Under Li Du's cold gaze, Rayman told him everything that had happened in the Miami prison.
There were four cells, each of which could accommodate 250 people. At present, there were about 900 people.
There were not many felons locked up here. All the felons in Miami were sent to Fili Prison, which was not far from here. People were usually locked up for three to five years, or at most ten to twenty years before being released.
Therefore, the prisoners in Miami prison were not too vicious. As long as they did not cause trouble, they would not encounter any big trouble.
However, there were gangs in the prison, including white gangs, black gangs, South American gangs, Mexican gangs, and so on. Because there were few Chinese, there were no Chinese in the prison, but there was an Asian gang.
Joining a gang could avoid being bullied, but there was a hierarchy. The lower ranks had to pay a protection fee to the higher ranks, which could be cigarettes, food, or money.
Raymond did not join a gang. He had joined a black gang, but they later kicked him out because he could only eat and could not fight. The black gang thought it was a loss to keep him.
When Li Du heard this, he almost laughed out loud.
Less than half of the prisoners in the prison belonged to gangs. Most of them belonged to the liberal gang. The prison guards were more responsible and did not allow serious bullying.
Of course, bullying was inevitable. There were a lot of criminals in the prison, and it was inevitable.
Raymond reminded Li Du that prisoners liked to bully newcomers. It was usually the previous batch of prisoners who had been bullied who carried out this task, and the other prisoners just watched.
This was the tradition of the Miami prison. He comforted Li Du, saying that the bullying was not very bad, and that most of it was just a prank or a scare.
It was also a crime to cause harm in prison, and the prisoners wanted to get out as soon as possible so as not to get themselves into trouble.
The only trouble was the twice-monthly tribute. Prisoners were not idle in prison, they had to work. At the end of each month the prison distributed their salaries and supplies, and this was the time for the tribute.
The other time was at the beginning of the month, when relatives of prisoners were allowed to visit. Relatives would bring gifts, such as food and tobacco. This was also the time for tribute.
It was the end of October, and Li Du was in prison on a bad day.
"To whom?" he asked condescendingly, sitting on the table.
Raymond said, "Offering to the leaders of each gang is equivalent to paying a protection fee. They are very honest, and they won't bully you after receiving your things. Of course, the premise is that you don't offend them."
Li Du nodded and said, "Alright, count yourself lucky. I won't be staying here for long. Otherwise, all of you will have to pay tribute to me."
Rayman smiled and said, "You're really powerful."
Li Du snorted. "Don't think that I'm bragging. Go to sleep. Tomorrow, I'll see who's going to show me who's going to be the unlucky one!"
Raymond thought to himself, 'You're so arrogant! Let's see if you'll be beaten into a retard tomorrow. Do you think the hundreds of men in prison are women?' Let's see how many you can beat!
After fantasizing for a while, he packed his things, went to the lower bunk, and lay down on it to sleep.
He was supposed to sleep on the upper bunk, but now that Li Du was here, he had to give up the upper bunk.
Life in prison was as regular as in the military camp. At six o 'clock in the morning, the prison guards would open the prison door, and the prisoners would bring their daily necessities to the canteen to eat.
When the door was opened, the prisoners first stood on both sides of the door, with their hands behind their backs, in a military posture. The prison guards came to count the prisoners, and if there were no problems, they went to eat.
Li Du stood at the door, and Rayman was responsible for teaching him the movements. This was also the rule. If the new prisoners could not learn the movements, the old prisoners in the same cell would also be punished.
The prison guards came to sweep the prisoners, and someone blew a whistle. The prisoners were relieved and lined up loosely, carrying plastic bowls to the canteen.
A few prisoners in front of Li Du looked back at him, and a black Mexican man asked, "Hey, kid, why are you here?"
"Did you come in last night? Damn, I was sleeping well when you woke me up, and then I couldn't sleep. Listen, you have to make it up to me, understand? "A bald white man said fiercely.
"You're in charge of the sanitation of our cell. Listen, Asian idiot, come back after dinner and wash our toilets, or don't blame us for being rude!"
Li Du nodded good-naturedly, with a smile on his face, looking harmless.
Rayman was gloating at the back of the crowd. Who asked you to be so pretentious?
The prison canteen was large, and all the prisoners ate there in a long line. There was a waiter serving food. It was like a buffet, with more than a dozen dishes for the prisoners to choose from.
When it was Li Du's turn, he looked at it and then lost his appetite.
The breakfast was too simple. There were many kinds, but they were all dry bread, fried minced meat, stale vegetables and fruits, and a few soups, which Li Du did not recognize. Anyway, they were similar to plain water.
This was the standard of American prisons. The food conditions were poor, because most prisons had a daily food allowance of two dollars and forty cents, and a meal was only eighty cents. What could you buy these days?
He had no appetite, so he ordered a few things at random. As a result, the waiter told him, "Each person can only order four things, no more."
Li Du said, "Give me a few slices of bread and some fruit."
The bald white man who had scared him earlier glared at him and said, "Order some fried meat. I'll eat it later."
Li Du did not want the fried meat to pollute his rice bowl. It was just minced meat, like pig's lymph, chicken and duck leftovers.
He ignored the bald white man, took the bread and fruit, and went to find a place to sit down.
The white man's eyes were fierce. He gritted his teeth and said, "Well, little girl, you've pissed me off, I'll …"
A big man walked over and pushed him away. The white man staggered. When he looked back at the big black man, he shrunk his head and ran away.
"Another softie," Li Du said disdainfully.
The big man looked at him and said, "You came last night? Chinaman? "
Li Du nodded, and the big man reached out and pulled him. "Come, come, come here and eat."
A few more big black men gathered around and pushed Li Du into a corner.
There were prison guards patrolling the canteen, and they pretended not to see the scene and let the black men push Li Du into the corner.
Rayman and the bald white man followed, ready to watch the show.
At the corner of the canteen, a black man grinned and said, "Someone sent in a message from outside that you owe him a hundred thousand dollars and a Ferrari T sports car, a brand new Ferrari T sports car!"
Li Du said, "No, I don't owe anyone anything."
The black men laughed, and the big man who led them clenched his fist and said, "You should eat glass shards, it seems that you haven't figured out the current situation. Do you think this is your backyard? Haha, this is hell, you know? "
Li Du looked behind them and said, "Yes, this is hell, but it's hard to say whose hell it is."
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