"Isn't this a bit too exaggerated..." Feng Xue looked at the clothes sent by Jeston, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
The clothes are indeed good clothes. Without touching them, just by looking at them, you can tell that the design and tailoring are not comparable to ordinary clothes.
only……
This is a men's dress for a ball!
Although it looks similar to an ordinary suit at first glance, what do you think of the waist-cinching design, the exaggerated gold thread, the somewhat eye-catching diamond-encrusted lapel pin, and all kinds of complicated lace that I don’t know whether to call it lace or something else? They don't look like styles that normal people would wear.
However, compared to the prison uniform on his body, this clothes is indeed much more comfortable. The lining fabric alone is enough to surpass all the clothes Feng Xue has experienced in his previous life.
"This dress has to have some comfort factor, right?" Feng Xue slightly adjusted the neckline. Although the size seemed a little too big, it prevented the waistband design from oppressing him.
There was no floor mirror in the prison anyway. Even if it was a dress, Feng Xue calmly wore it as pajamas.
But even if it was pajamas, it seemed a little strange to go to jail wearing such fine clothes.
Just when Feng Xue thought that Jaston would arrange for him to go to a cell like a separate cell, the secretary turned around and walked away calmly, which left Feng Xue speechless for a moment.
"Don't you say that private prisons like this have small independent rooms designed for wealthy people to live in, just like resort hotels? Does Jeston think I'm not worthy?"
Feng Xue cursed in his heart, but what he didn't know was that such single cells were basically found in prisons in prosperous metropolises. In a city like Saint-Lotan City, which is a hotbed of crime, even if a rich person is in jail, They will be extradited directly to prisons in other cities. They will not be in such a dangerous place where even prison robberies are commonplace. Naturally, this prison will not have any luxury suites.
But now that the secretary was gone, he didn't bother to say anything more. He just sat on the bed with his knees in his straight dress, wrapped himself in a blanket, and continued reading.
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"The [knowledge] provided by the tag has increased again, ten... no, there are about fifteen people."
Feeling the label's feedback, Feng Xue's [knowledge] once again increased. Feng Xue felt a little happy and reluctant to miss his childhood. At the same time, he also felt ridiculous about Jaston's ability to keep secrets.
But if you think about it carefully, this doesn't seem to be something worth talking about. After all, whether it's hunting for nothing or making phantoms by yourself, Jeston can't do it himself. As the number of participants increases, leaks will be inevitable. .
After all, there are always one or two people or things that people find hard to refuse. The moment the phantoms began to flow out of Jeston's hands, it was not a surprise to be investigated.
“In order to become aware of the label [money printing press], you must at least be sure to benefit from it. If you think about it this way, there should be room for growth in this label.”
Feng Xue flipped through your dictionary meaninglessly, but she was feeling the knowledge in the label in her mind. Now the knowledge provided by this label is no longer just the physical money printing machine at the beginning. As long as it is slightly If you search around, you can find knowledge about finance, manufacturing, research, inventions, etc. Basically, you can find projects that can make money, but it is also very messy.
However, compared to these things that can only be used to expand knowledge, the two elements of [Treasure] and [Manufacturing] have been strengthened in a real way. If it were not for the fact that the current income is far from covering the daily expenses, Feng Xue would have I want to live in prison forever.
But soon, the hysterical screams from the prison reminded him of the current situation. Now that he could understand Wumen's language, he could clearly understand that the desperate voice was shouting about the fact that he was about to disappear. .
However, in the ears of the jailers, such a sound was just a completely incomprehensible noise, no different from the neighing of ordinary prisoners who had a mental breakdown in prison.
Such a sudden change made Feng Xue feel as if someone had poured cold water on her, and she suddenly broke away from the joy of having her label strengthened.
"Yeah, even if I have one or two labels, I'm still just a 'nothing' with nothing."
Listening to the screams from next door getting louder and louder, they even began to beat the iron door hard, trying to attract the attention of the jailer. Even though the jailer started to yell and curse, and even beat him with a baton, he had no intention of stopping. Feng Xue suddenly felt that he had been so angry before. A little joy, almost like a slave feeling complacent because he got an extra piece of black bread.
"We have to escape." Feng Xue muttered in his heart, picked up the bow floss in his mouth, casually threw a few elements into it, and tried to add some labels, but the next moment, his eyes turned slightly Somewhat dazed.
He looked at the object that appeared on his knee and almost couldn't help but take out a bag of salt.
His heavy breathing was slowly calmed down. He used slow movements to cut a strip from the towel wrapped around the handcuffs, wrapped the sharp edge of the small thing, and then put it into his pocket.
"Is this the answer that fate gave me?" Feng Xue felt the insignificant weight of the items in his pocket and secretly sighed in his heart. However, with this thing, the original escape plan seemed to be able to be slightly changed.
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"Long time no see, my dear brother." In the office of the president of Jeston Prison, a middle-aged man who exuded the aura of an upper-class elite looked at Jeston and greeted him with a smile.
"Lorken, if you don't do scientific research in Norton City, what are you doing in Saint-Lotan City?"
Jeston looked at the person in front of him with some vigilance. Although the other person was his second brother in terms of blood relationship, considering the attitude shown by his eldest brother before, he was very suspicious of what this person was planning.
"It's just that my father asked me to come and see you." The man named Loken seemed not to notice Jaston's vigilance, and said in a calm tone:
"After all, you gave him two nice gifts, didn't you?"
"The old man won't let you come see me." Jeston cursed in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm and just pretended to be stupid:
"Is there any reward for me?"
Maybe it's because Jeston's usual IQ is so worrying that at this moment, Loken can't even tell whether he is really stupid or whether he is pretending to be stupid and taking advantage of it. However, considering that the stupid brother is holding the Project, still nodded and said:
"That's right, father said you have a good project here and asked me to bring people to help you. After all, you have a group of illiterate people under you. If you are doing research, it is better to use my team here."
