Chapter 183 The unique prison guard, the kind Feng Mu? ! !
Feng Mu froze on the spot, his head tilted slightly, squinting at the blood stains on his clothes and shoulders, his expression slightly frozen.
Before coming to report, Feng Mu had already more or less learned about the special features of Prison No. 2 from his fifth senior brother Gong Qi.
Compared with other prisons, it is completely subordinate to the prison system under the jurisdiction of the ruling government, and it receives different funds such as wages, subsidies, maintenance funds, etc. from the higher authorities.
Prison No. 2 is demutualized, in which the prison system only holds 51% of the shares, while the remaining 49% was cleverly transferred to Tianguang Capital Co., Ltd., a subsidiary of Guangming Group.
It is a joint-stock restructuring and semi-privatization trial operation demonstration site.
Behind this reform is the intensification of financial pressure on the ruling government in recent years.
Prisons, as a public infrastructure that relies on subsidies to maintain operations, have long been mired in losses.
The meager profits generated by the prisoners using sewing machines are nothing more than a drop in the bucket for the huge operating expenses.
Therefore, the ninth district government has always been willing to get rid of the burden of the prison system, but has been unable to do anything.
It was not until five years ago that Congressman Wang Xinfa proposed the landmark "Prison Privatization Reform Proposal" for the first time at a meeting, which brought a glimmer of light to this thorny issue.
Of course, the follow-up process will definitely be full of resistance. After all, prison privatization reform involves more than just money.
It also involves a series of complex legal, ethical and social issues, as well as the strong subjective will of the prison system not to be thrown away as a burden.
The most critical problem was that at that time, there was no large capital company that met the standards and was willing to get involved in this new field full of unknowns and risks.
The turning point still occurred under the active leadership of Councilor Wang Xinfa, who successfully attracted the attention of Tianguang Capital.
After some fierce bargaining and in-depth negotiations, Prison No. 2 came into being and became a test field for privatization reform.
The ruling government and Tianguang Capital reached a consensus, and both parties jointly signed a "Five-Year Plan Agreement."
This agreement stipulates that after the expiration of five years, the two parties will decide whether to renew the agreement based on the effectiveness of the cooperation, or initiate a share repurchase clause to achieve longer-term cooperation or a smooth exit.
The main thing to look at here is the management and operation of prison privatization, as well as profitability.
This year is the fifth year of pilot operation, and there is still half a year left before the agreement expires at the end of the year.
Judging from the current situation, little results have been achieved in all aspects. Whether it is management or profitability, neither the prison system nor Tianguang Capital are very satisfied.
So, after the previous warden died suddenly of myocardial infarction due to overwork, Qian Huan airborne down at lightning speed.
Feng Mu's mind was spinning rapidly. He had already expected it before he came, but after seeing the real situation in the prison, he was still slightly shocked:
"Charging protection money from prisoners? This Which great genius came up with this income-generating idea? It’s really awesome. Primitive, too barbaric, and too rough. "
After all, how much money can most prisoners have? How much money can you squeeze out of them even if you drain all their relatives? Please, think about it with your brain. Everyone knows, if he really had a fortune, would he still go to jail?
Feng Mu was different. He just turned his mind for a moment, and in a second, several more efficient (evil) and more promising (cruel and crazy) methods of making money were quietly generated in his mind. came out.
"Why are you so stunned? Did you hear me when I talked to you?"
Tian Tao put away the electric baton, looked at Feng Mu who was standing there silently, and sneered. ,
"Could it be that you can't do it? At the same time, Prisoner of love, then you'd better go and submit your resignation report to the warden."
Feng Mu came back to his senses, shook his head, and answered at attention: "Report to the captain, I was just thinking about this. Where should the body be sent?”
Tian Tao frowned slightly and ordered in a calm tone:
"Go and ask Qin Liang to come over and have him do an autopsy and sign for confirmation. Then you can assign two prisoners to send the body to the incinerator for cremation. ." As soon as he finished speaking, Tian Tao turned and left, leaving Feng Mu alone in the house guarding the body.
When the prison guards outside were patrolling, they would occasionally glance sideways into the room. Everyone had an indifferent look on their face, and no one nodded or talked to Feng Mu.
Feng Mu felt that he was isolated by his colleagues, and he didn't take it seriously. He showed the same warm smile to every senior prison guard who passed by during inspection.
Wang Jiao stood against the wall with the prisoners in the room, and the atmosphere was tense and silent.
Feng Mu turned his head, glanced at them gently, and said softly:
"You don't have to be so afraid. I am different from other prison guards. I believe in truth and believe in Many things can be solved through communication. There is no need to make things bloody, which is too rude and barbaric.”
He looked down at the corpse with a sunken head on the ground, slowly squatted down, and gently closed the deceased's frightened pupils, with deep compassion in his tone:
"Hey, it's a pity that I lost my life. How could I die just because I couldn't pay a little money? It's so pitiful."
The prisoners were stunned in place. They had never seen such a compassionate prison guard since they were transferred to prison.
Feng Mu waved to them gently and said in a gentle tone:
“Everyone, please stop standing there stupidly and sit on the bed. The forensic doctor may still need some time. Time will come, let’s just take this opportunity to chat and get to know each other.”
A quarter of an hour later.
Under the comfort and guidance of Feng Mu's gentle voice, the prisoners spoke carefully.
At first, Feng Mu guided the questions, and the prisoners answered carefully. But as time went by, they found that Feng Mu always maintained a kind expression, listened carefully, and meticulously recorded their thoughts and demands in his notebook. .
The prisoners exchanged glances with each other, as if they really felt the huge difference between Feng Mu and the indifferent prison guards. The defensiveness in their hearts gradually melted away, and they began to have the courage to express some of their thoughts and demands.
"I only have a bedridden mother at home, and my father is a gambler. It is impossible for them to deposit money into prison for me..."
"All my money is spent. On the woman’s belly…. ."
"I was unjustly accused. The company framed me and I had to appeal. But the prison guard told me that if I wanted to appeal, I had to pay an appeal fee first. All my money was used to pay for room and board. Ah.”
"......."
After a short conversation, Feng Mu already had a general understanding of the family conditions and personality characteristics of these prisoners.
He gently put down the pen, closed the notebook, with a faint smile on his lips, and said:
"I already have a basic understanding of your difficulties and demands. Regarding prison charges I will sort out your opinions and make suggestions to the warden to try to improve the system.”
Seeing the prisoners’ faces becoming nervous, Feng Mu immediately reassured them in a gentle tone:
"You don't have to worry, I think your opinions are reasonable."
"The prison really shouldn't treat you inhumanely just because of the collection of fees. In my eyes, your life itself is the only thing that matters." It is the greatest value and should not die silently."
Feng Mu closed the notebook gently, turned his eyes to Wang Jiao, and said. The anger became serious:
"Although I may not be able to directly help you appeal, if you are really wronged, I will do my best to find a way for you to save yourself. I just hope When the time comes, you can seize the opportunity."
In the eyes of Wang Jiao and other prisoners, the original numbness and fear were gradually replaced by a glimmer of hope.
They stared at the gentle prison guard as if they were watching the arrival of an angel bathed in light.
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(End of this chapter)