Another open space, I walked through and entered a corridor, and the prison guards who were arrested here went through the handover procedures with the prison guards inside, and then they carried out the five major procedures for going to prison.

These five major procedures are body cleaning, searching, registering items, interrogation, and shaving.

So Zhang Haotian and the other five were ordered to take off their clothes, open their luggage for inspection, from cash to lighter, they were kept by the prison, and then they issued a receipt.

After the body cleaning examination, Zhang Haotian got a blue prison uniform with 54217 numbers printed on the front and back, a green plastic washbasin and a gray-blue bedding, and then asked him to shave his head outside the open space.

Zhang Haotian walked out, but saw that the four prisoners who had just come with him were already outside, and two elderly prisoners wearing prison clothes were shaving the new prisoners under the surveillance of two prison guards.

Nothing could happen here anymore, so the two prison guards took out their cigarettes and lit them, and then stood and chatted easily.

Zhang Haotian stood behind a man who looked about the same age as him, with a height of up to 1.7 meters, but a pretty and pretty face.

When the first fat middle-aged prisoner's head was lit, the old prisoner with his head shaved whispered: "I owe me 50 cents, do you remember?"

The middle-aged prisoner immediately nodded, said "um" and left.

There should be no money for haircuts in prison. Zhang Haotian didn't understand it. He was thinking about it. The fair and handsome young man turned around and looked at his confused eyes, and said, "Your name is Zhang Haotian. When I registered just now, I saw your name. My name is Bai Zhihua. We are imprisoned on the same day. This is a fate. If you respect it, make friends."

He said, stretching out his hand.

Zhang Haotian is a very loyal person who likes to make friends, so he smiled and reached out to hold his hand.

Bai Zhihua immediately laughed happily, and then whispered: "Look at you, you are handsome and cool, but you are pretty good. For the sake of your friends, I will tell you something. The oil that will shave later will ask you for 50 cents, so you must give it to me, otherwise you will suffer."

Speaking of this, he was afraid that Zhang Haotian would not understand, so he explained: "Youzi is the name of a prisoner who has been locked up here for many years. The one we just came in is called a recruit. As for 50 cents, it is fifty. When we get the gold scroll, we will give it to them. If we break our promise, the consequences will be serious."

As he was talking, the old prisoner straightened his eyes and said, "Whether the one behind him is shaved, what's the snarky?"

Bai Zhihua quickly sat on the chair, then turned around and said, "Boss, I understand the rules, isn't 50 cents? No problem?"

The old prisoner's face slowed down, nodded, and applied some oil to the electric fader. He shaved Bai Zhihua skillfully, and quickly shaved him clean. He slapped his naked head and said, "Little bastard, it seems very clever. As long as you know how to be filial, I guarantee that you will not suffer in it."

Bai Zhihua agreed with a smile, then stood up, and then Zhang Haotian sat down.

Looking at Zhang Haotian's appearance and body, a trace of hesitation flashed in the old prisoner's eyes, but he still said, "Brother, you should understand the rules."

Zhang Haotian had no money and was unwilling to be so obedient, so he sat down and refused to agree.

The old prisoner naturally understood and sneered, "Okay, boy, there is yours."

He said this, and then said to himself: "Oh no, my fader is broken, so I have to change it."

As he said, he took out another fader from the toolbox on the ground. The fader was so old that rust could be seen in front of him.

The old prisoner took the old fader and shaved it on Zhang Haotian's hair.

In an instant, a strong and severe pain came from Zhang Haotian's scalp. He was shaving his hair, and he was pulling his hair off completely. He knew that his scalp must have been bleeding.

Seeing this, Bai Zhihua quickly said to the old prisoner: "Forget it, forget it, I'll give it to the 50 cents. Boss, you'd better change a fader."

At this moment, Zhang Haotian suddenly turned his head and stared at the old prisoner. A blazing flame seemed to shoot out of his eyes, trying to burn him in one fell swoop. Such eyes were as vicious and cruel as a wolf, and he had to choose someone to eat at any time.

Seeing such a horrifying look, the old prisoner's hand shook and he didn't dare to continue pushing it. After a while, he bent down and picked up the new fader from the ground. This time, he was very careful, naturally because he was afraid of angering him again.
Chapter completed!