Chapter 253: A Madman Speaks Mad Words, the Meaning of Light

Qian Huan had many questions in his mind and raised them one by one.

He asked: "Those stubborn guys at the top of the prison system will definitely try to thwart us, so what should we do?"

Wang Cong knew everything in his mind and answered them one by one calmly.

He said: "We can sign a more favorable agreement with them and share the profits with them to give them more generous profits."

Qian Huan was not very happy in his heart. His uncle's body was still cold. Qian Huan was a narrow-minded person and he still had strong hatred hidden in his heart.

Qian Huan gritted his teeth: "These people always feel that we are cutting meat from them because of the shareholding reform of the second supervisory system. We are willing to share the profits with them, but they may not be willing to share the profits with us."

Wang Cong replied: "Then sign an agreement directly with the ruling government."

Qian Huan: "What agreement?"

Wang Cong: "The agreement to contract all the death row inmates in District 9 is signed with the executive government based on the per capita price, and the minimum number of admissions is set every year. We will rebate the value created by these death row inmates in the second prison to the executive at a certain percentage in the coming year. government."

Wang Cong paused and licked his lips:

"In this way, we will never be short of prisoners in the future. The Ninth District Government will provide our second prison with a steady stream of the highest quality food every year. Oh no, the strongest prisoners on death row."

Qian Huan's eyes widened, and when he looked at Wang Cong this time, he looked a bit like he was looking at a devil. He murmured:

"Wang Cong, your idea is really crazy. In this way, the people of the ninth district will probably be grateful to you. You have single-handedly greatly improved the security level of our district."

Wang Cong was not disturbed by Qian Huan's praise in his heart. He only had Feng Mu in his heart now, and the prison warden Qian Huan's praise did not make him feel any emotion at all.

But then he thought: "The warden is not praising me. His exclamations and praises are actually directed at Feng Mu. I am just temporarily taking charge of Feng Mu's behalf."

Thinking of this, Wang Cong felt that Qian Huan's praise became more pleasant, and his smile suddenly became sincere and bright.

"Yes, in the future every household in the ninth district should set up a sign for Feng Mu and burn incense to worship him." Wang Cong thought in his heart.

"...So, how to deal with the problem of the audience?"

"We can divide the audience into online and offline parts. For offline, we can adopt an invitation system and a membership system to strictly control the number and quality of admissions. As for online, online broadcast rights can be sold to TV stations Or online platform.”

"What about the fee? Is it only admission fee?"

"Of course not. Tickets are the most basic. You can also add gambling to increase the profit. In short, the bigger the plate, the more you can make, and the more ways you can make money."

"Will the prisoner be obedient?"

"Give them good food and clothing, don't beat them at will, let them live with dignity like a human being, and then die with dignity, how can they not want to? If they don't want to do this, then they are too unhuman. "

"...Will it be boycotted if it's too bloody?"

"Signing the certificate of life and death in front of the camera, just do it in a formal way. There is no one who can't die in a martial arts fight. If you don't die, it will be a match-fixing. If it doesn't work, we can let everyone vote anonymously on the Internet to decide whether it will be done or not. Give the power to them.”

Qian Huan felt the sparks of wisdom colliding through the glass wall. His face turned red as if he was about to climax, and he laughed loudly:

"Interesting, give the right to vote to everyone, no matter whether it is true or false, the result is self-evident. Anyway, if it were me, I would definitely vote for the continuation of the event while cursing bloody cruelty. of."

When Wang Cong heard it for the first time, he behaved exactly like Qian Huan, admiring Feng Mu's insight into human nature.

Qian Huan couldn't help but applaud: "Wang Cong, you really amaze me even more. I really want to cut open your head and see what's inside."

Wang Cong automatically blocked and changed his name. When the words fell into his ears, it became "Feng Mu, you really amaze me even more..."

Wang Cong grinned as sincerely and innocently as a child.

….

Time passed quietly in the endless questions and answers. Qian Huan's eyes towards Wang Cong gradually became softer and more satisfied. He now really wanted to tie Wang Cong to his side and make him his absolute confidant.

Qian Huan's mouth went dry when he asked, and finally he couldn't think of any new questions for a while, so he gently turned his attention to the gourd behind Wang Cong.

In fact, that conspicuous object came into Qian Huan's sight from the moment Wang Cong stepped into the office, but at that time he did not have any curiosity about it and was too lazy to ask more.

Now he had to ask, to show his concern for his close subordinates.

Qian Huan asked with a smile: "What is in your gourd?"

Wang Cong gently stroked the gourd, with love that spanned life and death in his eyes. He said deeply: "This contains the ashes of my parents."

Qian Huan's face froze, and his forehead was full of questions. He asked with concern: "Is it because you can't buy a cemetery? If you need help, I can help you arrange it."

If Qian Huan could help Wang Cong solve the cemetery problem a day ago, he might be grateful to him, but now, Wang Cong only feels the hypocrisy flowing in Qian Huan's blood, making him want to feed this "help" directly to him. To his parents.

He shook his head and said, "No, I want them to stay with me forever."

Qian Huan swallowed his saliva and barely maintained his calm. He seemed to understand why Wang Cong could come up with such a crazy plan.

It is natural for a madman to come up with a crazy plan.

Qian Huan's mouth curled up a hypocritical arc: "The love between you and your parents really moved me."

Wang Cong nodded and left. This time he didn't even need to smell the smell in his nose. He could feel Qian Huan's hypocrisy just by listening.

"Mom and Dad, he didn't even want to ask me when you left."

Wang Cong pushed the door and walked slowly through the laser channel. He muttered to Hulu in a voice that only he could hear,

"Mom and Dad, don't be angry. I know he is a bad guy, but wait a little longer. When Feng Mu doesn't need him anymore, I will feed him to you."

…….

Guangming Group Headquarters.

General Manager's Office.

Even if it is "daytime" outside, the lights of Shangcheng's buttocks are shining on the world, and the ceiling of this spacious office is still lit.

The lamp panel is perched on the ceiling, and its shape is exactly like the sun, emitting bright white light.

Not only in this office, but also in every floor, every office, even in the corridors and toilets of Guangming Building, the lamp panels on the ceiling are all in the same sun shape, and the lights are never turned off 24 hours a day.

Because,

Isn’t the meaning of light to only shine, not to be illuminated? ! !