After a while, Hao Ren realized that the person who was greeting him was just a chief corrections director.

It’s okay if you are young, but the most important thing is that this guy is obviously in the correctional system, that is, the front-line officials of the Correctional Service Department. Even almost all of his colleagues standing at the door to greet him are on the front-line.

In other words, they are not subordinates of themselves as civil servants.

“What’s the name?”

"The little surname is Cao, with a single name of Kun, and he is currently the warden of Stanley Prison."

"Well, let's go to my office first."

Hao Ren suppressed the strange feeling and took the person up. He didn't understand what this warden Cao meant.

"Brother Ren, really, from the heart, our brothers have long been hoping that you can lead us. When they heard that it was you, many brothers were so excited that they couldn't sleep for several nights."

"This... Warden Cao, I'm blunt, you all don't seem to be my direct subordinate. I am the Ministry of Industry and serve the Guan Gengsheng."

Upon hearing this, Cao Kun couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "But you are also the only Chinese in the head-level position of the Correctional Services Department. If you don't act as our person, who else can we count on?"

Hao Ren was stunned and understood a little. These killers clearly wanted to set up themselves to set fire. As soon as he came out of the police force, he was about to fight with the Director of Corrections?

It's quite interesting.

"Why are the ones who come to greet me today are your friends from the Department of Compensation and from the Department of Industry?"

"Hey~, Brother Ren doesn't know anything. At present... there are no Chinese at the director level or above in the Ministry of Industry, but almost all of us are Chinese at the correctional department."

Hao Ren was stunned for a moment.

He was indeed not familiar with the corrections side. Only after Cao Kun's explanation did he understand the situation roughly.

It turns out that among the dozens of prisons on Hong Kong Island, except for a few larger drug rehabilitation centers and juvenile custody offices, there are basically no ghosts in other prisons.

To be honest, prison guards are not really good jobs. The social presence is infinitely increasing to zero. The salary is not high, and the oil and water are not high. Sometimes when you get busy, it is common to not go home for a month or two. Isn’t this just a prison?

Except for the pervert who really makes bullying fun, who would rather be a prison guard.

Besides, the gang culture on Hong Kong Island is so serious that ordinary prison guards want to bully people and have to worry about whether they will be stabbed to death with a pointed toothbrush one day.

This is impossible, it is determined by the nature of the work. Even the warden has to go to work, and he has to go to prison after work. Therefore, noble ghosts don’t like to be prison guards, and these front-line positions are occupied by Chinese.

But do you want to be promoted to another level and leave the prison and become a senior police officer at the chief level or above?

Don’t even think about it, the warden is over. Those senior positions that don’t need to go to prison have nothing to do with Chinese people.

As for the Ministry of Industry, it is just a civilian position, it is so fat.

Who wouldn't want to use labor reform prisoners to work? Eat less and do more, dare to be lazy and procrastinate to go out for a meal. The human rights treatment for punishment in Hong Kong Island is just that. The entire Correctional Service Department does not treat them as human beings from top to bottom. The labor cost is extremely low, which is outrageous. However, the number of enterprises under the Correctional Service Department is actually losing money every year and requires government funding to survive.

This is so outrageous.

So there are no Chinese people at the civil service level or above.

The conflict between civil and military affairs in the Department of Corrections is far greater than that in the police force. After all, on the front line, it is them who guard the criminals and they who supervise the criminals to work. As a result, the money earned by the criminals has nothing to do with them. They want to criticize some benefits from the superiors, but their eyebrows will always be raised.

As for civil servants, I think the prison guards are all scumbags who are even more bastard than criminals. At least half of them were bought by the gang bosses, and some were just the younger brothers sent by the gang bosses to take care of their brothers. If you want money, what money is there? The Correctional Service Department will pay money every year.

There is nothing wrong with using momentum and water and fire to describe it.

After all, the prison guards still have the word "suspense"? They broke the bones and tendons with the police department. Long before Hao Ren was transferred, they always felt that this was their own person. Hao Ren had never seen them. He only helped him with the place where he could help. Sometimes they needed to be kept in prison, so they were directly instructed.

Besides, he is a Chinese after all! And he is a Chinese known for his might and domineering nature. If he doesn’t treat him as his backbone, who else can he use as his backbone?

……………………

On the other side, it had been several days since Lin Suxin tied up, but the street was still muscular and quiet. The thief Fu Guang finally confirmed that the old man dared not call the police to find his concubine.

So Fu Guang came to Lao Xu's home alone with great arrogance, and was so arrogant that he came to visit the door, not much. He said that as long as Lao Xu gave him 10 million, he promised that he would send Miss Lin back.

After thinking about it, Old Xu agreed very simply.

It seems that this old Xu... seems to be true love.

But for Fu Guang, what really made him happy was not money, but a mere thief like him who could one day stare at the nose of a rank-in officials like Lao Xu, so how could he not feel comfortable all over?

After being comfortable, I became more excited. The more I looked at Lin Suxin, the more I felt happy. After seeing her for more than ten minutes, I rushed up and took off her clothes, forcing her to do things with her only when she was an adult.

When he thought of this as a woman with a high-ranking official like Lao Xu, Fu Guang was even more fascinated and could not stop eating the marrow and eating it.

Once, twice, three times.

The third time, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. When he saw that Gong Jie broke in, Lin Suxin knew he was shy and hid in the quilt.

"Why are you coming in? Go out!"

"Boss, something happened, let's run away first."

"Run? What happened?"

"Looking in the camera, it seems that a note has come over."

"Tip?"

Fu Guang was shocked and quickly took out his telescope and looked around. He looked at several cameras in his villa from the computer.

"Look at this car, it has been parked nearby for a long time. I suspect there are notes in it. Look at this person again. I know this person. It is Yuan Haoyun from the East Kowloon Crime Squad. Brother, let's run away."

Seeing this, Fu Guang frowned slightly and said, "Why are they all plainclothes, not even a blue hat. They don't look like they are here to investigate. These notes look down on me a little."

"This...it seems like there is no military uniform policeman here."

"What they took seemed to be pistols."

"Um."
Chapter completed!