Qincheng Prison.

Year 2009.

Autumn.

When Beijing was still called Peiping, Qincheng Prison was already standing here.

There are three things in this prison, not a celebrity, not a serious crime, not a big shot.

So the autumn wind, red leaves, and white tiles become its exterior, suits, single rooms, and park become its inner part.

"Master Li."

"good afternoon."

"Please give me a meal."

A teenager in a white sportswear stood in front of the restaurant window and reached out to hand a stainless steel dining plate to the master in the window.

Master Li was wearing a chef's hat and his eyebrows were gray.

He took the dining plate, picked up a long spoon and scooped it, buckled it, and served the meal neatly.

"for you."

"Thank you, Master Li."

The boy took the plate with a respectful tone and bent down to thank him with a smile.

"Ashu, wait." After he took two steps, Master Li called him and reached out to hand an orange out of the window: "Give you more."

"Thank you."

"Please leave it to those in need."

Chen Wushu shook his head slightly with the dining plate, politely refused the kind gift, and walked alone to a table in the corner of the restaurant to sit down.

Sword eyebrows, star eyes, and national face.

The white sportswear makes the wheat-colored skin look very attractive.

He is the most beautiful, popular and polite boy in Qincheng Prison.

There were many civilians wearing suits and shirts sitting next to the two rows of tables in the restaurant.

Their hair is white and their facial features are well maintained.

I always like to talk about national affairs and social development when I eat.

How could there be such a good prison in the world?

A prisoner who enjoys this?

They have a unified title in the news - Big Tiger.

The three non-relations of Qincheng Prison correspond to the three freedoms.

Freedom of movement, freedom of clothing, and freedom of speech.

The only person who has not appeared in the news with the word "big tiger" is the only one...

"Click, click."

Chen Wushu ate with chopsticks and ate very seriously.

For a martial arts practitioner, eating is kung fu and a very serious matter.

He can live in the same prison with a group of big tigers at a young age, not by anything else, but by a pair of fists.

"Da da da da." A crisp sound of leather shoes sounded outside the corridor, and a group of people surrounded a middle-aged man with a strong face and majestic demeanor walked into the restaurant.

"Leader, he is Chen Wushu." The warden stood among the crowd, pointed his hand at the corner, and introduced to the middle-aged man in a suit next to him.

"Mr. Chen, congratulations."

"You are the model of transformation this year and have set a good example for prisoners across the country."

The middle-aged man spread a red pennant with a line of black words printed on it.

National prison transformation model in 2009.

Chen Wushu put down his chopsticks and stood up, bowed deeply, took the banner with both hands and thanked him: "Thank you, leader."

“This is what I should have done.”

"I will definitely continue to set an example for Qincheng Prison and continue to work hard with everyone."

There are no good people in prison.

What's more, Chen Wushu is the only "murderer" in Qincheng Prison.

Don’t look at him being kind, polite and friendly in his usual manner. He talks about civilization and creates new styles. In fact, it’s just that the fox’s tail is not exposed.

Other criminals don't care about the honor of transforming models, nor do they take middle-aged men seriously.

They encountered a sudden "award ceremony" without any change. They had eaten and chatted as usual, but changed the topic they chatted about again.

"Damn!"

"Can the most evil man in Qincheng be a model for transformation?"

"Just get used to it, life is like a play, and play is like a life. He can act as soon as he wants to."

The big tigers can see very well and see very thoroughly.

The middle-aged man treated all the discussions as wind in his ears, patted Chen Wushu's shoulder and encouraged him: "Please keep cheering."

Then he tightened his tie, turned around and walked towards the door with a group of subordinates, and suddenly turned around and walked into the restaurant counter, picked up a stainless steel plate and started to make meals.

"Thank you, leader."

After Chen Wushu thanked him again, he rolled the banner by the table and started eating seriously again.

"Pu" A dish that was exactly the same as him was placed in front of him. The middle-aged man sat opposite him with a smile and asked, "Mr. Chen, don't you mind having dinner together?"

"Don't mind."

Chen Wushu held an orange in his hand and the chopsticks were already placed on the edge of the meal.

"Okay." The middle-aged leader smiled and began to pick up chopsticks to eat.

He was also chewing slowly when eating, very serious, with a certain rhythm between the closed teeth, and extremely rhythmic.

The warden and others stood five meters away, quietly watching the two of them eating, savoring the subtle changes in the atmosphere.

After seeing the other person's expression of eating, Chen Wushu couldn't help but squint his eyes, and a ray of sperm radiated from the gap under his eyelids.

He broke off an orange and stuffed it into his mouth, and asked while chewing it, "Chew thirty-six times in one bite of rice, and eat forty-five minutes in one meal."

"This is the Taoist method of 'drinking', which emphasizes arrogance and intention, and aims to completely absorb the nutrition from the rice."

"Leader, do you serve?"

Every industry is good at silly.

Middle-aged men have official spirit, but they cannot hide their martial spirit in their movements, let alone others do not want to hide their weaknesses at all.

He nodded without hesitation and admitted frankly: "Zhengyidao, real name Zhang Qian, Taoist name Luohu, is hung in Yuxu Palace in Wudang Mountain."

"Good Taoist name." Chen Wushu felt that the Taoist name "Rahu" had a profound meaning, so he couldn't help but praise it, and continued to turn the orange on his hand.

At this time, Zhang Qian stopped picking up food, and there were still chopsticks hanging between his thumb, index finger and middle finger and speaking: "I dare not take it."

"Mr. Chen is the first master in the world and a genius from generation to generation."

"Can I call you Master Chen?"

Chen Wushu ate a slice of orange, looked at the other party and smiled happily, "Yes!"

As soon as the master called out, the identities of both parties changed.

The people sitting here are no longer criminals and leaders, but predecessors and juniors in the martial arts world.

Zhang Qian also asked as Chen Wushu expected, and immediately spoke up and said, "I want to ask Master Chen for advice. Is Master Chen free?"

“Not available.”

Chen Wushu looked at him and refused unexpectedly.

"If you meet my requirements, I can take you out." Zhang Qian lowered his expression and did not put down the chopsticks in his hand.

Chen Wushu glanced at him and said in a cold tone: "Do you need to take me when I want to go out?"

His martial arts are a national treasure. As long as he just takes a few Zhongnanhai bodyguards as his apprentices, he can immediately leave Qincheng Prison and receive another five insurances and one fund. He really doesn't need a "savior."

Moreover, you cannot teach Kung Fu everyone, either you teach bad people who do evil or kind and pure good people. It is useless to teach a variety of people.

One is that I can’t learn well, and the other is that I can’t use it. In the end, I’ll be wasted and it will be a waste of time.

At present, Chen Wushu has no desire to go out at all.

Because he used to be a great villain, now he wants to be a good person.

"Huhuhuhuhu." Zhang Gan gasped for a few breaths with anger. Suddenly he raised the corner of his mouth, and two chopsticks formed a sword, and suddenly stabbed Chen Wuhu's throat.
To be continued...