Chapter 253: A Madman Says Crazy Talk, the Meaning of Light
Qian Huan had many questions in his mind and raised them one by one.
He asked: "How should we deal with those stubborn guys at the top of the prison system who will definitely try to thwart us?"
Wang Cong had a plan in mind and answered the questions calmly.
He said: "We can sign a more favorable agreement with them and give them a higher profit through profit sharing."
Qian Huan was not very happy in his heart, as his uncle's body was still warm. Qian Huan was a narrow-minded person and harbored a strong hatred in his heart.
Qian Huan gnashed his teeth and said, "These people always think that the Second Prison share reform is us cutting flesh from them. We are willing to share the profits with them, but they may not be willing to share the benefits with us."
Wang Cong replied: "Then sign an agreement directly with the Executive Yuan."
Qian Huan: "What agreement?"
Wang Cong: "We have signed a contract with the government to take care of all the death row prisoners in District 9 at a per capita price, and set a minimum number of prisoners to be accepted each year. We will return a certain percentage of the value created by these death row prisoners in the Second Prison to the government next year."
Wang Cong paused and licked his lips. "This way, we will never be short of prisoners. The District Nine Executive Office will provide our Second Prison with a steady supply of the best quality food every year. Oh no, the strongest death row prisoners."
Qian Huan's eyes widened, and this time he looked at Wang Cong as if he was looking at a devil. He murmured in a lost voice:
"Wang Cong, your idea is really crazy. In this way, the people of District 9 will probably be grateful to you for greatly improving the public security level in our district with your own efforts."
Wang Cong was not surprised by Qian Huan's praise. His mind was now filled with only Feng Mu. The praise from the warden Qian Huan did not cause any emotional fluctuations at all.
But he changed his mind and thought: "The warden was not praising me at all. His exclamation and praise were actually directed to Feng Mu. I was just taking Feng Mu's place temporarily."
Thinking of this, Wang Cong felt that Qian Huan's praise became pleasant to the ear, and his smile suddenly became sincere and bright.
"Yes, in the future every household in District 9 should put up a sign for Feng Mu and burn incense to worship him." Wang Cong thought to himself.
"…So, what about the audience issue? How do we deal with it?"
"We can divide the audience into two parts: online and offline. For offline, we can adopt an invitation system and a membership system to strictly control the number and quality of admissions. As for online, the online broadcasting rights can be sold to TV stations or online platforms."
"What about the fees? Is it just the entrance fee?"
"Of course not. Tickets are the most basic, and you can also add gambling to make money. In short, the bigger the plate, the more money you can make, and the more ways you can make money."
"Will the prisoners be obedient?"
"Feed them well, dress them well, don't beat them at will, let them live and die with dignity like a human being, how can they not want that? If they don't want that, then they are not human at all."
"...Will it be boycotted if it's too bloody?"
"Signing a life and death agreement in front of the camera, just do it in a formal way. Fighting is bound to happen without casualties. If no one dies, it will become a match-fixing. At worst, we can let everyone vote anonymously online and give them the power to decide whether to hold the fight or not."
Qian Huan felt the sparks of wisdom colliding through the glass wall. His face flushed as if he was about to have an orgasm. He laughed and said, "Interesting. If the voting rights are given to everyone, whether they are real or fake, the result is self-evident. Anyway, if it were me, I would definitely curse the bloody cruelty while unwaveringly voting in favor of continuing the event."
When Wang Cong heard it for the first time, his reaction was exactly the same as Qian Huan's. He was deeply impressed by Feng Mu's insight into human nature.
Qian Huan couldn't help but applaud: "Wang Cong, you really amaze me even more. I really want to cut open your head and see what's inside."
Wang Cong automatically blocked and replaced his own name. When he heard this, it became "Feng Mu, you really amaze me even more..."
Wang Cong grinned as sincerely and innocently as a child.
…Time passed quietly amid endless questions and answers. Qian Huan's gaze towards Wang Cong gradually became softer and more satisfied. He now sincerely wanted to tie Wang Cong to death by his side and make him his absolute confidant.
Qian Huan asked until his mouth was dry and he finally couldn't think of any new questions for a moment, so he gently turned his attention to the gourd behind Wang Cong.
In fact, the conspicuous object had entered Qian Huan's sight since the moment Wang Cong stepped into the office, but at that time he did not have any curiosity about it and was too lazy to ask more questions.
He had to ask now to show his care for his trusted subordinate.
Qian Huan asked with a smile: "What's in your gourd?"
Wang Cong gently stroked the gourd, with love that transcended life and death in his eyes. He said solemnly, "This contains my parents' ashes."
Qian Huan's face froze, with a forehead full of question marks. He asked with concern, "Is it because you can't buy a cemetery? If you need help, I can help you arrange it."
If Qian Huan could help Wang Cong solve the cemetery problem a day ago, he might have been grateful to him, but now, Wang Cong only felt the hypocrisy running in Qian Huan's blood, which made him want to feed this "help" directly to his parents.
He shook his head and said, "No, I want them to stay with me forever."
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Qian Huan swallowed and tried to remain calm. He seemed to understand why Wang Cong could come up with such a crazy plan.
It's only natural that crazy people can come up with crazy plans.
Qian Huan's lips curled up in a hypocritical arc: "The love between you and your parents really moved me."
Wang Cong nodded and left. This time he didn't even need to smell the smell. He could feel Qian Huan's hypocrisy just by listening.
"Mom and Dad, he didn't even want to ask me when you left."
Wang Cong pushed the door open and walked slowly through the laser channel. He muttered to the gourd in a voice that only he could hear,
"Mom and Dad, don't be angry. I know he is a bad guy, but wait a little longer. When Feng Mu doesn't need him anymore, I will use him to feed you."
…….Guangming Group Headquarters.
General Manager's Office.
Even though it was "daytime" outside, the lights from the upper city illuminated the world, and the lights on the ceiling of this spacious office were still on.
The lamp panel is perched on the ceiling, shaped like the sun, emitting bright white light.
Not only in this office, but in every floor, every office, even in the corridors and toilets of Guangming Building, the ceiling light panels are all uniquely shaped like the sun, and the lights are never turned off 24 hours a day.
because,
Isn't the meaning of light to shine, not to be illuminated? ! ! (End of this chapter)
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