Good-looking, not allowed to farm

Jamie got a slap in the face.

There is always a price to be paid for using others, so he knew that he must not hide from this blow, but after being beaten, he immediately shut up and pretended to be very scared.

Sure enough, seeing that Levin had deterred him, his anger eased a little.

And because the villain who was beaten was not actually a person on the stage, and as Jamie said, he is still useful at present, so this matter is finally reduced to a small matter, and a trivial matter is eliminated.

It’s just that in terms of the financial officer’s selfish and ruthless temperament, it’s hard to understand that the meaningless behavior of “a person who is willing to help another person who has nothing to do with him” directly puts Jack Mi's fights were boiled down to the despicable behavior of a villain who "became crazy as soon as he has a backer". It's louder than before. Heh, I thought he was a little clever, but it seems I was thinking too much. No matter how good-looking he is, he's just a pretty idiot."

Out of this feeling of contempt, he was too lazy to pursue further, and only warned Jamie, "There is no next time", and kicked him out, making him prepare for the next business.

Jamie escaped unharmed.

But he became more and more worried about his situation, and thought to himself: "For the time being, I can only rely on this pretentious pervert. If he doesn't want to control me one day, that scoundrel who was beaten will definitely tear me apart! Alas, even fools know it. You must never entrust all your wealth and life on others. This behavior is not only unacceptable, it is also the most stupid, unsafe, and death-seeking behavior in the world... But, damn it, what can I do?!"

However, no matter how worried and anxious he was and how much he distrusted the financial officer, when he fought with others in public and was taken away by the prison guards, he returned only half an hour later with all his bones, and even one After all the hair was gone, everyone firmly believed that there must be an established, unclear, sausage-egg-egg-sausage relationship between him and the financial officer.

So, out of wanting to curry favor with the treasurer, or just looking for an opportunity to grab some favors, some people came to Jamie to flatter him.

Jamie knew in his heart that these people gathered because of profit, and dispersed when profit was exhausted. He was polite and did not offend others, but he never promised anything casually between words.

Seeing that there was no profit to be made, those people dispersed soon.

When these people dispersed, the well-informed short Joseph came over again.

He whistled in a low voice in a teasing manner, his mouse-like thief eyes rolled around, he smacked his mouth again, and gave Jamie a thumbs up: "Amazing, amazing, no wonder you didn't promise me before If so, it turned out that he was aiming at the treasurer."

Jamie is now worried about the task assigned by the financial officer. He doesn't know what kind of person he asked him to make friends with and what he should do in detail. Speaking, just nodded indiscriminately.

But Joseph was more excited than usual.

Because there is a kind of people in the world who are suffering in a very dirty cesspit, but they never take the initiative to remind those around them who have not fallen into it to be careful not to step on the shit, but wish that everyone is like him, hurry up The son fell into the cesspit, and everyone covered himself with excrement together, so we are happy.

Now Jamie has finally 'compromised' and the beauty has fallen into the cesspit...

Joseph felt that he was a small person, and he didn't dare to touch this beauty, but he felt much more comfortable in his heart, just because he and the other party had already stayed in the same cesspit, and from now on they could share the same smell, and rolled in the shit together, so the conversation was gone. Be cautious and become casual: "My dear, you know what? I wanted to introduce you to a big guy..."

"Big man?"

Jamie repeated the word subconsciously out of curiosity.

"Well, it's nothing to compare with the treasurer." Joseph smiled awkwardly, and quickly explained: "But among us criminals, he is indeed a big man! You know the one-eyed thief Kukrop s?"

"Who is that?"

"A very powerful thief." Joseph seemed to be very proud of the man: "He has been on the arrest warrant, and the bounty is more than 500 pounds."

"Oh, that's pretty impressive," Jamie agreed perfunctorily.

However, in fact, for a person who pissed out a fine of two hundred pounds, this amount of bounty is not very good.

"Cyclopes, a good man, he was tall and big, like a giant."

Joseph admired, and praised the thief endlessly: "He is righteous, and everyone is willing to follow him. Do you know? When he was at his best, there were twenty or so people working for him! Moreover, he is smart and bold, as long as he takes aim at any property in a person's hand... Okay! It is absolutely impossible to escape, and he will always have a way to bring those loyal subordinates to steal the property he likes, Snatch it, cheat it, and then share it equally with everyone... Really, there is no better boss than him, and everyone is looking forward to joining his team..."

Jamie couldn't understand the words, it just seemed ridiculous.

What the hell is this?A thief did a good job in illegal and criminal affairs, and then made his debut smoothly, becoming the idol of Bai Yueguang in the hearts of criminals?

So, he interrupted Joseph's words with disdain: "But no matter how loud you say it, isn't he caught in the same prison as us?"

Joseph was extremely unconvinced, and hurriedly said, "No, no...it's different."

Jamie grew impatient.

In his opinion, the social environment in this different world is really bad. In the modern society before time travel, a heinous thief would never have any fans. Anyone with a little moral bottom line would only hope that he would be caught by the police uncle immediately. Go and shoot.

Therefore, he yawned lazily on purpose to express his disinterest in thieves, and said in a light and contemptuous tone, "Oh? I don't see any difference."

Joseph suddenly became anxious: "It's really different..."

He blushed, with blue veins bouncing on his forehead, and blurted out, "We can't get out when we get in, but he's different. Cyclopes successfully escaped from prison before..."

what!

Jamie immediately opened his eyes wide, changed his tone, and made a look of admiration: "Ah, really? Is he really so powerful?"

He changed his face too quickly. One second he was contemptuous and disdainful, but the next second seamlessly transitioned into admiration. Joseph didn't react, and felt that something was wrong in his heart. He still subconsciously said: "What did I lie to you?" ? Although not many people know about this, it is not completely unknown.”

Hearing this, Jamie was as happy as Columbus discovering the New World. He only felt that there was nowhere to go if he broke through the iron shoes.

The current living environment in the prison has become more and more dangerous, and if he makes a mistake, he will fall into hell... He doesn't intend to think about morals and principles at all, he just wants to get out immediately, the sooner the better!

Therefore, at this time, looking at this guy who likes to pimp and is described as wretched like a mouse, he doesn't feel disgusted, but becomes cute and cute.

So, he happily leaned over, held Joseph's dirty hand tightly, and said affectionately without any regrets: "My dear friend, you really should introduce such a big man to me. Don't hesitate, come, let's study together, when and where, make an appointment to meet? Or just this afternoon...Damn, I have something to do in the afternoon, so tomorrow? Tomorrow morning?"

I don't know why, looking at Jamie's dazzlingly beautiful eyes, but at this moment, they are like hungry wolves seeing meat, shining green eyes...

Joseph's body turned cold, and he began to regret his talkativeness a little bit.

only……

Although there is another way, everything is still unknown.

Jamie was not stupid enough to pin all his hopes on the unknown, so after sending Joseph away, he decided to continue focusing on the tasks assigned to him by the financial officer.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, a new prisoner was admitted to the prison.

This new prisoner had long hair, a big nose, a brown beard, and rough, dark skin. He looked no different from those old farmers who had worked endlessly in the fields for half their lives.

After he came in, he was calm and peaceful, and almost sat quietly on the ground next to the wall, staring intently at the unknown distance, without saying a word, and seemed to have no desire to communicate with others.

Jamie was thinking about the task given by the financial officer, and walked over quietly, wanting to strike up a conversation with him immediately.

I thought it was a simple matter, but I didn't expect the first sentence to get stuck.

Just because he was good-looking, others always took the initiative to talk to him; and he himself had never taken the initiative to strike up a conversation with others, and he was not skilled in business, so he was at a loss for a while.He doesn't know what words to start with, and he doesn't know what interesting words to start with, so as to arouse the other party's favor and interest, so as to achieve the purpose of getting to know each other.

While he was worrying about it...

The boy George, who was born with a round head and a docile eyes like a cow, walked over quietly.

"Thank you, thank you."

The child's voice was so low that he could hardly hear him, his expression was very weak, and his anxious and evasive appearance seemed to frighten him half to death at the slightest sign of trouble, but his attitude of thanking him was very sincere.

Jamie deserved the thank you.

Because he knew that without the support of the financial officer Levin, he would never meddle in his own business: "You're welcome, I didn't do anything."

"No, no one has ever helped me." George said softly, "No matter how much I cry, beg, or scream, no one helps me, only you."

He opened those big eyes, like a farm cow in the field, looking at his master with docileness and trust: "Thank you, Jamie. I will never forget your kindness. If there is a chance, I will definitely repay you."

Jamie has mixed feelings.

Being so sincerely and solemnly thanked, his principles and morals that were almost lost in civilized society seemed to come back suddenly.

Because of this, he was a little uneasy, and he didn't feel that he was worthy of this heavy gratitude, and he didn't want to squeeze any extra rewards from this poor boy.In the end, I had no choice but to smile casually and said, "You'd better forget all about it, it's not a happy thing."

George was moved to tears by his unrequited behavior.

It was only after Jamie's repeated persuasion that he left gratefully and gave up his decision to be a cow and a horse to his benefactor.

Then, Jamie sat on the ground blankly, forgot what to do for a while, and didn't even bother to think about the unfinished task.

He was once immersed in the gratifying emotion of "being appreciated for doing good deeds", but after thinking about it, he was sad again: "I used to stand on the sidelines, but this time it's just... oh, how did I become so bad?" ? Am I going to be so bad in the future? Even helping others has to weigh the gains and losses first... How did I become like this?!"

For a moment, depression and low negative emotions flooded him like a tidal wave, completely drowning him.

He had the idea of ​​giving up on himself: "Don't struggle! You've fallen into this situation, and you're terrified and painstakingly trying to find a solution every day, but you can't see any hope at all. Why bother? It's too tiring! It's too difficult! It's better to die , maybe you can pass back to the modern society after death.”

So low for a while...

A gentle voice suddenly rang in his ear: "Well, why, I mean, why are you willing to help that child?"

Jamie looked up in surprise, and found that the person who took the initiative to talk to him was none other than his mission target—the person who was still racking his brains on how to strike up a conversation.

Ah, he is well again!