Chapter 207: Packaging prisoners into commodities, a madman's fantasy
That night, time seemed to stretch, becoming exceptionally long and meaningful, filled with an indescribable sense of fulfillment.
The door of the incinerator opened and closed frequently, like a greedy bloody mouth, greedily enjoying this feast, bite after bite.
Every time the door opened and closed, it was like biting mercilessly, swallowing the fresh ingredients processed with blood and flesh into the abyss of the stomach that seemed to never be filled.
As corpses were devoured one after another, Feng Mu reached a consensus with wave after wave of prisoners, and his profound thoughts quietly took root in the hearts of these prisoners.
Under the witness of the burning corpses, everything seemed bright and sacred. Feng Mu's guidance, like the shadow cast by the flames, guided these prisoners to find a way forward of hope and vitality.
Time gradually came to dawn.
After teaching the last batch of prisoners tonight, Wang Cong stared at Feng Mu with bloodshot eyes, both excited and tired.
He said excitedly: "Feng Mu, we did it. These prisoners are willing to cooperate with us."
Feng Mu said calmly: "They are not cooperating with you and me, they just mistakenly regard us as their lifeline and are desperately trying to save themselves."
Wang Cong nodded repeatedly, and then asked anxiously: "But can they really hold on? The prison guards' electric batons are much harder than bones."
Feng Mu's eyes were deep, and he said calmly, "Don't worry, the prison guards are just oppression from the outside. Although they are fierce, the electric batons can only hit one person at a time. The collective behavior of the prisoners is internal supervision. There will be countless eyes and countless hands, which can tear a person into pieces in an instant."
Feng Mu habitually touched his forehead with his fingernails: "No matter how fierce the external oppression is, it can never compare to the brutality and madness within the collective. After all, the prisoners are always the ones who understand them best, and the most brutal ones are often from their own people."
Wang Cong couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He savored the absolute coldness revealed in Feng Mu's words and felt a chill in his heart, but he still nodded in agreement.
Feng Mu actually didn't tell Wang Cong everything here. The reason why he was so confident, in addition to the above judgment based on human nature, was because he had a hidden insurance, but there was no need to tell Wang Cong about this.
Wang Cong licked his cracked lips and asked hesitantly, "Well, we can continue tonight. Well, it seems that the first step will be completed smoothly soon. Then the second step, how can I get more money from the prisoners?"
Feng Mu looked at Wang Cong like a fool: "You can't collect money from the prisoners. We just reached an agreement with them. If you go back on your word now, the whole plan will go down the drain."
Wang Cong stood there in a daze, frowning, and asked in confusion: "If I don't collect money from the prisoners, how can I complete my performance?"
Feng Mu looked at Wang Cong meaningfully, and said, "The warden wants to collect money, but he never stipulated that the money must be collected from the prisoners. It has always been your own narrow vision."
Wang Cong's mind went blank, and his eyes were full of question marks: "If the prison guards don't collect money from the prisoners, who else can they collect money from?"
There was a dark light flashing in Feng Mu's eyes. He had laid so much groundwork before, and the purpose of training and transforming Wang Cong was just for this.
"The first step of the phased transformation has been completed. Now, it's time to tell Wang Cong some of the preliminary plans and cultivate his mentality and ability to take charge of his own affairs." Feng Mu thought secretly in his mind.
He controlled the micro-plastic surgery of the facial bones under his cheeks and carefully sculpted his micro-expressions, making his whole body reveal an unprecedented excitement and enthusiasm.
"For a long time, the way prisons are managed is to treat prisoners as livestock to be slaughtered. On the one hand, they are driven to work hard to produce a tiny bit of profit, while on the other hand, they are stared at and their fat is scraped away."
"I'm not saying this approach is not good, but it's too inefficient and outdated in concept. It can't keep up with the times."
"The last-in-first-out system proposed by the warden is a bit innovative and can generate a lot of profits in the short term, but it lacks sustainability in the long run and is still a way of killing the goose that lays the golden eggs and draining the pond to catch the fish."
"None of these methods can fully tap the potential of the prison as a treasure. Every time I see these precious prisoners being tortured to death like cheap pigs and dogs, my conscience aches and I can't sleep all night long."
Wang Cong's mouth opened into a circle in surprise. He was frightened by Feng Mu's shocking words.
He originally thought that what Feng Mu had said to the prisoners about future prison reforms were just empty promises, but he didn't expect that Feng Mu seemed to be serious about it.
Wang Cong's teeth were chattering: "No, Feng Mu, are you serious?"
Feng Mu nodded solemnly, his eyes seemed to be filled with hot magma. He said, "If you only focus on the prisoners and only regard them as livestock, how much money can you get even if you slaughter them all and sell their meat?"
"But if we package them all into scarce commodities, label them with various kinds of labels, and show them to the thousands or even millions of customers outside the prison, and take even a little from each of their wallets, it will create ten or a hundred times the profit for the prison."
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"The most important thing is that the executive government cannot send an endless supply of prisoners to the Second Prison, but the number of guests outside the prison is real and can grow sustainably."
Wang Cong listened with a confused look. Although he did not fully understand Feng Mu's ideas, he had to admit that there was a convincing power in Feng Mu's words, and the future he outlined in his words was indeed very tempting.
Wang Cong was attracted by the money prospects described by Feng Mu. He held his breath and asked, "So, how do you plan to package the prisoners into commodities, and who do you plan to sell them to?"
Feng Mu opened his mouth to reveal his white teeth. He lowered his voice and whispered in Wang Cong's ear, "This way, this way, and this way again. How do you feel?"
It was like the devil's whisper. Wang Cong's scalp began to tingle. His eyes widened and almost popped out of their sockets. The way he looked at Feng Mu was as if he was looking at a devil that had come to the world.
There is no other reason. It is just that every word in the plan proposed by Feng Mu is filled with crazy fantasies.
It was really creepy, but also extremely bewitching, so that Wang Cong did not dare and was reluctant to cover his ears. Those sound characters were like magic, piercing his eardrums one after another, and then were imprinted in his brain inextricably.
……..(End of this chapter)
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