Chapter 250: The Idealistic Scalpel Upholds the Righteous Path

Qian Huan was very satisfied with Feng Mu's tactfulness; a scalpel that understood its "master's" words was a good scalpel.

Little did he know, the "Righteous Path" Feng Mu understood was not the same road as Qian Huan's "Righteous Path."

After all, in the scalpel's eyes, weakness was the original sin; if the "master" no longer wished to stain his hands with blood, he would be led astray.

As a scalpel, he had an obligation to set things right and help his master better, faster, and stronger realize his self-worth.

There was no helping it; Feng Mu's sense of moral obligation was strong. He was not only a good scalpel, but an idealistic one—a scalpel that could help his "master" become better together.

Feng Mu's smile was gentle; his gaze swept faintly over the words "Explosion-proof" on the explosion-proof glass, and he discreetly glanced at Shi Wuming from the corner of his eye, gradually hatching a plan to kill two birds with one stone.

Qian Huan's gaze toward Feng Mu grew increasingly satisfied, and he said with a smile:

"Tian Tao committed suicide, Chang Wei ran away from home, and both their positions are vacant. Who do you think would be best to fill their vacancies?"

When a leader asks you about personnel matters, you must never naively think the leader is really asking you—unless you are currently holding a knife to the leader's neck.

Feng Mu obediently kept his head lowered and answered properly:

"I believe there is no hierarchy in positions, only differences in division of labor. No matter who the Prison Warden arranges to succeed them, I will serve with full effort and cooperate with their work."

Qian Huan looked deeply at Feng Mu, secretly admiring him in his heart, feeling that even if Feng Mu were not a scalpel, relying solely on his silver tongue, he was fully capable of climbing to a high position.

Thus, he said seriously: "What do you think of Wang Cong? I saw the statistical report submitted on Monday; Wang Cong's revenue generation ranks quite high among the prison guards in your Security Bureau."

While questioning, Qian Huan stared straight at Feng Mu, as if trying to see through his expression to discern his most genuine inner thoughts.

Indeed, he noticed a flicker of unnatural stiffness appear on Feng Mu's face; though the change was slight and fleeting, he still captured it sharply with his discerning eyes.

Qian Huan thought to himself: "Feng Mu has indeed guessed that Wang Cong stabbed him in the back. Although his facial expression management is quite in place, unfortunately, he is still a bit young, lacking a bit of experience."

Feng Mu replied in a deep voice: "Since I came to the Second Prison, I have been closest to Wang Cong; I have seen all his various efforts. If the Prison Warden is willing to promote him, that would naturally be best."

Qian Huan pretended not to understand the subtext in Feng Mu's words, and said with a smile:

"Very good, I was thinking the same. Since you have a good relationship, I will first promote Wang Cong to Captain; you should help him more in private."

No flaw appeared on Feng Mu's face again; he smiled sincerely and said: "That is only natural."

Qian Huan could see no more emotion on Feng Mu's face; instead, he became even more convinced that the capture of that instant just now was Feng Mu's most genuine emotional expression.

He smiled slightly and added: "When the time comes for ranking and promotion later, I will promote Wang Cong further. Feng Mu, you will also naturally be promoted to Captain."

Feng Mu's smile instantly became even more radiant, and a look of heartfelt conviction appeared on his face as he said firmly: "Subordinate will follow the Prison Warden's arrangements in all things."

Qian Huan clapped his hands in satisfaction, and Wang Cong, who had been waiting outside for a long time, pushed the door open and entered.

Wang Cong wore a neat uniform, his hair was impeccably styled, and he carried a yellow gourd on his back, looking a bit incongruous.

He strode in; his skill in managing his expression was clearly not yet masterful. When his gaze fell on Feng Mu, his face showed obvious stiffness and unnaturalness.

It was Feng Mu who took the initiative to greet him, cleverly helping Wang Cong conceal that stiffness.

Feng Mu smiled and said: "Congratulations, Captain Wang Cong! Your efforts have finally received their due reward. In the future, I ask Captain Wang Cong for your guidance."

Wang Cong took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the awe and fanaticism surging wildly in his heart, and briefly replied with two words: "Thank you."

This scene was fully observed by Qian Huan, who naturally drew a completely opposite conclusion.

He did not expose it, but merely said with a smile:

"Your private relationship is very good, which is extremely beneficial for the work. In short, you are both my people, and both have bright and far-reaching futures."

He paused, his gaze moving back and forth over the two men's faces:

"So, you must unite and help each other, climb up together as quickly as possible, become my left and right arms in the Second Prison, and help me better control and transform the Second Prison. Understand?"

Qian Huan was a person who lacked a sense of security; Wang Cong was another scalpel he used to check and balance Feng Mu in advance.

The key to using one scalpel to control another lay in balance. Because Qian Huan felt Wang Cong's ability was not up to Feng Mu's, he needed to boost Wang Cong, letting him always suppress Feng Mu by a head in position.

Of course, perhaps Feng Mu would kill Wang Cong, and that was fine too, because for Qian Huan that would also be a warning, meaning Feng Mu had lost control and risked devouring his master. Then, he would naturally abandon and dispose of Feng Mu.

"Obedience test!" Feng Mu sneered in his heart; he knew exactly what scheme Qian Huan was plotting.

He hurriedly obeyed and responded loudly without hesitation:

"Understood. Subordinate will actively cooperate with Captain Wang Cong and certainly not disappoint the Prison Warden's expectations."

Wang Cong, on the other hand, reacted belatedly, half a beat slow, but also hurriedly said: "Thank you, Prison Warden, for your cultivation. Subordinate will certainly cooperate fully with Feng Mu and do my best."

After hearing this, Qian Huan laughed heartily with relief, while Wang Cong and Feng Mu glanced at each other, not concealing it, each with a smile appearing on their face.

Interestingly, although all three harbored ulterior motives, not one of them was actually lying; at this moment, they all revealed sincere smiles from the bottom of their hearts.

A good leader, good colleagues, great unity—truly united from top to bottom, bright and far-reaching, with a promising future!

Qian Huan laughed enough, gradually stopped his laughter, looked at the two men with a stern gaze, and asked in a deep voice:

"Alright, next, let's discuss the 【Last Place Elimination System】. What are your thoughts and suggestions on this?"

Feng Mu had plenty of thoughts, but he did not say them; he only obeyed:

"I think the policy launched by the Prison Warden is very good. The capable rise, the incompetent fall. A good competition mechanism will bring different vitality to the Second Prison."

Wang Cong did not immediately respond; he pondered for a moment, then looked at Qian Huan and slowly laid out the plan he had "plagiarized" from his previous life:

"Prison Warden, Subordinate also thinks the 【Tail End Elimination System】 is very good, but it needs a bit of improvement and packaging. Perhaps it could be implemented better, creating greater benefits for the Second Prison and for the Prison Warden, thus more smoothly promoting the Second Prison's share reform plan..."

(End of Chapter)