Chapter 208 Respecting the Value of Death, Feng Mu's True Face

Wang Cong's mouth went dry when he heard it, and he felt as if a devil was beating his heart like a gong and drum, so that there was a buzzing sound in his head, and the sound of blood flowing and roaring.

"Packaging, labelling, display?"

Wang Cong's brain was swirling 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 joints, and as if he had completely recognized the crazy and dangerous face beneath Feng Muwen's face.

"If you go according to your plan, then most of the prisoners in the second prison will eventually die, right?" Wang Cong finally spoke, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

Although Feng Mu only revealed one-tenth or two-tenths of the plan to Wang Cong, he was still very pleased that Wang Cong could detect the bloody undertones of the plan.

He smiled slightly, tore off his carefully woven disguise, revealing his true face hidden underneath, and said coldly and honestly:

"Of course, you have sympathy for these prisoners, right?"

Beads of sweat broke out on Wang Cong's forehead, and his words stuttered, as if something was choking his throat:

"No...no, I just...I have always observed that you treat every prisoner so kindly, and even record every one of their requests carefully in the notebook. I almost thought you were the most beautiful person since the establishment of our second prison. There is a prison guard who cares about you. I didn’t expect you to..."

Wang Cong took out a black notebook from his pocket as he spoke. His face was complicated, and the sharpest words in his heart were stuck in his throat, making it difficult to speak.

Feng Mu shrugged helplessly, as if it were taken for granted, and his face remained calm:

"Of course I sincerely care about the prisoners, because they are priceless in my eyes. Recording their preferences and demands is because I am doing product research so that I can better package them into categories 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 what Feng Mu had done before was a performance or whether all of them had misunderstood.

Feng Mu's smile became more sincere and frank, and his eyes flashed with deep philosophical thoughts:

"I always firmly believe that everyone's death has its irreplaceable value, even if they are a group of prisoners and dregs abandoned by this world."

"Their death should also produce value, or rather, they should produce value, because other than that, they have no other way to contribute to the world."

"The prisoners are cramped and boned like animals, and what they get in the end is just a pile of cheap rotten meat. The value of such death is too low, it is a great waste of death, and it is an unforgivable blasphemy."

"However, if the prisoners were carefully packaged and sold according to my plan 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 atone for their crimes in life, but they also add flesh and blood to the beauty of this world at the last moment before death, which is the ultimate sublimation of death."

"In addition, prisons can make huge profits from this operation."

"In the end, the prisoner is redeemed, the customer satisfies his desire, and the prison gains profit. This is the so-called win-win situation. Everyone is happy, so why not do it?"

Feng Mu's well-founded, emotional and touching words deeply touched Wang Cong's soul:

"Sure enough, I was too superficial and misunderstood Feng Mu. Now that I think about it, he did promise that the prisoners would end the prison's unreasonable charging system and change their living environment, but he never said that this change would be for the better. It’s a change.”

Wang Cong paused for a moment: "No, Feng Mu never promised anything to the prisoners. He has always been making promises for me."

Wang Cong met Feng Mu's frank and hot eyes, his heart trembled, and he said in a deep voice:

"No, it's not just three wins, it's four wins. If you win, I can rise like a rocket. It's five wins. If you win, you can rise with me."

Wang Cong took a deep breath and asked with some hesitation: "So it is me who proposes this plan to the superiors, right?"

In his mind, thoughts clashed like a violent storm.

Wang Cong is not a fool. He is naturally aware that such a crazy plan, once proposed or implemented in prison, is likely to trigger unpredictable chain reactions and various risks.

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 never stop burning as long as he can still breathe air.

Therefore, he needs this opportunity, or in other words, he is extremely eager to be the first proposer of this crazy plan.

As Feng Mu said, life is made up of countless important choices, and this moment is the most important choice in his life.

Feng Mu laughed from the bottom of his heart and was very satisfied with Wang Cong's attitude: "Look, everyone knows that they are taking the initiative to take over the pot, haha——"

Naturally, Feng Mu would not throw cold water on Wang Cong's initiative. He needed Wang Cong to go to the mine for him. Well, this term is not very loyal. It should be called another way - pioneer for the king!

He nodded heavily and said: "Of course, I just hope that the captain will be appreciated by the superiors one day and don't forget to pull me along when he gets promoted."

Wang Cong's blood was boiling, and he promised: "I, Wang Cong, swear with my life that as long as I can climb up and 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."

Then Wang Cong didn't even bother to eat breakfast. He was like a chicken blood. He eagerly pulled Feng Mu and urgently asked Feng Mu to analyze every detail of the plan in detail and tell him.

As Feng Mu explained, Wang Cong's eyes became brighter and brighter. He nodded frequently and listened attentively, not noticing the surprised eyes of other prison guards when he occasionally passed by, and the undisguised gloomy eyes 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, returning to the current reality.

"In my current position, I can't raise it with the higher-ups. I can't do it on my own. I have to climb up first. So, who should I collect money from?" Wang Cong asked in a low voice.

Feng Mu said in a deep voice: "I can't collect money from prisoners, and I can't develop clients for the time being, so I can only collect money from myself."

Wang Cong was shocked: "You mean I have to pay for it myself, which is equivalent to paying for work?"

Feng Mu had to correct Wang Cong's misunderstanding and persuaded him:

"How can this be called paying for work? At best, it is paying for promotion. As long as you can get promoted, it is a sure win. In the future, you can easily earn ten or a hundred times more."

"Except for reincarnation, where else in the world is there a more profitable business than this!"