Restrictive Zone

RA 10 - Strawberry

"Doesn't prison advocate learning and reformation?" Zheng Mingyi looked unwaveringly at Jiang Chijing. "I want to learn strawberry planting techniques now, I think that the prison should provide me the necessary support."

That was the principle of it. Just about any prison earnestly wished for inmates to proactively seek to reform themselves.

But the problem was, Jiang Chijing didn't want to give himself unnecessary work.

"You can take it up with the warden. If he agrees to your request, then I'll read it to you."

Jiang Chijing understood the warden's temperament. This middle-aged man close to retirement was a staunch believer that wherever possible, the fewer complications the better. He was an expert at glossing things over. As long as it wasn't absolutely essential, he would choose to maintain the status quo and not make any changes.

If he agreed to grant Zheng Mingyi special privileges, this could incur trouble, such as other inmates finding excuses to request extra privileges, or inmates dissatisfied with Zheng Mingyi raising objections, and whatnot.

In essence, no matter how he looked at it, Jiang Chijing didn't feel that the warden would agree to Zheng Mingyi's request.

Zheng Mingyi leisurely took back the book in his hand, seeming pensive as he hung his gaze down, his thoughts inscrutable.

Then, his gaze landed on the newspaper that was placed to one side. He looked at the pencil markings on it and said, "Are you doing sudoku?"

There wasn't anything to hide about this, but Jiang Chijing had yet to solve this sudoku, and he naturally didn't want to expose this.

He flipped the newspaper over, indifferently saying, "It's none of your business."

Zheng Mingyi lifted his gaze from the newspaper to look at Jiang Chijing. "It's a 5 over there."

"What?" Once again, Jiang Chijing was unable to keep up with the leaping of Zheng Mingyi's thought processes.

"The place where you're stuck." Zheng Mingyi said, "The answer is 5."

Jiang Chijing didn't have the mood to discuss sudoku with Zheng Mingyi. His brows knit slightly. "Is there anything else?"

Zheng Mingyi placed Strawberry Planting Techniques back on the bookshelf and then walked straight out of the library.

Jiang Chijing had been thinking about it all this while. He flipped the newspaper back over, filled in a 5 at the spot where he was stuck, following which, like having breached the city defences, Jiang Chijing captured spots on this high-difficulty sudoku in quick succession.

So, that place was a 5.

What kind of abnormal talent was this to be able to solve a puzzle with a single glance??

A strange thought suddenly popped up in Jiang Chijing's mind. Since Zheng Mingyi had such strong logical reasoning ability, why didn't he anticipate his own arrest?

Or, in other words, could it really be as Guan Wei had analysed, that he was hiding in prison for his personal safety?

The more Jiang Chijing thought about it, the more frustrated he got, so he stopped thinking about it. But by the time he came back to his senses, he found that all the tabs he had opened on his computer were news related to Zheng Mingyi.

Zheng Mingyi used to be HX Management's hotshot hedge fund manager, once directing a highly notable short-selling trade.

At that time, the market sentiment was optimistic for the rise of a certain industry, but Zheng Mingyi believed that the stock prices of this industry were inflated and it was only a matter of time before it collapsed. Consequently, he invested a huge sum of money and sold shares of the industry at a high price, just waiting for the stock prices to eventually plunge.