107: Chapter 106: Two Treasures 107: Chapter 106: Two Treasures The two n who ca over were both Caucasian, one looking to be in his fifties, while the other just past forty.
Yang Yi pointed to the white male in his fifties and said in a deep voice, “You, what are you in for?”
The older Caucasian opened his mouth but quickly lowered his head, murmuring, “A bad charge…”
Kerry said anxiously, “Boss, I know him, that guy is Professor Har Phil.
He’s a professor.
He killed his own girlfriend and then soone accused him of rape.”
Scollin said harshly on the side, “Our boss wouldn’t want a bastard who killed his own girlfriend, boss, do you want to teach him a lesson?”
Just as Yang Yi was about to wave his hand to have the new guys give this pervert a good beating, Har Phil blurted out anxiously, “I have money!
I can give you money, I beg you, I’m about to die.”
When money was ntioned, Scollin and Rodriguez, who were about to make a move, all looked to Yang Yi.
anwhile, Kerry whispered in Yang Yi’s ear, “Boss, this guy really has money.
He’s a professor at the University of Southern California’s School of Cinematic Arts.
His students have beco stars, several of them—he’s rich!
His imprisonnt was big news.”
Yang Yi beca interested and said with intrigue, “Oh, from USC’s School of Cinematic Arts, what do you teach?”
“Acting, I’m a professor, I’m not a rapist, what they’re saying isn’t right, I’m not a rapist, I just, just…”
Yang Yi beca interested and said, “Just what?”
“I killed soone, but I’m not a rapist, they were all willing, they were willing.”
Yang Yi said with interest, “Killed your own girlfriend, why?”
Har Phil said dejectedly, “I loved her very much, but she betrayed , and I was furious, then I accidentally killed her, I didn’t want to kill her, and then one of my forr students ca forward and accused of raping them, but at the ti, they really were willing…”
Kerry whispered, “Don’t listen to him, boss, he’s just a bastard, but he has money.”
Yang Yi nodded and asked, “How much money can you give ?”
Har Phil seed to see hope and imdiately said, “A thousand dollars!
I can give you a thousand dollars, I don’t have any more money…”
Yang Yi chuckled and said, “No one will bully you in the future, but get ready to give lessons in my cell.”
Har Phil was taken aback, “Lessons?”
Yang Yi said casually, “You think I can make it as a movie star?”
Har Phil looked at Yang Yi carefully, then said softly, “You’re very handso, your natural conditions are very good, but…
to tell you the truth, you’re too handso, so in Hollywood, you might not have such a good future because Hollywood doesn’t need very handso Asian actors.
They only want Jack Cheng, aning they only want Asians who play villains or minor roles, so you don’t really have any good opportunities.”
Yang Yi laughed heartily and said, “You’re quite candid in your speech.
Alright, I’ve got you covered.
Teach so acting later, maybe I could beco a movie star soday, haha.”
Whether Har Phil was a rapist or not didn’t matter to Yang Yi; as long as he could teach sothing useful.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be easy for Yang Yi to find a professor to learn acting from.
After taking in Har Phil, Yang Yi turned to the other man and asked, “And what are you in for?”
“Poisoning.”
Kerry whispered, “He is also a professor, he killed six people, he poisoned six people!”
Yang Yi smiled and said, “Another professor, how interesting.
What’s his na, and from which university?”
“My na is Gweil Lasno, a professor in the Departnt of Chemistry at the University of California, Los Angeles.
I poisoned six of my colleagues and, as a result, am serving a two-hundred-year sentence without the possibility of parole.”
Yang Yi, intrigued, asked, “Why did you kill them?”
Gweil whispered, “I am an immigrant from Hungary.
I ca to the United States at the age of eighteen.
Becoming a professor was a tough journey for .
I thought it was the pinnacle of my life, but my career was a failure.
I couldn’t get any resources in the university, and they ostracized, ridiculed, and attacked .
They even planned to dismiss , so I poisoned them.”
At this point, Kerry whispered into Yang Yi’s ear, “Boss, this guy is actually just jealous!
He couldn’t compete with others, so he resorted to poisoning them to death.”
It must be said that this prison really was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
Yang Yi, still interested, asked, “Did you kill all six at once?”
“No, I poisoned them four tis with slow-acting poisons, all of different types.
The dean of the chemistry departnt died first, then three others followed, one by one.
A toxicology report from their autopsies identified the poison in their bodies, so I was arrested.
I confessed everything imdiately, but the remaining three still died; the poison in them was incurable.”
Gweil also seed remarkably candid, and Yang Yi appreciated that about him.
“You’re quite skilled at poisoning?”
Gweil, expressionless, said, “I hold Ph.D.
degrees in both inorganic and organic chemistry, but studying toxicology was my hobby.
I selected materials not just from chemical synthesis, but I preferred using plant extracts or extracts from animals to create poisons.
I should have entered dical school to study toxicology in basic dical science, but by the ti I realized this, it was too late, and I only managed to get a master’s in dicine.
There was a job opportunity to beco a chemistry professor at the University of Los Angeles, so I took it.”
In prison, what could a chemistry professor do?
He couldn’t fight, couldn’t stoop to being soone’s lackey, and with a life sentence, those gangs looking to recruit him to cook drugs outside were out of the question.
So a chemistry professor was certainly no more useful than a street thug who could fight.
But for Yang Yi, Gweil was a talent, a super valuable treasure.
Yang Yi didn’t hesitate and said, “Alright, from now on, you’ll follow .
I’ll protect you, and nobody will be able to bully you again.”
Gweil nodded, but then he said in a low voice, “But I don’t know how to do anything here, and I don’t have any money to give you.
I don’t even have cigarettes…”
Har Phil, from the side, urgently said, “You do have cigarettes, buddy, you’ve got them, sir.
I know the rules.
I’ll get two packs a month for him.”
Gweil had so psychological issues and was not good with people, but he was a lot more useful than Har Phil.
Having taken two treasures under his wing, Yang Yi waved his hand and smiled, “Alright, I’ll take you both.”
Har Phil and Gweil both looked extrely haggard.
Gweil was the type not usually targeted for bullying, but who would get picked on by anyone who happened to co across him, while Har Phil was the type that everyone felt compelled to bully, feeling disgruntled if they didn’t.
Thus, you can imagine what their lives were like.
Not to ntion anything else, the two of them definitely weren’t getting enough to eat.
Yang Yi glanced at Kerry, then declared with authority, “Now that you’re with , you’re my people, and my people can’t go hungry.
Kerry, go collect so food for them.”
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