lotan City?"
Jeston looked at the person in front of him with a hint of wariness. Although the other person was his second brother by blood, considering the attitude his eldest brother had shown before, he was very suspicious of what this person was up to.
"My father simply sent me to see you," the man named Loken said calmly, seemingly oblivious to Jeston's wariness.
"After all, you gave him two nice gifts, didn't you?"
"The old man won't let you come see me," Jeston cursed inwardly, but outwardly remained calm, pretending to be oblivious.
Is there some kind of reward for me?
Perhaps it was because Jeston's usual intelligence was so questionable that Loken couldn't even tell at this moment whether he was genuinely stupid or just pretending to get something out of him. However, considering the project his foolish younger brother held, he still nodded and said:
"That's right. Father said you have a good project here and asked me to bring some people to help you. After all, your team is mostly illiterate, and for research, my team would be more useful."