Chapter 251: The Shocking Food Cultivation Plan?!

When Qian Huan raised this question, he actually never expected to receive any advice; all he needed was agreement and praise.

Feng Mu's answer satisfied Qian Huan greatly, giving him strong emotional value, while Wang Cong...

"This guy hasn't even become Captain yet, and he's already getting carried away."

Although slightly displeased in his heart, Qian Huan still maintained a humble posture on his face, speaking in a gentle tone:

"Oh, go on, let me hear it—where exactly does the 【Last Place Elimination System】 need packaging and improvement?"

Wang Cong slightly wrinkled his nostrils, smelling the "anger" scent escaping through the narrow gap in the explosion-proof glass wall.

The scent seeped out slowly from his blood circulation with every heartbeat of the Prison Warden, radiating through every pore.

The scent was extremely faint in the air, but in Wang Cong's keen sense of smell, it was magnified a thousandfold, spreading like thick fog, becoming strong and pungent.

In Wang Cong's perception, it was as if a vicious beast with bulging veins and a terrifying appearance was imprisoned on the other side of the glass, roaring and baring its teeth at him, unable to hide.

Human expressions can deceive humans, but they cannot deceive E Corpses.

Humans boast of being advanced creatures; the 【masks】 evolved over millions of years can often make their own kind spin in circles, but are completely exposed before lowly animals, let alone E Corpses that feed on humans.

It's hard to say whether this is a success or a failure of human evolution.

If it were back when he was alive, sensing the Prison Warden's anger, Wang Cong would have been trembling with fear, wishing he could chew his tongue into pieces and swallow it back into his stomach.

But now, he simply could not sense any fear.

Sorry, an E Corpse's hormones are in disorder; there is no fear in his heart, only full of Feng Mu.

If possible, Wang Cong even wanted to go to the autopsy room once, sincerely inviting Forensic Doctor Qin Liang to perform an open-chest surgery on him, tattooing Feng Mu's face on his heart.

Wang Cong's lips parted slightly, wanting to speak but stopping; his gaze lingered on Feng Mu's face for a moment, then quietly cast a glance at Shi Wuming in the corner.

Seeing this, Qian Huan couldn't help but find it amusing; Wang Cong's affected posture instead aroused his interest.

He waved at Feng Mu and ordered: "Feng Mu, go handle Tian Tao's aftermath first."

Only after Feng Mu's figure disappeared at the office door did Qian Huan turn his gaze to Wang Cong, speaking in a flat tone:

"Shi Wuming was sent by the General Company; his reliability is beyond doubt, no need to keep secrets from him. Whatever you have in mind, just say it directly."

Wang Cong then spoke: "Prison Warden, it's like this, I have an idea that's not quite mature, it's like this, the Second Prison's current methods of directly generating revenue from prisoners are a bit crude; we might try..."

At first Qian Huan sat in his chair, pretending to be calm, wanting to hear what Wang Cong could come up with.

But as Wang Cong bit by bit laid out his grand plan, Qian Huan bit by bit sat up straight, leaned forward, his face showing emotion, his breathing becoming rapid.

"... That's basically it. We can let prisoners bring joy to the audience. That way, even if we charge only a negligible viewing fee from each audience member, accumulated, it will be a considerable income."

"Most importantly, if we treat prisoners like pigs, dogs, and livestock to skin and squeeze for oil, the revenue figures will eventually keep shrinking. But conversely, if we use this method instead, that number will only grow like a snowball, bigger and bigger."

"..."

Wang Cong had some talent for words; as he described vividly, a rather magnificent blueprint was slowly outlined before Qian Huan.

Qian Huan stared with wide eyes, his gaze burning as he fixed on Wang Cong; in his pupils, it seemed a mountain of gold and a sea of silver was rushing toward him, toward the Second Prison, toward Tian Guang Capital, ferociously colliding.

A trace of annoyance spread in Qian Huan's heart; he cast a glance at Shi Wuming's back without leaving a trace.

If time could flow backward, he would definitely without hesitation have Shi Wuming stand at the office door, rather than let him eavesdrop secretly inside the door.

Wang Cong suddenly paused, looking suspiciously at Qian Huan; he smelled a trace of faint killing intent from the Prison Warden again, that breath of killing intent drifting like light smoke slowly toward Shi Wuming's direction.

Shi Wuming did not notice, still maintaining a statue-like standing posture, but at this moment his two eyeballs glanced sideways, uncontrollably looking askance at Wang Cong, his pupils flickering with a faint blue light.

Only one thought remained in his mind: "This gourd-carrying prison guard is a devil, right? Otherwise, how could a human come up with such an evil and insane plan?"

Wang Cong didn't care how humans felt; he simply faithfully imitated the tone Feng Mu had used when speaking to him at that time, repeating verbatim this packaged "High Quality Food Cultivation Plan."

So he said: "... The general idea is like this; I call this plan—the Octagonal Cage Beast Arena!"

【Octagonal Cage Beast Arena】 was Feng Mu's original words; 【High Quality Food Cultivation Plan】 was Wang Chong's brand-new understanding of the plan after his death.

What Wang Cong didn't know was that 【Octagonal Cage Beast Arena】 was actually just the prologue of Feng Mu's 【Food Cultivation Plan】, merely his carefully designed first step, intended to cast a brick to attract jade, setting the table for the subsequent more magnificent feast.

Feng Mu had a much grander plan in mind; the reason he didn't lay everything out at once was partly because the market's hardware facilities were not yet mature, insufficient to support his full plan; partly because he worried an overly grand conception would scare off investors and audiences.

A good plan needs to proceed step by step, requiring patience bit by bit.

It's like guiding a child watching a movie for the first time; you can't start by showing him a high-definition uncensored action film, but should first let him watch a veiled drama, gradually cultivating his interest and acceptance.

Whether facing investors or audiences, one needs to patiently cultivate their expectation threshold, increasing bit by bit, while also baiting bit by bit, never feeding them full all at once.

Otherwise, if you really feed them full, there won't be your chopsticks on the table.

As Wang Cong's last word landed, in the office, whether inside or outside the explosion-proof glass, the air seemed to freeze, even breathing sounds paused.

Wang Cong stood frozen in place, a trace of confusion rising in his heart:

"I am now an E Corpse and originally don't need to breathe; the reason I still pretend to breathe is to perform for you living people. But you two living people don't need to breathe either? Could it be..."

(End of Chapter)