Chapter 208: Respecting the value of death, Feng Mu’s true face
Wang Cong’s mouth went dry when he heard it, and he felt as if a devil was beating his heart like a gong and drum, so that the inside of his head They are all buzzing, blood flowing and roaring sounds.
"Packaging, labeling, display?"
Wang Cong's brain was filled with strange words that seemed normal but were actually extremely abnormal when associated with prisoners.
He swallowed, as if he had figured out the joints, and as if he had completely recognized the crazy and dangerous face beneath Feng Muwen's face.
"If you go according to your plan, then most of the prisoners in the second prison will eventually die, right?" Wang Cong finally spoke, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.
Although Feng Mu only revealed one-tenth or two-tenths of the plan to Wang Cong, he was still very pleased that Wang Cong could detect the bloody undertones of the plan.
He smiled slightly, tore off his carefully woven disguise, revealing his true face hidden underneath, and said honestly and coldly:
"Of course, you shouldn't be interested in these prisoners. Are you feeling sympathy?"
Wang Cong had beads of sweat on his forehead, and his words were stuttered, as if something was choking his throat:
"No...no, I just...I have always observed that you treat every prisoner so kindly, and even carefully record every one of their demands in a book. I almost thought you were the best person since the establishment of our second prison. There is a prison guard who cares about you. I didn’t expect you to..."
Wang Cong took out a black notebook from his pocket as he spoke. His face was complicated, and the most poignant words stuck in his heart. It was so hard to speak in my throat.
Feng Mu shrugged helplessly, with a matter-of-fact look, his face remained calm:
“Of course I really care about the prisoners, because they are all priceless in my eyes, records Their preferences and demands, this is what I am doing product research on. It’s to better classify them in the future, otherwise, what do you think?”
Wang Cong stared at Feng Mu, whose frank expression made it difficult for him to judge what Feng Mu had done before. Was what he was doing a show, or had all of them just misunderstood.
Feng Mu's smile became more sincere and candid, and his eyes flashed with profound philosophical thoughts:
"I always firmly believe that everyone's death has its irreplaceable value, even if they are a group of prisoners who have been killed by this world. Abandoned waste and scum. "
"Their death should also produce value, or rather, they should produce value, because other than that, they have no other way to contribute to the world. Strength."
“The prisoners are cramped and boned like animals, and what they get in the end is just a pile of cheap rotten meat. The value of such death is too low, it is a great waste of death, and it is an unforgivable blasphemy. . ”
“However, if the prisoners are carefully packaged and sold according to my plan to cater to the needs of countless customers and bring them positive emotional value, then their deaths will be worthy. .”
"Not only can they redeem their crimes in life with death, but they can also add flesh and bones to the beauty of this world at the last moment before death, which is the ultimate sublimation of death."
"In addition, prison can also Get huge profits from it. "
"In the end, the prisoner is redeemed, the customer satisfies his desire, and the prison gains profits. This is the so-called win-win situation, everyone is happy, and we are happy again. Why not?"
Feng Mu was well-founded, emotional and touching, which greatly touched Wang Cong's soul:
"It's true that I was too superficial and misunderstood Feng. Well, now that I think about it, he did promise that the prisoners would end the unreasonable charging system in prisons and change their living environment, but he never said that this change was for the better.”
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Wang Cong's mind paused for a moment: "No, Feng Mu has never promised anything to the prisoners. He has always been making promises for me." Wang Cong met Feng Mu's frank and hot eyes, his heart trembled, and he sank. Voice:
“No, it’s not just three wins, it’s four wins. If I win, I can rocket up my speed. Such a rapid rise is five wins. If you win, you can rise with me."
Wang Cong took a deep breath and asked with some hesitation: "So this plan is proposed to the superiors. "
In his mind, thoughts clashed like a violent storm.
Wang Cong is not a fool. He is naturally aware that such a crazy plan, once proposed or implemented in prison, is likely to trigger unpredictable chain reactions and various risks.
In the past, Wang Cong might have retreated timidly, but now, his ambition has been ignited, and once the flame of ambition is ignited, it will never stop burning as long as he can still breathe air. .
So, he needs this opportunity, or in other words, he is extremely eager to be the first proposer of this crazy plan.
As Feng Mu said, life is made up of countless important choices, and this moment is the most important choice in his life.
Feng Mu smiled from the bottom of his heart and was very satisfied with Wang Cong’s attitude: “Look, everyone knows that they are taking the initiative to take over the pot, haha——”
Naturally, Feng Mu would not pour cold water on Wang Cong's initiative. He needed Wang Cong to go out for himself. Well, this term is not very loyal. It should be called another way - pioneer for the king!
He nodded heavily and said: "Of course, I just hope that one day the captain will be appreciated by the superiors and don't forget to pull me along when he is promoted step by step."
Wang Cong's blood was boiling. He promised: "I, Wang Cong, swear on my life that as long as I can climb up, as long as I return If you are not dead, I will definitely take you up with me, and I will never let you down in this life."
Next, Wang Cong didn't even bother to eat breakfast. He felt like he was in a state of panic. Pulling Feng Mu, he urgently asked Feng Mu to analyze every detail of this plan in detail and tell him.
As Feng Mu explained, Wang Cong's eyes became brighter and brighter. He nodded frequently and listened with concentration. He did not notice at all the surprised looks in the eyes of other prison guards when he occasionally passed by, as well as the late arrival. Captain Tian Tao's undisguised gloomy eyes.
After a meal, Wang Cong digested the advanced "theory of getting rich", and then his inner excitement cooled down slightly and he returned to the current practical problems.
“With my current position, I can’t raise the issue with the superiors, and I have no choice but to secretly implement it on a small scale myself. I have to climb up first. So, who should I collect money from now? Wang Cong asked in a low voice.
Feng Mu said in a deep voice: "You can't collect money from prisoners, and you can't have customers for the time being, so you can only collect money from yourself."
Wang Cong was shocked: "You It means I advance the money myself and hand it over. Is this equivalent to spending money to work?”
Feng Mu had to correct Wang Cong’s misconception and said calmly:
"How can this be called spending money to work? At best, it is spending money to buy an official promotion. As long as you can be promoted, you will make a steady profit. In the future, you can earn ten times or a hundred times as much as you want."
“Besides reincarnation, there is no more profitable business in the world than this!”
(End of this chapter)