V2.Chapter 695

After talking with brother Hao, Wang Fan has some understanding of the situation in Huoshao Island, but he always has a problem that he can't understand.

Since fat corpse and iron hand are so powerful, how does boss he control them?

Although the prisoners in the fourth prison district have unique skills, they all deliberately hide their strength for the same purpose, and boss he can't go to these people for help.

Therefore, those people in the fourth prison area can only be regarded as a transparent existence.

Brother Hao also told Wang fan that the third prison area is in charge of the agent arranged by boss he, that is, the dead walrus.

But Wang Fan couldn't figure out how a guy who couldn't even fight brother Shui and situ Hao could help boss he finish the task of controlling other prison forces?

This problem has been perplexing Wang Fan, until he went to get brother Hao's breakfast in the morning, and finally solved his doubts.

There are a large number of prisoners in the third prison area, which has the largest number of personnel in the four prison areas of huoshao island. However, the prisoners here are also busy in the whole huoshao island.

The prisoners in the third prison area started to prepare vegetables and food materials on time at four o'clock every morning. They prepared meals for all the people on Huoshao Island, and then distributed them regularly according to the prison area.

In other words, the third prison area is not only a place for ordinary prisoners, but also a canteen for the whole huoshao island. All people have to get three meals a day from here.

If the prisoners in the third prison area have a day off, the prisoners in other prison areas will certainly be hungry for a day.

Food is the essence of the people.

As an isolated island on the sea, even if there are man-made rebels who don't obey boss he's management, they can't do much. After all, there is no food supply. Even if you have great ability, you can't stay here for seven days.

It is precisely because of this that boss he can use the third prison area to control other super powerful prison areas.

Wang Fan, who understands this point, has to admire boss he's resourcefulness.

Daily food is not a small expense. Boss he, who treats money like his life, will let fat corpse and iron hand pay for their younger brother.

This is not only a good income, but also a bargaining chip for boss he to talk business with them.

As long as the fat corpse and iron hand don't give boss he face, then their brother will have to be hungry. If they can't even eat, what will happen next is well known.

Standing at the gate of the huge kitchen in the third prison area and looking at dozens of big pots arranged in order, Wang Fan felt the power of the chef for the first time and missed Liu pangzi's chicken soup in his heart.

"If Liu pangzi were here, he would be a chef. Maybe he would be the boss of the third prison area!"

Glancing at the busy people in the kitchen, Wang Fan shakes his head and thinks with regret.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing standing there? Don't you know how to help? " The fat man in the cook's clothes saw Wang Fan standing at the door and yelled at him.

Fat man's voice is loud, but it doesn't attract other people's attention. Hundreds of people in the kitchen are busy, the noise is louder, and no one is in the mood to care about others.

Hearing the Fat Chef's question, Wang Fan replied with a smile: "I'm here to get breakfast for brother Hao."

Just now, the Fat Chef, who was impatient, heard Wang Fan's name, and his face immediately changed. He grabbed a towel to wipe his hands and walked over laughing.

"Brother, my family name is Zhu, Zhu Yuanzhang's Zhu. You can call me Lao Zhu later." The Fat Chef, who calls himself Lao Zhu, smiles to introduce himself to Wang Fan for fear that others may misunderstand his surname.

"Brother Zhu, I'm the new brother of brother Hao. Just call me a Jian. I'm a strong Jian!" Wang Fan nodded to Lao Zhu with a smile.

Lao Zhu was very satisfied with Wang Fan's modest appearance. He said politely, "I have always admired and admired brother Hao, and I have always been taking care of his food. If you come here in the future, just look for me directly."

"All right, Zhuge." Wang Fan nodded in response.

Seeing that Wang Fan was very talkative, Lao Zhu was in a good mood. He turned his head and yelled at a busy prisoner: "9527, don't live in his mother's way. Hurry to push the breakfast of brother Hao and brother Jian!"

Squatting on one side, the busy prisoner hears Lao Zhu's roar and looks back at Lao Zhu and Wang Fan beside him. Then he stands up and walks to a dining car. He neatly sets his knife and fork, and then pushes it in front of Wang Fan.

"Well, it's none of your business here! Hurry to work Lao Zhu took the dining car from 9527 and said to him impatiently.

9527 is very interesting to flash to one side, turned back to his position, began busy cleaning vegetables in the big pot.

“9527？” Hearing Lao Zhu yelling out a string of numbers, Wang Fan thought it was funny, which made him think of a comedy movie.

"This kid just came to fight me. I can't remember his name, I can only call his number plate." Lao Zhu explained with a smile.

"Number plate? What number plate? " Wang Fan asked suspiciously.

Looking at Wang Fan's prison clothes, Lao Zhu quickly opened his cook's clothes and revealed the clothes he was wearing inside. Pointing to a white number plate sewn on it, he explained: "brother Jian, it's this number. Every prisoner's clothes have such a number plate. At ordinary times, officers call people, they call number plates. It's so convenient."

"Why? Why don't I know? " Wang Fan looked at Lao Zhu's number plate and his prison clothes, but he didn't find his number plate.

In the face of Wang Fan, Lao Zhu said with a smile: "brother Jian is joking. No one will remember the name of the low-level prisoners here. Only a big man like brother Hao can make people remember his name. Brother Jian, you are brother Hao's confidant, and of course you are a big man!"

"Oh, so it is!" Wang Fan listened to Lao Zhu's words, and did not feel a sense of superiority. Instead, he felt sad for the prisoners here.

Lao Zhu, who was standing opposite Wang Fan, took advantage of Wang Fan's inattention and quickly covered his number plate, as if he was afraid that Wang Fan would look at the number on the number plate and never call him "brother Zhu" again.

"Brother Jian, brother Hao didn't tell me what to do for breakfast yesterday, so I prepared breakfast for him according to his previous habits. If brother Hao has any special dishes, you can tell me in advance. I will make brother Hao satisfied." Lao Zhu said flatteringly.

Without waiting for Wang Fan to say something polite to Lao Zhu, he heard a sound of walking behind him, and then someone said, "4857, who the hell are you, dare you make decisions here?"