Chapter 161 Betray the Camp and Help the Evil?

Old Man Li's miserable howl gradually became fainter, his body hung down weakly, and the hand cruelly fixed by the needle of the sewing machine was still trembling slightly.

Blood dripped along the edge of the machine, making a slight sound when it came into contact with the cold ground - "snap".

Chen Ya was still sewing clothes indifferently but seriously, and the pedals under her feet clicked unmoved.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap….

The two voices seemed to merge into one.

Yuan Dabiao's ferocity was not dampened by Old Man Li's screams, and there was even a trace of a satisfied grin on his lips.

He looked around, his eyes seeming to warn the other prisoners that any slackness and resistance would pay a heavy price.

"Work hard for me!" Yuan Dabiao's voice echoed in the workshop, "Don't be lazy for me. If anyone lets me find out that you are not quick, this will be the end!"

After a brief pause, Yuan Dabiao's face suddenly changed, another more hypocritical smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his tone became softer, as if he was comforting a frightened lamb.

"You don't have to be afraid," he said with a hint of hypocritical concern in his voice, "I do this for everyone's benefit. After all, if someone cheats and cheats and does less, then others have to do more for him, right? As the leader of the workshop, I can’t let everyone suffer, right?”

The atmosphere in the workshop was somewhat depressing, but under Yuan Dabiao's fierce gaze, all the prisoners lowered their heads silently and stepped on the sewing machines numbly.

Yuan Dabiao was very satisfied, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

Then he strode up to Chen Ya and slammed his hands on the table, making a clanging sound: "What did you just say? Let me move more gently. Are you teaching me how to do something?"

As he took this shot, the sewing machine beside Chen Ya also shook slightly. The originally straight stitches became crooked at this moment, and an irregular white line appeared on the clothes.

Chen Ya gently put down his feet that were running the sewing machine. His brows were tightly knitted into a knot, and his face showed some confusion and confusion.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes were frank and firm, and he met Yuan Dabiao's round, angry eyes, and then he said seriously and calmly:

"Team leader, didn't you ask us to work seriously? Then why did you interrupt my work? This dress was almost ready for piecework, and now it's been ruined by you. Who is to blame?"

Yuan Dabiao's face turned livid in an instant, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes. The answer given by the other party was really difficult for him to refute.

Yuan Dabiao's face was twisted, revealing a fierce grin: "Are you contradicting me?"

Chen Ya's eyes were firm and his tone was calm: "I'm just trying to be logical and reasonable with you."

Yuan Dabiao was so irritated by these words that he actually laughed loudly. His two followers also followed him, looking at Chen Ya up and down with weird expressions as if they were seeing a psychopath.

This scene attracted the attention of all the prisoners in the entire workshop, and they all cautiously peeked at the situation here.

Among them, there were three or four new prisoners who looked at each other vaguely. They all put their hands on their foreheads and sighed, and invariably communicated silently with their lips.

"It's over. The captain can't help but talk logic to others."

"No, I think the captain just wants to be the team leader of the workshop. The captain must think that if he becomes the team leader, everyone's work efficiency can be improved several levels."

"Then I support the captain. I think the captain is right!"

"That's not necessary. Brothers, we are just here to serve our sentences and hide. Why do we have to work hard and create surplus value for the prison? Doesn't this mean betraying the camp and helping others to do evil? Not to mention that we still don't receive wages?"

"Yes, it's all my fault that the captain took this labor reform too seriously and led me astray."

"Second!"

"+1!"

"+1!"

Yuan Dabiao looked around the workshop and gritted his teeth: "You like sewing, right? You like following me..."

Chen Ya didn't wait for Yuan Dabiao to finish his words before interrupting him with a firm tone: "I like it very much!"

Yuan Dabiao's words were abruptly cut off, and his face became even more ugly, as if he had been choked by something.

He took a deep breath, suddenly grabbed the frame next to Old Man Li, and roughly thrust it into Chen Ya's arms, with a ferocious smile on his lips:

"Since you like it, let me make it for you! I also made his share, ten pieces. You must make ten pieces for me today. If one piece is missing, you see how I will deal with you tomorrow. ha."

Accompanied by the accompaniment of "click" sound, time passes slowly but steadily.

Suddenly, a prison guard walked in, holding a prison transfer notice in his hand. His voice was clear and powerful, breaking the silence in the workshop, and a series of names echoed in the air.

"Chen Ya."

She was slightly thin in stature and had a female-like facial features. She stood up with a dull expression and replied: "Here we go!"

"Dong Xu."

He has a slender figure and a slightly green face: "Here we come!"

"Liu Yi."

He is tall, average-looking and slightly old: "Here we come!"

"Gong Ting."

He has a slender figure, a vertical scar on his face, and a cold expression: "Here we come!"

"Zhao Zhibao."

He has an average build, with arms reaching his knees, small eyes on the left and right sides of his face, and a deep tone: "Here we come!"

The prison guard glanced at the five people and said calmly: "I'm notifying you that the five of you will be transferred to Prison No. 2 tomorrow morning. Come here now and sign the transfer form here."

"Yes!" The five people answered collectively. Chen Ya showed no expression on his face, while the other four were a little confused.

Chen Ya did not hesitate at all and immediately stepped forward to sign and confirm. The other four put aside their temporary doubts and followed closely, also quickly signing their names.

"Okay, your labor reform in this prison is over. Now you can return to your respective cells and tidy up. I wish you a happy life in Prison No. 2 in the future."

The prison guard's voice was as calm as the wind, without a trace of emotion. After that, he turned around and prepared to take the prisoners back to their respective cells.

Dong Xu, Liu Yi, Gong Ting, and Zhao Zhibao almost at the same time, in a way that only they could perceive, cast an intriguing look at Chen Ya.

Then, they noticed that Chen Ya gently touched the tip of the pen, sending a silent signal. So, they lined up one by one and followed the prison guard's footsteps.

The prison guard's eyes stayed on Chen Ya who was standing still for a moment, and there was a hint of doubt in his tone: "What are you still waiting for here?"

Chen Ya straightened his back and said in a loud and firm voice: "Report, I want to complete today's transformation task and then return to the prison area."

The prison guard raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a bit of surprise, but soon, he did not say much, just nodded, then turned around and led the other four people to leave slowly.

Chen Ya sat down slowly, carefully selected the cloth from the basket, cut it, and meticulously placed the cloth under the needle, stepped on the pedal evenly, and the needle shuttled continuously on the cloth, making a straight white line.

Yuan Dabiao walked over and stopped beside Chen Ya, with a cold smile on his face, and his tone was full of teasing and undisguised sarcasm:

"Boy, you are really lucky today. You will be transferred to another prison tomorrow morning. I was planning to teach you a lesson tomorrow, but it seems that you will escape."

His voice was drawn out, with a hint of cruelty in the tail tone:

"But don't celebrate too early. Our No. 2 prison in District 9 is not comparable to ordinary prisons. The cruelty there is much bloodier than here. For someone like you, I bet that you won't survive a week there, and you will be carried out horizontally, hahaha——"

Chen Ya did not react at all. His eyes were focused and firm, and the work in his hands was still meticulous and accurate.

There was no expression on his face, neither joy nor fear, as if Yuan Dabiao's words were just a gust of insignificant wind...