Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

Tian Qiaoguang didn't return for a full half hour, carrying two large lunchboxes and a thick folder in his hands.

"There's a police officer roster at the gate. I borrowed it. Take a look quickly, then I'll have to return it," Tian Qiaoguang said as she entered the gate.

"Officer Tian, ​​can I eat first? I can smell the aroma of chicken!" An Xiaohai said with a smile.

"Of course," Tian Qiaoguang said, placing the things she was holding on another table. "Come on, let's eat first. It won't take much time."

An Xiaohai got up and sat down opposite Tian Qiaoguang. His attention was entirely on the lunchbox, and he didn't even glance at the police officer roster. Tian Qiaoguang was obviously much more relaxed.

The meal was plentiful, mostly meat, which was exactly what An Xiaohai needed.

An Xiaohai ate very carefully, partly because he was enjoying the hard-won food, and partly because he could only eat with his left hand.

During this time, An Xiaohai chatted with Tian Qiaoguang, and gradually gained some understanding of her.

Tian Qiaoguang's life trajectory is very simple. He was born into a very ordinary Chaoshan family in the province. He has one older brother and three older sisters. He is the most academically gifted in the family.

Tian Qiaoguang majored in Chinese Language and Literature. After graduation, she applied for the civil service exam and was assigned to the First Prison of Shenhai City as the administrator of the reading room.

Tian Qiaoguang has a genuine love for literature, reads a wide variety of books, and is a loyal fan of Sanmao.

An Xiaohai and Tian Qiaoguang talked about many of Sanmao's works, from "The Crying Camel" to "Stories of the Sahara", from "How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams" to "Wandering Through Thousands of Mountains and Rivers".

Tian Qiaoguang became more and more excited as they talked, and by the end he was almost completely carried away. For him, this long-lost feeling of exhilaration was something he hadn't experienced in a long time.

The more An Xiaohai talked, the colder his heart became.

It's clear that Tian Qiaoguang is a sensitive and passionate person, but after working in this cold prison for less than two years, he seems to have become almost a different person.

This prison holds everyone inside. Inmates and guards alike, separated only by a cold iron fence.

The meal lasted for nearly an hour, and Tian Qiaoguang was still somewhat reluctant to leave. Seeing that An Xiaohai had already started flipping through the roster, Tian Qiaoguang lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.

An Xiaohai flipped through the pages quickly, and the smile on his lips became more and more obvious.

Perhaps to help the guards at the gate recognize and remember every officer in the prison, the roster was quite detailed and included photos of almost all the prison staff.

Both of the police officers in the corridor that day were among them.

The middle-aged policeman was named Qiu Peng, 42 years old, and was an ordinary policeman in the first prison ward. Originally, the prisoners called this area Area A, but the correct name should be the first prison ward.

Inside the security checkpoint, the man in the police uniform is named Chen Yongqiang, 37 years old. However, he is not a formally employed police officer, but an auxiliary police officer without official status. His main job is to work in the security checkpoint.

In terms of what we'll say more than a decade from now, this guy was just a temporary worker used as a scapegoat.

An Xiaohai also took note of Yang Yuanbing and Liu Cong.

Yang Yuanbing's official rank is not low. Although his official rank is only deputy section chief, his position is deputy warden of the First Prison of Shenhai City, which is one level higher than the district warden. He has considerable power, which explains why he can secretly manipulate so many things.

Liu Cong is just an ordinary police officer who is currently still in his probationary period.

I've been working for over a year and I'm still in my internship!

However, An Xiaohai was used to this. Many companies are like this; they won't let you get a permanent position easily. This is to make it easier for them to control you.

In the leader's words: This young comrade still needs to have his edges smoothed out!

An Xiaohai flipped through the entire roster, spending no more than ten seconds on each page. This is the advantage and wonder of hyperthymesia.

An Xiaohai doesn't need to see every single word on every page clearly; he only needs to scan the image to remember it, and then he can slowly recall and read it later, just like taking a photograph.

Seeing An Xiaohai's nonchalant attitude, Tian Qiaoguang secretly breathed a sigh of relief once again.

Tian Qiaoguang's actions are 100% against the rules. If discovered, the consequences could be serious or minor, depending on An Xiaohai's true purpose in looking at the roster.

Now, Tian Qiaoguang can finally rest easy.

An Xiaohai only glanced at it briefly. Tian Qiaoguang herself didn't believe that he could see anything or remember the information on the roster.

It seems that An Xiaohai was indeed only doing it for programming purposes.

An Xiaohai quickly finished flipping through the roster and immediately returned it to Tian Qiaoguang without any hesitation.

"I understand. If we want to create a work system, every police officer must have the following information: name, police number, and rank, and the rank and grade are not necessarily equivalent."

"Yes, it would be best to divide the prison areas into sections."

"Dividing the prison areas is not difficult. I think we can design a reporting system to facilitate information entry."

Furthermore, I'm thinking that if a management program could be implemented to generate things like work schedules simply by inputting some key information, and these schedules could be easily printed out, it would potentially save a lot of paperwork effort.

"This is a good idea, but is it feasible?"

"No problem, you see..."

An Xiaohai and Tian Qiaoguang had an in-depth conversation about the prison management system. Tian Qiaoguang was relatively cautious and did not reveal any key information about the prison, but that was enough for An Xiaohai.

This management system posed no challenge for An Xiaohai; it was simply a company OA system, and a very primitive one at that.

The time it took An Xiaohai to write this program was roughly the same as the time it would take him to type out the code without stopping, which would only take about ten days.

Of course, An Xiaohai would not do that.

It would take six months to a year to show his sincerity, and that timeframe is perfectly reasonable in this era, especially considering that An Xiaohai is just one person.

It was almost 11 o'clock when they returned to the ward. Tian Qiaoguang personally brought An Xiaohai back and even went to the doctor to explain for a long time.

Tian Qiaoguang was a little excited. The more she talked to An Xiaohai, the more she realized that he was unfathomable. This was no longer limited to the writing of a work software.

An Xiaohai's views and opinions often hit the nail on the head, and many times they can even enlighten Tian Qiaoguang.

This is a real gem!

An Xiaohai felt no pride whatsoever. He knew that it wasn't because he was so capable, but simply because fate had given him 30 years more experience than Tian Qiaoguang and the people of this era.

"Qiu Peng, Chen Yongqiang, I'm almost ready, and I hope you are too!"

Looking at the moonlight outside the iron bars, An Xiaohai propped himself up and lay down on the bed, then slowly closed his eyes.