I bought a prison in the United States.

Hamon sat down, his expression slightly grave.

"After hearing this, 'Ghost Fang's' expression turned sinister, an expression the prison guards had seen before."

"The last time I saw him was the day before he killed a prisoner!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ge's expression instantly turned serious, and the joy of closing the deal vanished from his face.

"Those two are bound to get into trouble sooner or later."

Hamon strongly agreed:

"The conflict between 'Ghost Fang' and 'Blue Snake' is not a personal grudge, but a clash between two organizations within the prison."

"There is no possibility of reconciliation in this kind of conflict; the only way is for one side to completely overwhelm the other and make the other disappear."

"The problem is, we only have six prison guards, and if they choose to start a fight when the prisoners are gathered, we can't control them."

Lin Ge asked:

"Can 'Ghost Fang' be transferred to another prison?"

"cannot."

Harmon seemed to have anticipated Ringo's question, and so he said:

"The state corrections department will not accept a transfer application based solely on 'disagreements with other inmates' unless the individual has actually committed a crime."

"But the previous two times he killed people, the former warden covered it up."

"Although we will not let him off this time, we also have no means to threaten him. He is already sentenced to life imprisonment and does not care about a reduced sentence."

Lin Ge stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the exercise yard. Several prisoners were smoking and chatting next to the barbed wire fence.

He couldn't see the "ghost fangs" or the "blue snake".

They were probably both in their respective cells, or in some corner, continuing their irreconcilable standoff.

Lin Ge's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he said in a deep voice:

"Harmon, from now on, increase the frequency of patrols in the exercise yard and canteen. Wade and Coffey will each take one person, in two shifts."

"Don't just patrol at fixed times; decide randomly so the prisoners don't know when the next patrol will be."

"Also, separate and detain 'Three Dogs' and 'Blue Snake's' henchmen."

"Use the pretext of prison reorganization, so they don't feel like they're being targeted."

Harmon frowned. "Cell transfers require a reason; they can't be done without cause."

Lin Ge turned his head to the side, his face alternating between light and shadow:

"There are reasons, such as the weld on the window bars of cell number three on the second floor of Block D being cracked and needing repair."

"Temporarily transfer the prisoners living nearby to other cells. While the prison is under maintenance, transfer all the necessary people as well."

Hamon thought for a moment and nodded:

"Okay, I'll arrange it tonight."

"There's one more thing. From now on, all prisoners must work, including 'Demon Fang'!"

Lingo turned completely around, making it impossible to see his face in the shadows anymore.

Harmon's expression turned somewhat unpleasant:

"Chen, I've told you before, 'Ghost Fang' never enters the factory; it's an unspoken agreement between him and this prison."

"If you break this unspoken agreement, you're forcing him..."

"To force him to rebel?"

Lin Ge sneered:

"He's on the verge of rebellion now. Once his conflict with 'Blue Snake' erupts, trouble will ensue regardless of whether he enters the factory or not."

"Instead of letting him idly plot how to cause trouble, it's better to make him work. A tired person won't have the energy to cause trouble."

Harmon fell into a long silence, while the wind outside made the barbed wire hum.

Are you sure?

"Sure!"

Lin Ge said firmly:

"The new rules will be announced after roll call tomorrow morning!"

"Starting next week, all healthy prisoners will be required to work at least eight hours a day in the workshop!"

"Refuse to work, points reset to zero, exercise leave eligibility revoked, solitary confinement, including Ghost Fang, all prisoners are treated equally!"

"This rule applies not only now, but also in the future when the prison has more inmates!"

Hamon shook his head; he could already picture what tomorrow would bring:

"Ghost Fang will definitely refuse."

"If he refuses, put him in solitary confinement according to regulations!"

Lin Ge snorted coldly, revealing a rare tough stance; at this moment, he resembled a true warden.

"I want everyone in this prison to understand one thing: from now on, the rules here aren't made by the prisoners, they're made by me!"

Ringo's decisiveness and toughness were somewhat unexpected by Hamon, and he saw a familiar figure.

"You know what, Chen, the way you said those things just now really reminded me of my father."

Harmon stood up, pushed his chair back to its original position, and said with considerable emotion:

"He started a small construction company in Oklahoma City, but the business failed after a few years."

"Creditors came to the door, workers demanded back wages, banks wanted to foreclose on the house, and everyone was telling him to file for bankruptcy."

"But that stubborn old man chose to sell his house and his car, and moved into a trailer house and lived there for three years."

"Every morning at five o'clock, I would get up, drive a borrowed pickup truck to the construction site, and carry bricks and build walls myself."

"Three years later, he paid off all his debts, and then died of a heart attack less than two years later."

He walked to the door and opened it:

"My grandfather once told me that there are two kinds of people in this world: one kind makes the rules serve them, and the other kind sets their own rules."

"The first type of person lives well, the second type of person doesn't live long."

"But the second type of person who survives is the one who has the potential to change the world."

He walked out the door, his footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.

Lingo stood by the window, looking at the gray sky over the exercise yard.

White steam billowed from the chimneys of the distant oil refinery, slowly spreading in the wind and merging into the clouds.

Father… A figure flashed into Lin Ge’s mind.

He wasn't the father of his previous life, the one who left him a watch.

It was his father from a past life, a man who owned a small electronics factory in Shenzhen.

At its peak, the factory had 300 workers assembling DVD players for export to Europe and North America.

After Blu-ray was released, DVD orders began to plummet.

Suppliers are demanding payment, customers are defaulting on payments, and bank loans are due.

The year his family fell on hard times, Lin Ge had just started high school and almost dropped out to work.

But his father didn't run away like those deadbeats; instead, he gritted his teeth and supported Ling Ge's education while paying off the debts.

In the end, all that was left was an empty factory and an IOU for 300,000 yuan owed to the supplier.

His father is still alive.

In a farmer's house in the suburbs of Shenzhen, he goes to the park to practice Tai Chi every morning and grows flowers on the balcony in the afternoon.

He paid off that 300,000 yuan IOU himself for seven years, until he finally paid it off completely after graduating and making a little money from his first business venture.

On the day he paid off the debt, he said one thing to Ling Ge on the phone:

"Son, I haven't accomplished anything great in my life, but no one can say we owe money and won't pay it back!"

Two fathers, who will never know each other, but are both people to be proud of.

Lin Ge drew the curtains, walked back to his desk, and sat down.

From this moment forward, he will be the one to set the rules for this prison!