Chapter 199: Important information, subjective initiative is maximized
The bathroom door in the prison corridor.
Feng Mu habitually took off the electric baton, handed it to Wang Cong and said, "Help me hold it for a while. I'm going to the toilet."
Wang Cong took the electric baton, nodded slightly to Feng Mu, then lit a cigarette at the door, puffing on it and gently exhaling the smoke.
Feng Mu pushed open the bathroom stall, locked the door, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and answered a call from a virtual number.
As soon as the call was connected, he did not rush to speak. Instead, he tapped a rhythmic signal on the phone case with his fingers, patiently waiting for the other party to respond with tapping signals of different frequencies.
Only after confirming that the code from the other side matched, Feng Mu lowered his voice and asked, "What happened?"
Ma Bin's voice came slowly over the phone: "This morning, there was an explosion on Qiming Street. The news reported that it was an accident caused by a gas pipeline leak, but it was quite a coincidence that Qian Tong's car was caught in the explosion."
Feng Mu frowned slightly and asked suspiciously, "Who is Qian Tong?"
Ma Bin immediately replied: "He is the general manager of Tianguang Capital and the uncle of Qian Huan, the current warden of Prison No. 2."
Feng Mu was slightly stunned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He did not remember asking Ma Bin to pay attention to the warden's relatives, which was obviously Ma Bin's own decision.
In fact, this is indeed the case. Ever since Feng Mu asked Ma Bin to help Chen Ya and others transfer to other prisons, although Ma Bin did not know the inside story, he had instinctively begun to pay close attention to all information related to Prison No. 2.
This behavior was not motivated by any particular purpose, but was an instinct displayed by Ma Bin as an excellent [downline].
He does not need Feng Mu's clear instructions on what to do before he will take action. Instead, he will take the initiative to stay alert in his daily life, always ready to provide [online] with all the support and help that may be needed.
Just like the top eunuchs who accompanied the emperor in the ancient times of the last era, they would not wait foolishly for the emperor to say he was thirsty before making tea.
Instead, they would be ready at any time to hand the teacup with perfect temperature and fragrant aroma to the emperor's lips.
Just like now, when Ma Bin realizes that this news may be useful to Feng Mu, he will take the initiative to verify the authenticity of the news, and then pass the confirmed news to Feng Mu as soon as possible.
Feng Mu narrowed his eyes and said, "Go on."
Ma Bin replied: "Prison No. 2 is a pilot project of the Executive Yuan's prison equity reform. There is only half a year left before the equity reform agreement expires. The death of the former warden of Prison No. 2 due to overwork is very strange."
When Ma Bin answered the question, he was very clear about the capabilities of his superiors, so he assumed that Feng Mu was clear about the background situation of Prison No. 2.
He didn't waste any words, but went straight to the point and gave his conclusion: "So I think the explosion on Qiming Street was an accident targeting Qian Tong."
Feng Mu's brief and powerful response also confirmed Ma Bin's judgment. He said: "Power struggle is either you or me. So, is Qian Tong dead?"
Ma Bin replied: "The explosion didn't kill him, but he died in the hospital."
Ma Bin gave a direct answer. He did not elaborate on how he disguised himself and sneaked into the hospital after receiving the news, and how he cleverly used various means and meticulous observation to deduce step by step the cause of Qian Tong's death and the subsequent secret handling.
Although the process was full of twists and turns and complexities, and could even be said to be somewhat brain-burning and thrilling, Ma Bin did not regard these details as capital for seeking credit.
His goal is pure and clear, which is to provide the most accurate and timely support and assistance to the online team.
Every effort he made was for the lofty goal of [Destiny] rather than personal advancement.
Feng Mu was a little surprised: "The explosion didn't kill him, but he still died in the hospital?"
Ma Bin said categorically: "Qian Tong's car was reinforced with explosion-proof materials, so the explosion did not cause fatal injuries. He was killed by injection of toxins after he left the emergency room."
"The hospital has blocked the news. Now everyone outside just thinks Qian Tong is injured but not dead. In fact, Qian Tong's sister, Li Hanyu, the mother of Qian Huan, the warden of the Second Prison, has quietly packed up Qian Tong's body and secretly transported it to the headquarters of Guangming Group in order to gain sympathy and support."
Feng Mu did not ask Ma Bin how he came to the above conclusion. He believed that since Ma Bin dared to say so, the truth must be most likely true.
Feng Mu thought for a moment and asked again: "Anything else?"
Ma Bin added: "Li Hanyu went to the headquarters of Guangming Group and has not come out since. Qian Huan came to the hospital twice. The second time he left the hospital, he went back to prison."
Ma Bin paused and continued, "Qian Tong's death will have a great impact on Qian Huan. The mother and son, one went to the Guangming Group headquarters to block the news, and the other returned to the prison urgently. This is a posture of risking their lives. Qian Huan's behavior in prison may become very radical."
Feng Mu understood that Ma Bin was advising him to be careful and pay attention to safety, and it was also a final test on him to see whether he could stay in prison.
Feng Mu smiled slightly, secretly admiring in his heart that it was really great to have such a capable [downline].
Feng Mu grinned, thinking it was a reward for such a capable [downline]. He said quietly, "Got it. I will make good use of this opportunity in prison."
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Ma Bin on the other end of the phone also curled up his lips. He heard the tacit hint in this sentence. This sentence was equivalent to the online person admitting and exposing his identity to him.
Oh--
Sure enough, [Mask] is Feng Mu!
Ma Bin took a deep breath and said, "Got it. I will do my best to help you keep an eye on the movements of the governors of the prison system from outside."
Feng Mu responded simply with one word: "OK." Then he hung up the phone gently.
There was a tacit understanding between the two men that required no further discussion. Neither of them delved into who killed Qian Tong, nor did they analyze the possibility that someone in the prison system was involved in the murder.
These details are not important to them at all.
"The important thing is that Qian Tong is dead, and who does the warden Qian Huan think is the murderer? And in the warden's revenge script, what role should I play, or what kind of adjustments should I make to climb up faster?"
Feng Mu pondered in the bathroom for a while, and after he figured out some joint problems, he pushed the door open and walked out, with a warm smile on his face again.
"Let's go and get back to work."
Feng Mu took the electric baton back, put it back into his waist, and yawned as if he was tired.
Wang Cong's pupils shrank slightly, and he lowered his head and followed Feng Mu.
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(End of this chapter)
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