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

Wang Cong's mouth was dry, feeling as if a devil were pounding his heart like a gong and drum, so that his head buzzed and the sound of blood surging and roaring filled his ears.

"Packaging, labels, display?"

Wang Cong's brain churned with these seemingly normal yet extremely strange terms that became abnormal once linked to prisoners.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if understanding the crux of it, yet also as if fully recognizing the mad and dangerous face beneath Feng Mu's gentle facade.

"If your plan goes ahead, then most prisoners in the Second Prison will ultimately not escape death, right?" Wang Cong finally spoke, his voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor.

Although Feng Mu had only revealed one or two tenths of the plan to Wang Cong, he was still gratified that Wang Cong could sense the bloody undercurrent of this plan.

He smiled faintly, tore open the carefully woven disguise he wore, revealed the true face hidden beneath, and coldly spoke with heartfelt sincerity:

"Of course, you wouldn't have developed sympathy for these prisoners, would you?"

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Wang Cong's forehead, his words stammered, as if something were choking his throat:

"No... no, I just... I've always observed how kind you are to every prisoner, even carefully recording each of their requests in a notebook, I almost thought you were the most humane prison guard our Second Prison has ever had since its construction. I never expected you actually..."

As he spoke, Wang Cong pulled a black notebook from his pocket, his expression complex, the sharpest words in his heart stuck in his throat, truly difficult to utter.

Feng Mu helplessly shrugged, looking as if it were only natural, his expression still calm:

"I am genuinely concerned for the prisoners, because they are all priceless in my eyes. Recording their preferences and requests is me conducting market research, so that I can better package and categorize them in the future. Otherwise, what did you think?"

Wang Cong stared at Feng Mu, the latter's open and honest expression making it hard for him to judge whether Feng Mu's past actions were a performance, or if they had all misunderstood him.

Feng Mu's smile grew increasingly sincere and earnest, his eyes flashing with profound philosophy:

"I have always believed that every person's death has its irreplaceable value, even if they are a group of prisoners, waste and scum abandoned by this world."

"Their deaths should also generate value, or rather, they should produce value even more, because aside from this, they have no other way to contribute their strength to this world."

"And skinning and boning prisoners like livestock ultimately yields nothing but a puddle of cheap rotten meat; such death has too little value, is a great waste of death, and is an unforgivable desecration."

"However, according to my plan, carefully packaging and selling the prisoners to cater to the demands of countless clients, bringing them positive emotional value, then their deaths would be deaths well met."

"They can not only atone for their crimes in life with death, but also add flesh and bone to the beauty of this world in their final moment before death, an ultimate sublimation of death."

"In addition, the prison can also obtain rich profits from this."

"Ultimately, the prisoners gain redemption, the clients satisfy their desires, the prison gains revenue—this is the so-called win-win situation, everyone is happy, so why wouldn't we do it?"

Feng Mu spoke with reason and evidence, with deep feeling and moving eloquence, greatly stirring Wang Cong's soul:

"Surely I was too shallow, misunderstanding Feng Mu. Thinking about it now, he indeed promised prisoners he would end the prison's unreasonable fee system and change their living environment, but never said this change would be a change for the better."

Wang Cong's mind paused: "Wrong, Feng Mu never promised the prisoners anything; he had been promising on my behalf all along."

Meeting Feng Mu's sincere and fervent gaze, Wang Cong's heart gave a jolt, and he said in a deep voice:

"No, not just three wins, but four wins—winning that I can rocket up in promotion; five wins—winning that you can rise with me as the boat rises with the water."

Wang Cong took a deep breath and asked somewhat uneasily and hesitantly: "So this plan, I am to propose it to the higher-ups, right?"

In his Nao Hai, his train of thought clashed fiercely like a storm.

Wang Cong was no fool; he naturally realized that such a mad plan, once proposed or implemented within the prison, would likely trigger unpredictable chain reactions and various risks.

If it were the past, Wang Cong might have timidly shrunk back, but now his ambition had been ignited, and once the flame of ambition was lit, as long as he could still breathe air, it would never stop burning.

So he needed this opportunity, or rather, he desperately longed to be the first Project Proposer of this mad plan.

Just as Feng Mu said, life is composed of countless important choices, and now was the most important choice of his life.

Feng Mu smiled from the bottom of his heart, very satisfied with Wang Cong's attitude: "See, everyone knows to actively take on the pot, heh—"

Feng Mu naturally would not pour cold water on Wang Cong's enthusiasm; he needed Wang Cong to go through the thunder for him, uh, that phrasing isn't very brotherly, should change it to—be the pioneer for Wang!

He nodded heavily and said: "Of course, I only hope that one day Captain, when you are appreciated by the higher-ups and rise step by step, don't forget to pull me up."

Wang Cong's blood boiled, and he promised: "I, Wang Cong, swear on my life, as long as I can climb up, as long as I am not dead, I will definitely take you up with me, and in this life I will never let you down."

Afterwards Wang Cong didn't even care to eat breakfast, the whole man was like he'd been injected with chicken blood; he eagerly pulled Feng Mu, urgently demanded Feng Mu, and detailedly analyze every detail of the plan for him to listen to.

As Feng Mu explained, Wang Cong's eyes grew brighter and brighter, he nodded frequently, listening with rapt attention, not noticing at all that occasionally when passing by, other prison guards looked on in astonishment, and Captain Tian Tao, who arrived late, did not hide his gloomy gaze.

After the time of a meal, Wang Cong digested the advanced "wealth theory," and the excitement in his heart slightly cooled, returning to current reality problems.

"With my current position, I can't propose it to the higher-ups, and there's no way to secretly implement it on a small scale myself; I have to climb up first, so, who should I pay money to now?" Wang Cong asked in a lowered voice.

Feng Mu said in a deep voice: "We can't collect money from prisoners, and can't yet develop clients, so we can only collect money from ourselves."

Wang Cong was shocked: "You mean I pay out of my own pocket and turn it over? That's like paying to work?"

Feng Mu had to correct Wang Cong's mistaken understanding, and coaxed him patiently:

"How can that be called paying to work? At most it's paying to buy an official position and promotion. As long as you can rise, it's a sure profit without loss; afterwards you can easily earn back ten or a hundred times."

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

Chapter End