Chapter 183 The Unique Prison Guard, the Kind-Hearted Feng Mu? ! !

Feng Mu froze in place, his head slightly tilted, looking at the blood smeared on the shoulder of his clothes with a slightly frozen expression.

Before reporting, Feng Mu had more or less known the special features of Prison No. 2 from his fifth brother Gong Qi.

Unlike other prisons, which are completely affiliated with the prison system under the Executive Government and receive various expenses such as wages, subsidies, and maintenance funds from the upper level.

Prison No. 2 is a shareholding system, in which the prison system only holds 51% of the shares, and the remaining 49% is cleverly transferred to Tianguang Capital Co., Ltd., a subsidiary of Guangming Group.

It is a semi-privatized trial operation demonstration point for shareholding reform.

Behind this reform is the increasing financial pressure of the Executive Government in recent years.

Prisons, as a public infrastructure that relies on subsidies to maintain operations, have long been in a quagmire of losses.

The meager profits created by prisoners stepping on sewing machines are just a drop in the bucket for the huge operating expenses.

Therefore, the District 9 Executive Government has always been willing to get rid of the burden of the prison system, but it has no way to do it.

It was not until five years ago that Councillor Wang Xinfa first proposed the epoch-making "Proposal for Prison Privatization Reform" at the meeting, which brought a ray of hope to this thorny issue.

Of course, the subsequent process must be full of resistance. After all, prison privatization reform involves more than just money.

It also involves a series of complex legal, ethical and social issues, as well as the strong subjective will of the prison system not to be thrown away as a burden.

The most critical problem is that at that time, there was no large capital in the society that met the standards and was willing to get involved in this new field full of unknowns and risks.

The turning point still appeared under the active leadership of Councillor Wang Xinfa, who successfully attracted the attention of Tianguang Capital.

After fierce bargaining and in-depth negotiations, Prison No. 2 came into being as a test field for privatization reform.

The Executive Yuan and Tianguang Capital reached a consensus and the two parties jointly signed a "Five-Year Plan Agreement".

The agreement stipulates that after the expiration of five years, the two parties will decide whether to renew the agreement or initiate the share repurchase clause based on the results of the cooperation to achieve longer-term cooperation or a smooth exit.

The main thing to look at here is the management and operation of the privatized prison, as well as its profitability.

This year is the fifth year of the pilot operation, and there is still half a year before the end of the year when the agreement expires.

From the current situation, there has been little effect in all aspects, whether it is management or profitability, neither the prison system nor Tianguang Capital is very satisfied.

Therefore, after the previous warden died of myocardial infarction caused by overwork, Qian Huan parachuted in at lightning speed.

Feng Mu's mind was spinning rapidly. He had expected it before he came, but after seeing the real situation in the prison, he was still slightly surprised:

"Collecting protection fees from prisoners? Which great genius came up with this idea of ​​generating income? It's really too primitive, too barbaric, and too crude."

After all, most prisoners have a few dollars. Even if you squeeze all his relatives dry, how much oil can you scrape out? Please, just use your brain to think about it. If he really has a fortune, will he still come to jail?

Feng Mu was different. His mind just turned slightly, and within a second, several more efficient (evil) and more promising (cruel and crazy) ways of making money were quietly generated in his mind.

"What are you doing? I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"

Tian Tao put away the electric baton, looked at Feng Mu who was standing there in silence, and sneered,

"You can't do it, so you sympathize with the prisoners, then you'd better report your resignation to the warden."

Feng Mu came back to his senses, shook his head, stood at attention and replied: "Captain, I'm just thinking about where to send this body?"

Tian Tao frowned slightly, and ordered in a flat tone:

"Go call Qin Liang over, let him examine the body and sign to confirm, then you can assign two prisoners to send the body to the incinerator for cremation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tian Tao turned and left, leaving Feng Mu alone in the house guarding the body.

When the prison guards outside were patrolling, they would occasionally glance sideways into the room. Everyone had an indifferent look on their faces, and no one nodded or talked to Feng Mu.

Feng Mu felt that he was isolated by his colleagues, but he didn't care. He showed the same warm smile to every senior prison guard who passed by.

Wang Jiao stood against the wall with the prisoners in the room, and the atmosphere was tense and silent.

Feng Mu turned his head, his eyes gently swept over them, and said softly:

"You don't have to be so scared. I am different from other prison guards. I believe in reason and believe that many things can be solved through communication. There is no need to make a bloody mess. It is too rude and barbaric."

He looked down at the body with a sunken head on the ground, slowly squatted down, and gently closed the dead man's pupils full of fear, with deep compassion in his tone:

"Alas, it's a pity for a life. How can it die just because it can't pay a little money? It's too pitiful."

The prisoners were stunned. Since they were transferred to prison, they have never met such a compassionate prison guard.

Feng Mu waved to them gently and said in a gentle tone:

"Don't stand there stupidly, sit on the bed. It may take some time for the forensic doctor to come. Let's take this opportunity to chat and get to know each other."

1 quarter of an hour later.

Under Feng Mu's gentle voice of comfort and guidance, the prisoners began to speak cautiously.

At first, Feng Mu led the questions and the prisoners answered cautiously, but as time went on, they found that Feng Mu always maintained a kind expression, listened carefully, and recorded their thoughts and demands meticulously in his notebook.

The prisoners exchanged glances with each other, as if they really felt the stark difference between Feng Mu and those indifferent prison guards. The defense in their hearts gradually melted, and they began to boldly express some of their own thoughts and demands.

"I only have a bedridden mother at home, and my father is a gambler. It is impossible for them to deposit money for me into the prison."

"All my money was spent on women's bellies..."

"I am wronged. The company framed me. I have to appeal, but the prison guard told me that if I want to appeal, I have to pay a complaint fee first. All my money is used to pay for food and accommodation."

"...."

After a short conversation, Feng Mu had a general understanding of the family situation and personality characteristics of these prisoners.

He gently put down his pen, closed his notebook, and said with a faint smile:

"I have a basic understanding of your difficulties and demands. Regarding the prison's charging system, I will sort out your opinions and make suggestions to the warden, and strive to make some improvements."

Seeing the prisoners' faces become nervous, Feng Mu immediately comforted them in a gentle tone:

"You don't have to worry, I think your opinions are reasonable."

"The prison should not treat you inhumanely because of some fee collection issues. In my eyes, your life itself is the greatest value, and you should not die silently like this."

Feng Mu gently closed the notebook, turned his eyes to Wang Jiao, and his tone became serious:

"Although I may not be able to help you appeal directly, if you are really wronged, I will do my best to find a way for you to save yourself. I just hope that you can seize the opportunity at that time."

In the eyes of Wang Jiao and other prisoners, the original numbness and fear were gradually replaced by a ray of hope.

They looked at the gentle prison guard, as if they were watching an angel bathed in light descend.

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