Xiao Ning gave a self-deprecating laugh.
His idea was by no means an exaggeration. If this villa were put on the second-hand market, it would easily fetch at least 80 million yuan, if not 100 million.
Eighty million yuan is an astronomical figure. Back in my hometown of Linjiang, my peers who went to work in factories earned only a little over four thousand yuan a month, and even working themselves to the bone for a year wouldn't earn them sixty thousand yuan.
Xiao Ning pondered that even though his nominal father had struggled for most of his life, all his assets combined probably didn't amount to this much.
With 80 million in hand, Xiao Ning could easily do whatever he wanted back in his hometown of Linjiang. What meaning would there be in striving for anything in life?
"Should I still open a martial arts school?"
Recalling that thought from before, Xiao Ning couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"Opening a martial arts school is not bad. It's not for profit or fame, but just to live comfortably. With enough money, you can live however you want!"
After thinking it over, Xiao Ning decided to go back and open a martial arts school. It would be a good way to pass the time and have something to do.
After clearing his mind, Xiao Ning closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
...
The Great Demon King Xiao Ning was fast asleep, while the new recruits in cell 504 couldn't sleep.
I had only heard of the Great Demon King's name before, but I had never seen him make a move. I thought he was just overrated. I never expected to see him today.
"Old Gao, was that new recruit taken to the solitary confinement room today?"
He Longxin, in berth number 10, turned around and asked Gao Kunlin, in berth number 9, who was next to him.
Gao Kunlin, whose hair and beard were both white, opened his eyes and replied softly, "Xiao He, did you see the shoulder insignia of the supervisor who was leading the group just now?"
Gao Kunlin is 62 years old, older than everyone else in the cell. Old people are light sleepers, and he already has trouble sleeping. If someone is willing to talk to him, he will have even more trouble sleeping.
Upon hearing this, He Longxin's eyes widened, and she shook her head: "No, how would I pay attention to that? Besides, I don't even recognize this thing!"
Gao Kunlin squinted and said slowly, "Sanmao Er is a second-level inspector, which is equivalent to a deputy director-level deputy director. You've only been watching Xiao Xiao show off his power!"
He Longxin agreed wholeheartedly: "Yes, Brother Ning is really impressive!"
Gao Kunlin smirked and said dismissively, "What's the use of being powerful in here? These days, what good is being a good fighter if you can't make money? You'll only be looked down upon! Only power and wealth can earn you respect!"
He Longxin nodded as if he understood: "I understand that. In a money-driven society, people laugh at poverty but not prostitution. People like Brother Ning, who have a bad temper, little education, and no skills, will have a hard time getting ahead in society!"
Gao Kunlin smiled and said, "That's not necessarily true. Xiao is still young, and he'll be leaving soon. If he can change his temperament and learn a trade, supporting himself won't be a problem. As for making a fortune, that depends on his luck!"
The saying goes that old people are shrewd and experienced. Although it was just something said behind people's backs, Gao Kunlin would not speak ill of others to avoid giving them a reason to criticize him.
At the same time, he thought to himself that this Xiao was quite cunning. He deliberately provoked the new recruit named Wang Qihui, and then took the opportunity to teach him a lesson. This not only intimidated the group of new recruits, but also established his own prestige. It was a double win.
Of course, Gao Kunlin only thought these words in his heart; he wouldn't say them aloud, lest he needlessly undermine Xiao Ning and make a fool of himself.
After chatting for a while, Gao Kunlin and He Longxin gradually drifted off to sleep.
The people in cell 504 are asleep, but some people can't sleep.
Solitary confinement, usually seen in television and movies, might be imagined by most people as a small, dark room where one eats, drinks, and relieves oneself—a truly terrifying prospect.
In reality, the so-called solitary confinement cell was just a single room.
The room, which is one meter long and one meter wide, has three walls and a glass doorway. There is only an iron stool that is 80 centimeters long, 20 centimeters wide, and 50 centimeters high. There are two cameras pointing at the top of the room and an alarm button at the doorway.
Two incandescent bulbs were installed above the ceiling, illuminating the entire room in daylight.
The only downside to being locked in solitary confinement is that no one talks to you; that invisible loneliness is enough to drive a person crazy.
In the solitary confinement cell, Wang Qihui plopped down on a stool, unable to lie down or fall asleep.
He never understood how he ended up in solitary confinement.
Even if someone has a foul mouth, does that warrant being put in solitary confinement?
Wang Qihui thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure out why he had been imprisoned.
What he didn't realize was that causing trouble inside wasn't the problem; the only thing he did wrong was that he shouldn't have shown contempt for the supervisors and was extremely arrogant.
Poor guy, he probably couldn't figure it out even if he racked his brains.
Just then, Wang Qihui suddenly clutched his chest with both hands.
A piercing pain shot through me!
"Ah!" he cried out and rolled off the stool.
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Chapter 7 Physical Health
Solitary confinement cell at Qiantang County Detention Center, Yuhang County, 10 PM.
Wang Qihui huddled on the floor of the solitary confinement cell, his hands clutching his chest, his face pale, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and even breathing was difficult.
He felt like he was about to die.
I can't die!
What will happen to my parents if I die?
The will to survive sustained Wang Qihui. He gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but fell down again. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and could barely breathe. He felt like he was about to die.