Baishiling Refugee Camp is a nightmare for all stowaways.
People who are thrown here have only two ways to leave, either to be picked up with money, or to find a way to escape on their own.
Escape, this word seems simple, but it has caused countless refugees to die under the high voltage of the barbed wire grid.
The body was turned into coke by electricity, and finally the body was thrown into a smelly ditch and eaten by wild dogs and cats.
Following Zhang Xinhua, Jiang Jiahao looked at the hell on earth around him and was stared at by pairs of hungry and hateful eyes.
He was very lucky that the original owner was lucky enough to escape from the refugee camp.
Otherwise, if he traveled through time, he would be like these poorly clothed refugees.
He suffered all kinds of severe beatings from the guards, as well as the oppression and torture from fellow refugees, just to grab a piece or two of sour and smelly dry food to keep himself alive!
It's okay for women. The worst thing is selling their bodies. Although they can't eat enough, they won't starve.
Man, if you don't know how to form gangs or have strong force, you are destined to be trampled under the feet of other refugees and live a life worse than death.
Along the way, women can be seen everywhere being bullied, and weak refugees everywhere become objects of entertainment for strong refugees.
Zhang Xinhua always held a pistol and stared around with vigilance, ready to shoot at any time, so that the red-eyed refugees did not dare to approach.
Soon, a wooden house protected by a wire fence was in sight.
Zhang Xinhua unlocked the wooden house, turned off the power switch, took Jiang Jiahao into the wooden house, turned around, locked the wooden door, and turned on the power.
After doing all this, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and turned on the dim long tube light in the room.
Then he took a few thick books from the bookshelf, threw them in front of Jiang Jiahao, and motioned for him to open them.
"These are the rosters in the refugee camps. Those with a cross behind their names mean they have left, disappeared, or died."
"Big Circle Boy, who do you want to pick up? You can confirm it yourself from above."
“If their name doesn’t have a red cross after it, write it down on paper.”
"Thank you, Officer Zhang, I understand."
Jiang Jiahao frowned. This was his first time picking up people in a refugee camp.
All I know is that the rules for picking up people in the refugee camp are that buyers must come at night, and pick up people must have street papers, which is the local right of residence in Xiangjiang.
Secondly, every time you pick up a person, you have to pay a withdrawal fee of 200 to 500 yuan.
Strong men are the most expensive, worth 500 yuan, while old people and children are the cheapest, and can be taken away with 200 yuan.
As for women, pricing depends on their appearance and figure. Good-looking ones with a good figure will be priced higher, and vice versa.
And there is a rule when picking up people in the refugee camp. Do not try to bargain with the sellers here. This is a place where the other party is only allowed to ask for high prices, and buyers are not allowed to sit on the ground to pay back the money.
Once a buyer is worried about money and makes a bargaining move, he or she will have to face constant price increases from the other party. However, no matter how the other party raises the price, five hundred yuan is generally the upper limit.
Jiang Jiahao remembered that when the original owner was still in the refugee camp, he saw buyers picking people up and leaving. At that time, the sellers would call people directly outside the gate, and few were taken to the archives room.
Once the buyer is brought to the archives room, it means that the seller wants to open his mouth and try to give the buyer a few extras for the sake of performance.
Looking through the roster, Jiang Jiahao quickly found a few names, but they were all marked with red crosses.
This meant that several of the friends he wanted to find were either dead or missing.
Fortunately, on the last few pages of the last roster, Jiang Jiahao found the names of the Huang brothers and Ruan Wenjie. There was no red cross after their names.
Rubbing his temples, Jiang Jiahao wrote the names of the three people on the note and handed it to Zhang Xinhua, ready to pay.
Zhang Xinhua took the note, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he looked at Jiang Jiahao with a somewhat unkind tone.
"Big Circle Boy, you just mentioned the names of several people, why are there only three?"
"Everyone else has a red cross after their name. Maybe they are dead."
Jiang Jiahao's tone was a little heavy. He pushed the roster in front of Zhang Xinhua and pointed at the names of Datian Er.
"Ha~, some people die every day in this refugee camp. Please be more open-minded and don't be so sad."
After closing the roster, Zhang Xinhua threw the note in front of Jiang Jiahao and pointed at the table.
"Big Circle Boy, since you said you understand the rules, it will be easy to handle."
"Five thousand yuan. In addition to these three people, I will give you ten additional Vietnamese women. They are all good products."
"If you can do it, I'll hire someone for you. If you can't get the money, I'll send you away."
"You have to understand that if you want to pick someone up next time, it won't be at this price."
Jiang Jiahao had long expected that Zhang Xinhua would do something like this and was mentally prepared.
But 13 people are worth 5,000 yuan. On average, one person is close to 400 yuan. It’s not that bad!
Taking out his wallet, Jiang Jiahao counted out 20 hunchback cards and spread them out on the table. He also took out the Huatan inspector's token and waved it at Zhang Xinhua, making him raise his eyebrows.
"Officer Zhang, I am the new inspector of Zihuatan. I have the right to establish a new Zidu. You should understand that there are many opportunities for us to cooperate in the future."
"Here is ten thousand yuan. In addition to your previous proposal, I want you to give me at least fifteen more strong men!"
Zhang Xinhua picked up the inspector's sign and played with it. When he saw the words "Jiang Jiahao" engraved on the back, he threw it back into Jiang Jiahao's arms.
"Wong Lao Kat is very famous. Today I not only give him a face, but also prepare to make you my friend."
"With these ten thousand yuan, in addition to the three people you want, I will give you an additional fifty people."
"Brother Zhang is very interesting. From now on, you can come to me anytime in Zhulong Xixiang, Huatan."
"Ah Hao, come with me."
In just a few words of dialogue, Officer Zhang turned into Brother Zhang, and the big boy turned into Ah Hao, and the two of them were just close to each other.
Jiang Jiahao followed Zhang Xinhua out of the archives room and came to the back door of the refugee camp to wait.
Not long after, a dozen guards came out pushing a group of refugees.
These people were in ragged clothes, all wearing hoods, and their hands were tied with hemp ropes in a string. It was impossible to tell the difference between men, women, old and young.
A guard took off the black hoods of the three people and kicked them, causing them to fall down in front of Jiang Jiahao.
"Let's inspect the goods."
"Ahao?"
The three men had their hoods taken off, and they subconsciously raised their hands to cover their faces, their faces full of fear.
As expected, no torture instruments such as batons or whips were struck, so the three of them dared to look left and right.
Looking at it, he saw Jiang Jiahao standing there, wearing a brown suit, and he made a sound of surprise.
Jiang Jiahao pulled out a butterfly knife from his waist, came to Huang Meng'ang, Huang Mengli, and Ruan Wenjie, and cut the ropes on their wrists.
"Ah Hao, am I not dreaming?"
Ruan Wenjie stared at Jiang Jiahao in disbelief, wanting to raise his hand to touch Jiang Jiahao's face, but was afraid of staining the other person's suit.
That nervous look was actually a bit ridiculous, and in exchange, Jiang Jiahao was slapped on the head.
The two brothers Huang Menang and Huang Mengli looked at Jiang Jiahao with choked sobs, threw themselves in front of Jiang Jiahao, and gave Jiang Jiahao a bear hug.
It had been more than a year, and he thought Jiang Jiahao had forgotten these fellow sufferers!
"The promise I made to you, even though it's a little late, I've finally made it."
He patted Huang Mengli, Huang Meng'ang and Ruan Wenjie on their shoulders to signal them not to get excited.
Jiang Jiahao came to the fifty hooded refugees and took off their hoods.
There are thirty men and twenty women. The men are all old Vietnamese men. They are all big, dark-skinned and look very explosive.
The women are of mixed nationalities, most of them are Vietnamese, and there are a few from the mainland. They are all good-looking.
Looking across a group of fearful, hateful and confused eyes, Jiang Jiahao smiled more, cleared his throat and spoke.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Jiang Jiahao. From now on, if you hang out with me and make money for me, I will take you to eat and drink well!"
"If you don't want to be inferior to others, just go on your own, I won't stop you."
