Of course Yu Jianguo could not meet Zhao Pengcheng in a separate interview room like Qingmu or a lawyer. The place where they met was separated by a thick piece of glass, just like one was a bank employee and the other was a customer who came to deposit money. The glass is fully enclosed, sound insulation is very good, and you can only speak through the phone.

They have no relatives. It is the first time that they have met people like this since they were in prison. They both feel fresh and sad.

Lao Yu is thinner than before, and his hair is all white, like a real old man.

Zhao Pengcheng watched, his throat suddenly choked and he cried. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and the rich emotions that were suppressed and belonged to humans suddenly burst out, making him a little at a loss. But he didn't want to stop, he had been suppressed for too long. And he knew that this might be the last time he saw Lao Yu.

Lao Yu didn't expect Zhao Pengcheng to cry so hard, his eyes were red, and he kept comforting: "Pengcheng, don't cry, ah, don't cry!"

"Uncle Yu...you are getting old!..." Zhao Pengcheng choked and said, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

Yu Jianguo hadn't heard him call "Uncle Yu" for many years, and couldn't stop his tears. He said, "My baby, I am old. It doesn't matter what I do, but you are still young!"

"Uncle, I'm fine." Zhao Pengcheng wiped his face and smiled. From the moment he saw Lao Yu, his mental arithmetic was truly let go.

"Hey, I know, I know you're okay." Lao Yu also smiled, "So I didn't bring anything, I know you are fine, you don't need it."

Zhao Pengcheng understood what Lao Yu said, and knew that Lao Yu understood what he said.

"Uncle, don't worry, I will be fine, and you have to take care of yourself in the future."

"Don't worry, I have someone taking care of it, it's good."

This meeting was very brief, and Zhao Pengcheng didn't even ask how Yu Jianguo came out. He believes that the person who can get Yu Jianguo out of prison must be able to take good care of him. He also knew that for Yu Jianguo to live well, the premise was that he himself had to live well to reflect his value. Yu Jianguo's happiness in his later years depends entirely on the value of Zhao Pengcheng.

Back to the work area, Zhao Pengcheng continued to work as if nothing had happened.

It was working overtime again that day. After loading the goods with the driver of the manufacturer, the driver smoked the armed police and the prison guards who were supervising their work, and threw a cigarette to him. Zhao Pengcheng didn't know how to smoke, but he took it and clamped it to his ear.

The driver smiled and said, "It is estimated that I will have to work overtime tomorrow. The work is tight these days. You are all fortunate enough!"

The armed police looked serious. Although he lit the cigarette, he did not speak. The prison guard complained: "You are too, how can there be such a day and night work, fortunately it is here, if it is in the factory, the workers must not rebel!"

The driver said: "The last batch, there will be no big work after finishing this batch. After finishing this batch, everyone can have a good rest and wait for the New Year!"

The prison guard said: "Don't, people like me can't work without work. If you don't have work, I can only take them to grab work with other squadrons."

The driver chuckled and said: "Then I don't know, let your leaders discuss with our leaders."

The prison guard said, "Why did you come alone in these two days, Liu Gong?" He said that Liu Gong was the inspector. In the past, the inspector and the driver came together.

The driver said: "The factory is busy, and Liu Gong can't leave."

Some people chatted a few words, and the driver took the bill and asked the prison guard and the armed police on duty to sign and drove away.

Zhao Pengcheng saw that it was still early and returned to the prison as required. The roommates are already asleep. He simply washed, squatted in the toilet, took off the cigarette from his ears, pierced the cigarette paper with his nails, cleaned the shredded tobacco and spread it out, which became a small piece of paper. He glanced at the faintly visible handwriting on the note, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and quickly threw the note, tobacco and cigarette butts into the water and washed them away.

Then, he came to his bunk without incident and fell asleep peacefully.

In the morning of the next day, Zhao Pengcheng came to the computer room and, in accordance with the requirements of the training specialist, conducted a test on the prisoners who received the training, and organized all the documents they wrote and put them in a special folder. This job delayed him a little time, and by the time it was done, it was already past dinner.

The prison lunch is the only meal that can eat meat. In the morning and evening, there are only pickled vegetable porridge and steamed buns. He felt a pity on his empty stomach, smiled self-deprecatingly, and reported to the work area.

The workload on this day was very heavy, the circuit boards were piled up like a mountain, and the prisoners had complaints but did not dare to say more, they could only protest with silent silence. The atmosphere on the construction site was particularly depressing.

Zhao Pengcheng checked the semi-finished product and the final product against the drawings over and over again, and his eyes were bloodshot. He had an empty stomach, and he ate dinner very quickly, causing his stomach to feel a little uncomfortable.

At night, the driver pulled away a batch of boards, saying that he would come back to pull the second batch in the middle of the night, and told Zhao Pengcheng that he must be careful in the last inspection.

Everyone was busy until the latter half of the night, and finally Zhao Pengcheng was left alone to wait for the driver who came back to pick up the goods. The overseer's prison guard yawned and scolded his mother.

The chickens raised by farmers in the distance began to croak, only to hear the sound of the rumbling engine of the truck. The driver got out of the car and said sorry and asked Zhao Pengcheng to load the car. He took out the cigarette and went to get close to the supervisor and the armed police.

Zhao Pengcheng climbed into the carriage of the van, and in the dim light, saw a person sitting in the corner of the carriage. He leaned closer and saw that the man was wearing the same prison uniform as him, with shackles on his feet, and his face was somewhat similar to him.

The two looked at each other and smiled, but no one said anything. Zhao Pengcheng only saw a touch of sadness in that person's eyes.

Zhao Pengcheng sat down, and the man crawled out of the carriage and started loading the goods. At this time the driver also came to help with the move. The supervisor yawned and said that you are moving. I will squint for a while and then go to the duty room to find me to sign.

Boxes of packaged circuit boards were loaded onto the car, which quickly blocked the lights from entering the car. Zhao Pengcheng sat in the corner of the carriage, carefully controlling his breathing so as not to cough due to the dust raised by the box.

Darkness soon enveloped him.

It seemed that after a long time, he heard the car door slam shut, the engine of the car roared, and then his body shook and bumped. He knew that the truck was driving towards the prison gate.

In the work area~lightnovelpub.net~, another "Zhao Pengcheng" dragged his tired body and moved the scattered cardboard boxes and circuit boards into the warehouse. The armed police on duty gave him a puzzled look. Just about to walk over, the overseer’s prison guard came over and handed him a cigarette and said, “It’s finally over, so I won’t have to be so lucky in the future.”

The armed police took the cigarette and said with a smile: "You are done, I have to be on duty."

The prison guard helped him put the cigarette on, and then shouted at "Zhao Pengcheng" in the distance: "Just squint in the warehouse, don't go back to the prison, it will be bright in a while."

...

At dawn, Zhao Pengcheng's guard came with a few prison guards and brought out the "Zhao Pengcheng" who was sleeping in the warehouse. The guard read the prison's decision:

"Zhao Pengcheng, in view of your recent performance, you have made great progress and results in both ideological awareness and labor reform. Your opinion on commutation has been submitted. It is now decided to transfer you to the sixth prison area to assist For the training job over there, these two are your new guards and instructors."

"Zhao Pengcheng" nodded blankly, and followed the two prison guards from the Sixth District.