Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

An Xiaohai's body-strengthening plan did not end with the change of cell. Every day after finishing work and returning to the cell, An Xiaohai would continue to train his body.

That's how exercise works; once it becomes a habit, it can easily become addictive.

An Xiaohai is currently in this addictive state. Watching his muscles become firmer day by day brings him indescribable pleasure. This feeling is even similar to leveling up in a video game!

Squats, sit-ups, push-ups, pull-ups on the edge of the upper bunk... An Xiaohai tried everything he could think of.

An Xiaohai's training didn't produce much noise, but as long as he was training, the noise would always be there.

The other prisoners in the cell were thoroughly annoyed, but none of the leaders spoke up. In addition, An Xiaohai even dared to beat Zhao De to death, so no one dared to stand up and say anything. Their angry, irritable, and resentful eyes could almost swallow a person whole.

An Xiaohai continued to do as he pleased, completely ignoring the opinions of these people.

Based on the principle that if you can't beat them, you might as well join them, some prisoners in cell number 27 also tried to exercise. They soon discovered that this was actually a great way to pass the time!

As a result, physical exercise became a popular trend in cell number 27, leaving the two supervising guards completely baffled.

"Ah Hai, why are you working out so hard?"

Guo Xiangshui was clearly getting fed up. He was getting older and didn't want to go through all that trouble anymore, but the young prisoners around him were training so hard every day that he couldn't have a moment's peace. But he couldn't say anything, since his underlings had finally found something to pass the time, and he couldn't very well stop them.

"Health is the foundation of everything! If you're healthy, you can at least run faster if you can't win a fight!" An Xiaohai replied, panting as he glanced at Zhao De while maintaining his squatting position.

Zhao De was immediately furious. This An Xiaohai was getting more and more arrogant!

An Xiaohai secretly found it amusing. The longer he spent with these people, the more he noticed an interesting pattern:

If you don't want others to provoke you, try provoking them. The more you do this, the more cautious they will be, and their provocations and mockery will significantly decrease.

However, this is based on the premise that both sides are evenly matched in terms of mindset. If one side is obviously too weak and still uses this method, then it is courting death.

"You, Ah Hai! Stop provoking Ah De. He's been very good to you, keeping his word and hasn't bothered you since. Forget it, it's all in the past. We're all doing well now, aren't we? We became friends after this little misunderstanding."

"Alright, I'll do as you say!" An Xiaohai stopped exercising and went to his bedside to start packing his things.

In 20 minutes it will be time to watch the news. Every day at this time, Tian Qiaoguang would come and take An Xiaohai to the reading room to write programs.

An Xiaohai will take this opportunity to take a shower and have an extra meal, so you need to prepare in advance.

Just then, a sharp, high-pitched scream came from the cell, startling everyone who was caught off guard.

An Xiaohai was no exception; hearing the commotion, he thought someone had suddenly been attacked.

The shouting continued. An Xiaohai turned around and saw that it was Lai Donglin. He didn't know what had triggered him, but he suddenly screamed loudly on the bed.

"I'll beat you!" Zhao De, who was already annoyed by An Xiaohai and his group, immediately flew into a rage and kicked Lai Donglin.

Zhao De's kick was so powerful that it sent Lai Donglin flying off the bed. Lai Donglin's forehead hit the edge of the iron bed opposite him, and blood immediately began to flow.

Lai Donglin seemed oblivious, only catching his breath briefly before resuming his desperate screaming.

"I'm throwing down the thunderwood!"

This caused an uproar among the inmates in cell number 27, who rained blows on Lai Donglin. Lai Donglin remained defiant, shouting and yelling, showing no sign of stopping.

An Xiaohai's eyelids twitched! Lai Donglin's voice was already clearly cracking, and with the constant heavy blows, his screams quickly turned into agonizing howls.

"Are you rebelling? Scatter! Get out of the way!"

Mo Qinglian finally appeared, brandishing a baton and reprimanding the criminals who were attacking him, but he made no move to pull them apart. This was a professional maneuver; if he had rushed forward immediately, he would have risked being attacked and having his weapon disarmed.

The prisoners, of course, dared not go against the supervising guard. Most of them grumbled and backed away, while only a very few took the opportunity to kick Lai Donglin a few more times.

"All of you! Stand by your beds! Lai Donglin, stop shouting immediately!"

Mo Qinglian roared, but Lai Donglin seemed not to hear him. After catching his breath, he continued to shout loudly while lying on the ground.

"I told you to stop right now! Did you hear me?!"

Mo Qinglian's face was extremely ugly. Seeing that Lai Donglin did not respond to his orders at all, he frowned and was about to step forward to pull him away, but Lai Donglin suddenly scrambled up from the ground and pounced on Mo Qinglian.

Mo Qinglian was shocked and instinctively swung his baton, striking Lai Donglin squarely on the forehead.

Blood spurted out! It was unclear whether it was the original blood or the blood from the police baton.

Lai Donglin was so badly beaten that his whole body convulsed, and he fell heavily to the ground, his head hitting the floor with a dull thud that made one's teeth ache.

"Why? Why are you trying to harm me?! My actuarial model is correct... Risk is inevitable, but it's also relative... Mr. Hu, why won't you let me go?...

Lai Donglin had almost lost consciousness, muttering to himself, before finally passing out completely after a while.

The scene was somewhat gruesome. All the prisoners stood with their heads down by their beds, except for An Xiaohai, who stared intently at Mo Qinglian, his eyes burning with what seemed like flames.

"An Xiaohai, what are you looking at? What's so interesting? Lower your head and stand still! Do you want to get a beating too?!" Mo Qinglian's face was covered in blood spots, and he looked somewhat ferocious.

Mo Qinglian was sprayed with Lai Donglin's blood, and his anger had been mostly dissipated by the shock. However, when he saw An Xiaohai's appearance, his anger rose up again uncontrollably.

"Report to the disciplinary officer, I don't want to be hit with a baton!" An Xiaohai answered loudly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"I've been hit by a baton before, right here!" An Xiaohai pointed to the top of his head. "It was a warden who hit me. Someone wanted to kill me, and I was fighting with him when his baton hit my head. I needed six stitches that time!"

The guard who beat me was named Qiu Peng. After he beat me, he got promoted and is now the captain of the fourth squad in the first prison ward!

An Xiaohai's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, finally extinguishing much of the anger in Mo Qinglian's heart.

There's a certain unspoken understanding between prisoners and guards; unless there's a fundamental conflict of interest, both sides generally leave room for maneuver. If the guards go too far, who knows what these desperate criminals might do after they get out?

Therefore, it is very important to maintain a proper balance; there is no need to turn work into a personal feud.

Of course, all of this is on the premise that the prisoner still has hope of getting out. If the prisoner has no hope of getting out, or is already very old when he gets out, then he is not included in this category.

For prisoners, such hatred can mostly only be resolved by themselves; they can't rely on their brothers outside. The saying "when people leave, the tea cools" is especially evident in the underworld.

Most leaders would likely lose their position after leaving, let alone those who don't even have the opportunity to leave.

An Xiaohai is obviously not included in this category. His sentence is not long. If Mo Qinglian really wants to break ties with An Xiaohai, he either has to find a way to kill him here or make sure he never gets out, or he has to be prepared to face An Xiaohai's revenge.

"An Xiaohai, what do you mean?" Mo Qinglian's face was contorted.

"Xiao Mo, let's not worry about that for now. Let's deal with Lai Donglin first. We can talk about the rest later."

It was the older prison guard standing behind Mo Qinglian who spoke up to remind him, and even reached out to tug at Mo Qinglian's clothes.

Mo Qinglian's emotions finally calmed down a lot. After glaring at An Xiaohai, he called Guo Xiangshui and others to help Lai Donglin up and hurriedly left cell number 27.

"What a pity, they actually managed to hold back."

An Xiaohai secretly let out a breath.

Today is a good opportunity. Mo Qinglian is always making things difficult for him, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and An Xiaohai was indeed deliberately provoking him just now. As long as Mo Qinglian lays a hand on him, An Xiaohai will make him regret it.

Unfortunately, it was ruined by that older prison guard.

An Xiaohai did this for two reasons: firstly, the scene of Mo Qinglian hitting Lai Donglin with a police baton reminded him of his memories; and secondly, it was because of the words Lai Donglin uttered when he was in a daze.

"Actuarial model! So you're not just an ordinary accountant, you're an actuarial accountant! You're really something!"

Actuarial accountants and accountants are not on the same level at all; the difference between them is like that between a soldier and a general.

Accountants address specific issues at a particular point in finance, while actuaries address issues across the entire financial spectrum; they are the true designers and managers.

In this era, the qualification of actuary accountant is extremely difficult to obtain. There are very few actuaries in China, and the total number may not exceed one or two thousand.

He was an actuary accountant who worked for General Manager Hu.

Mr. Hu, which Mr. Hu can afford an actuary? Could it be Hu Haikong?