When Wang Yan stood outside the cell door in a uniform prison work suit, holding his bedding and a little yellow washbasin with toiletries, he found it somewhat interesting. But when he learned he would be staying here for more than four years, it became utterly uninteresting.
As he entered the cell and began making his bed, he spent those few minutes recalling the thousand years of life he had lived. Though he had played his share of major hooligans, he had only been imprisoned once before. That had been when he had first received his living father's favor, during his experience in the world of Infernal Affairs. It truly had been a thousand years ago.
He had already noticed Liu Liangti sitting there reading. Naturally, he had also long noticed Zheng Qiudong, who had come in with him. Perhaps his living father wanted to give him an opportunity to interact with the protagonist. Or perhaps it thought he had been living a little too comfortably and sent him somewhere suited to reflecting on life, so he could summarize and reflect on the past thousand years or something.
No matter what, he had ended up here.
It really was a novel experience. After all, he had never served time in China before. Another useless life experience had been added to the list...
"Brother, what did you do to end up in here?"
As Wang Yan put away his things, someone beside him asked curiously. Here, that question was an extremely ordinary greeting. Since everyone had come in, they were naturally curious about whose sentence was heavier and whose crime was stranger. It was like people striking up a conversation on a long-distance train—usually asking where the other person had boarded and where they were headed.
Zheng Qiudong was in a