Chapter 208 Respecting the Value of Death, Feng Mu's True Face
Wang Cong's mouth became dry as he listened to this. He felt as if a devil was beating his heart like a gong and drum, so that his head was buzzing and his blood was roaring and flowing.
“Packaging, labeling, presentation?”
Wang Cong's mind was filled with these strange words that seemed normal but were actually extremely abnormal when associated with prisoners.
He swallowed, as if he had figured out the key point, and as if he had completely recognized the crazy and dangerous face beneath Feng Mu's gentle face.
"If your plan goes according to plan, then most of the prisoners in the Second Prison will eventually die, right?" Wang Cong finally spoke, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.
Although Feng Mu only revealed one or two tenths of the plan to Wang Cong, he was still very pleased that Wang Cong could sense the bloody background of the plan.
He smiled slightly, tore off his carefully woven disguise, revealed his true face, and said coldly with his heart:
"Of course, you are not feeling any sympathy for these prisoners, are you?"
Beads of sweat oozed from Wang Cong's forehead, and he stuttered as if something was stuck in his throat:
"No...no, I just...I have always observed that you treat every prisoner so kindly, and even carefully record their every request in a notebook. I almost thought you were the most humane prison guard since the construction of our second prison. I didn't expect you to..."
As Wang Cong spoke, he took out a black notebook from his pocket. His expression was complicated, and the most sharp words in his heart were stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to speak.
Feng Mu shrugged helplessly, looking as if it was a matter of course, his face still calm:
"Of course I really care about the prisoners, because they are all priceless in my eyes. I record their preferences and demands. This is because I am doing a product survey so that I can better classify and package them in the future. Otherwise, what do you think?"
Wang Cong stared at Feng Mu. The latter's frank expression made it difficult for him to judge whether Feng Mu's previous actions were a performance or they all misunderstood.
Feng Mu's smile became more sincere and honest, and his eyes flashed with deep philosophical thoughts: "I always believe that everyone's death has its irreplaceable value, even if they are a group of prisoners, the rubbish abandoned by this world."
"Their deaths should also generate value, or rather, they should generate more value, because apart from this, they have no other way to contribute to the world."
"But the prisoners were stripped of their tendons and bones like livestock, and in the end all they got was a pool of cheap rotten meat. Such death is of too low value, a huge waste of death, and an unforgivable blasphemy."
"However, if, as I planned, the prisoners were carefully packaged and sold to cater to the needs of countless customers and bring them positive emotional value, then their deaths would be well deserved."
"Not only can they use death to redeem their sins in life, but they can also add flesh and blood to the beauty of this world in the last moment before death, which is the ultimate sublimation of death."
“In addition, the prisons can also make a lot of money from this.”
"In the end, the prisoner was redeemed, the client satisfied his desires, and the prison made a profit. This is the so-called win-win-win situation. Everyone is happy. Why shouldn't we do it?"
Feng Mu's argument was well-reasoned, emotional and touching, which deeply touched Wang Cong's soul: "I was too superficial and misunderstood Feng Mu. Now that I think about it, he did promise the prisoners to end the unreasonable prison fee system and change their living environment, but he never said that this change would be for the better."
Wang Cong paused for a moment and said, "No, Feng Mu never promised anything to the prisoners. He has always been making promises on my behalf."
Wang Cong met Feng Mu's frank and passionate gaze, and his heart trembled. He said in a deep voice:
"No, it's more than a win-win-win. It's a win-win-win. If you win, I can rise like a rocket. If you win, you can rise with me."
Wang Cong took a deep breath and asked with some trepidation, "So I am the one who proposed this plan to the higher-ups, right?"
In his mind, thoughts were clashing fiercely like a storm.
Wang Cong is not a fool. He naturally realizes that such a crazy plan, once proposed or implemented in prison, is likely to trigger unpredictable chain reactions and various risks.
If it were 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 not stop burning as long as he can breathe air.
So, he needed this opportunity, or rather, he was extremely eager to be the first to propose this crazy plan.
Just as Feng Mu said, life is made up of countless important choices, and this moment is the most important decision in his life.
Feng Mu laughed from the bottom of his heart, very satisfied with Wang Cong's attitude: "Look, you know to take the initiative to take the blame, huh——"
Feng Mu would naturally not discourage Wang Cong's initiative. He needed Wang Cong to take the risk for him. Well, this statement is not very loyal. It should be changed to - pioneer for the king! He nodded heavily and said, "Of course, I just hope that the captain will be appreciated by the higher-ups one day. When he is promoted step by step, don't forget to bring me along."
Wang Cong's blood was boiling, and he promised: "I, Wang Cong, swear on my life that as long as I can climb up, as long as I am not dead, I will definitely take you up with me, and I will never let you down in this life."
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Next, Wang Cong didn't even bother to eat breakfast. He was as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He eagerly pulled Feng Mu and urgently asked Feng Mu to analyze every detail of the plan in detail and tell him about it.
As Feng Mu explained, Wang Cong's eyes became brighter and brighter. He nodded frequently and listened attentively, not noticing the surprised looks of other prison guards when they occasionally passed by, or the undisguised gloomy look of the late captain Tian Tao.
After a meal, Wang Cong digested the advanced "theory of getting rich", and his inner excitement cooled down a little, and he returned to the current practical problems.
"In my current position, I can't raise this issue with my higher-ups. There's no other way but to do it secretly on a small scale. I have to climb up first. So, who should I collect the money from?" Wang Cong asked in a low voice.
Feng Mu said in a deep voice: "We can't collect money from prisoners, and we can't find new customers for the time being, so we can only collect money from ourselves."
Wang Cong was shocked: "You mean I have to pay for it myself, which means I am paying to work?"
Feng Mu had no choice but to correct Wang Cong's misunderstanding and said:
"How can this be called paying to work? At best, this is like paying to buy a promotion. As long as you can get promoted, you will make a profit. In the future, you can easily make ten or a hundred times the money back."
"Apart from reincarnation, is there any business in the world that is more profitable than this?"
(End of this chapter)
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