248: Chapter 248: The Head is Quite Round 248: Chapter 248: The Head is Quite Round Jiang Li and Cheng Yan silently glanced at him.
That statent…
Who could get used to that?
No one could.
Lawyer Liang was already waiting outside, and as they got out of the car, he approached, “Second Young Master Jiang, Mr.
Cheng, uh…
this one…”
Lawyer Liang did not recognize Yan Sui.
“Yan Sui.” Yan Sui extended his hand, “A friend of Bo.”
Lawyer Liang looked sowhat troubled, “That ans we have quite a few people today.”
“If it can’t be arranged…” Jiang Li paused, then pointed to Yan Sui and Cheng Yan, “Just let these two go in then.”
He didn’t mind missing out this once since he ca to visit every ti anyway.
“That’s fine,” Lawyer Liang nodded, “Then you, Second Young Master Jiang, please wait in the car, it’s hot and you don’t want to get heatstroke.”
Before Cheng Yan and Yan Sui prepared to go inside with Lawyer Liang, Jiang Li pulled Cheng Yan aside and whispered, “Rember to talk to him about it.”
“About what?” Cheng Yan asked.
Jiang Li was a bit irritated by his deanor, which was actually calm, but sotis that sort of bureaucratic stiffness made him seem too wooden.
Jiang Li frowned, “What else could it be!
Isn’t it what you said before, that you saw Su Lu in Beijing!
You’re not planning on not telling him, are you?”
Cheng Yan didn’t say anything, just gave him a look.
His expression didn’t change much, and after a mont he said noncommittally, “I know.”
“Then let’s go inside, it’s about ti,” Lawyer Liang said.
Despite pulling strings, it wasn’t easy to secure a visit in a place like this.
The number of visitors was strictly limited every ti, and it was through Lawyer Liang’s effort that two people could accompany him for the visit.
“Lawyer Liang cos often, right?” Yan Sui asked on the way in.
Lawyer Liang nodded, “Every ti.”
“How is Bo doing?”
“How can he be?
It’s neither a good place nor a good situation.
President Bo is doing relatively well, all things considered.
He’s been able to keep stable and adjust his ntality.
If it were anyone else, they might have lost patience long ago,” Lawyer Liang explained.
Frankly speaking, he had seen many who went in for one reason or another.
Out here, they had been prominent and respectable, and even after they got out, they were able to live the high life again.
But inside, nobody could be choosy.
However, because everyone’s backgrounds were so different before they went in—different families, wealth, and social standings—inside, everyone was treated equally without distinction.
So, it was understandable that so would find it hard to adjust, and so even beca depressed.
Lawyer Liang had seen many like this, including those who’d beco depressed and caused trouble, attempting suicide inside.
It took a lot of effort to get them out for dical parole.
It caused quite a stir…
For soone like President Bo to stay composed and adjust so well was truly rare.
“Ah, it’s always like that with him,” Yan Sui sighed upon hearing Lawyer Liang’s comnts.
Although Cheng Yan remained silent, he felt the sa way deep down.
Indeed, that was how Bo Jingshen always was.
Even when he had been abroad, in challenging circumstances, he had been like that.
Despite being in a dire situation and under huge pressure, with a sizable gap in funding for his startup—where others might have given up or collapsed—he was adept at adjusting his ntality.
He spared no ti for self-pity or breakdowns, his mind and efforts focused solely on raising money, to fill that financial gap.
“Give the things,” Lawyer Liang reached out to Cheng Yan, taking from him the bag filled with daily necessities, “You talk with President Bo when you et, and I’ll have these checked to give to him later.”
The detention center in Feng City was not like what was shown on TV, with a glass partition like a bank teller’s window.
They were led to a visitation room with tal tables and chairs which were welded to the floor, immovable.
Yan Sui felt quite uncomfortable, looking around.
Cheng Yan, who had been there several tis, sat peacefully and seed rather at ease.
Shortly, footsteps were heard outside the door, which was then pulled open.
A prison guard led a tall and slender man in.
Yan Sui looked up and saw the tall, slim figure entering, with a very round head.
The head was indeed very round, and honestly, not everyone could pull off a buzz cut, but a round head helps make it look better.
However, this head looked pretty good.
“Yo, a pretty round head,” Yan Sui couldn’t help but tease.
“Are you asking for it?” A slightly hoarse voice countered with a hint of a shallow smile and a touch of world-weariness, yet it didn’t sound particularly gloomy or suppressed, “Why did you bring him?”
He was speaking to Cheng Yan.
Cheng Yan tapped lightly on the table with his fingers, “It’s nothing to do with ; he wanted to co himself.”
Yan Sui said, “Right, I insisted on coming.
My flight was to Feng City, and oh my, seeing you make a fool of yourself is a rare sight in life.
I’ve regretted not having the chance to co and see this joke for so long.
Now that I’ve got my chance, I absolutely had to see it, absolutely had to see it.”
“…Are you asking for it?” The owner of the hoarse voice finally sat down across from them.
Indeed, he had lost quite a bit of weight.
First, maybe because the food wasn’t good inside and he was a bit picky, his stomach was quite delicate.
Second, there probably weren’t many opportunities to exercise inside.
The blue prison uniform he wore looked a bit too large on him.
With his head now shaved to leave only a thin stubble, the image was rather poignant.
But in his eyes, there was none of the expected dimness or defeat—quite calm instead, which was different from what Yan Sui had imagined.
Cheng Yan, with no regard for small talk, pulled out a stack of docunts and began to report to Bo Jingshen without any pleasantries.
“God, you’re so boring.” Yan Sui looked at Bo Jingshen with sympathy, “You can’t even catch a break in jail…
It’s as tragic as working even in your dreams.”
Bo Jingshen gave him a sidelong glance, “Are you here to piss off?”
“No, I’m here to see you.
By the way, I’ll pick you up in a few days.
I’ve prepared polo leaves and tofu to cleanse you of your bad luck,” Yan Sui smiled, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table.
“I appreciate it,” Bo Jingshen didn’t raise his eyes, continuing to skim through the docunt Cheng Yan had handed over, ready to sign his na.
After a pause, Yan Sui added, “By the way, I should tell you, I saw Su Lu in Feng City.”
The gaze that had been briskly moving over the docunt suddenly froze.
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