Chapter 280: Cooperation Prototype

Wang Xinfa spoke casually, but Hou Wendong listened very carefully. Without a notebook or pen at hand, he could only commit Wang Yiyuan's instructions to memory, word by word, in his heart.

"……The resistance from the Prison System side is still quite strong. Anyway, you need to help Qian Huan successfully take control of the entire Second Prison. He mentioned a new plan concept to me last night."

"Young people's ideas are very bold and full of drive. I'll have Qian Huan explain the specific content to you later. In principle, I think the plan he proposed is feasible to some extent, but implementing it on the ground will inevitably involve obstacles from all sides, and you still need to help Qian Huan control and adjust it……"

Li Hanyu wiped her tears and interjected at just the right moment:

"Yes, Hou Mi still needs to help out. Otherwise, with Qian Huan alone, I really am afraid—afraid he'll follow in Qian Tong's footsteps. I only have this one son left. Waa waa waa……"

Wang Xinfa sighed deeply and patted Li Hanyu's shoulder:

"Rest assured, Hou Mi will keep an eye on things throughout. The Prison System side has already received a warning from the Executive Government. At least, Qian Huan's safety can be guaranteed."

Hou Wendong watched the scene before him, doubts springing up in his heart. He didn't understand others, but Wang Yiyuan Xinfa—he understood him all too well.

"When did this woman Li Hanyu's relationship with the councilor become so close?" Hou Wendong made a judgment in his heart.

Hou Wendong withdrew his gaze without changing expression, quietly raising Li Hanyu's "ranking" several levels in his heart, while recalling relevant information about Li Hanyu in his mind.

He had dealt many times with Tian Guang Capital before, mainly contacting Qian Tong, and his contact with Li Hanyu was relatively limited. However, he always acted rigorously and had privately sent people to investigate Li Hanyu's background.

Hou Wendong remembered that Li Hanyu was the second-largest shareholder of Tian Guang Capital, and together with Qian Tong they held absolute controlling power over the company.

Their relationship included both the bond of brothers-in-law and sister-in-law, and the affection between older sister and younger brother. In short, the kinship between them was very complex and quite difficult to clarify.

Furthermore, Qian Huan was Li Hanyu's son, and as for his father, although it should be so on the surface, actually…..

The knocking sound of dong dong dong interrupted Hou Wendong's memories.

Speak of Qian Huan, and Qian Huan arrived.

Dressed in a black suit with a white flower pinned to his chest, he walked in from outside with a sorrowful expression.

After greeting Mother and Wang Yiyuan, he walked to Hou Wendong's bedside and greeted him politely:

"Hou Mi escaping from danger is truly a cause for joy."

Hou Wendong had met Qian Huan a few times before. Hearing his greeting, he smiled politely in return: "Thank you for your concern. Regarding your uncle's passing, I deeply mourn him. Please accept my condolences."

For some reason, Hou Wendong found the two words "accept my condolences" particularly taboo at this moment. As soon as he said them, he felt an inexplicable bitterness in his heart.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the inexplicable irritation in his heart.

His gaze involuntarily moved away from Qian Huan and turned toward the two figures standing straight at the gate.

One had a cold expression, and his glancing eyes gave people a strange feeling as if their entire skeleton was being seen through;

the other had a gentle expression, with dark, calm eyes that made people feel comfortable and close.

When Hou Wendong's gaze shifted over, Feng Mu noticed it. He merely glanced at the corner of his eye, completing an exchange of gazes with Hou Wendong.

No dialogue throughout, a touch and withdrawal, plain and unremarkable.

"Does the Prison Warden need bodyguards when going out now? Qian Huan's situation seems far more dangerous than Wang Yiyuan described. Hmm, looking at it this way, Qian Tong's death might not have been an accident either."

Hou Wendong gently withdrew his gaze. Though his mind was in turmoil, his face showed no emotion. As a professional secretary, he knew his limits. Since Wang Yiyuan hadn't said more, he wouldn't speak out of turn to pursue the matter.

Of course, whether to quietly launch an investigation in private was another matter, requiring careful analysis and judgment based on the specific situation.

The key to being a secretary and living long is this: on the surface, know as little as possible about the leader's secrets, but in private, it's best to know a bit more than the leader thinks.

Otherwise, why in so many film and television works do we always see subordinates, when arrested, properly keeping black account books recording their own criminal evidence in hand?

Don't they all know that such things are equivalent to evidence of guilt and should be destroyed early to avoid future trouble?

Are they all collectively stupid and dim-witted? On the contrary, they are just too smart.

The adult world doesn't go straight to the point at the outset; instead, it puts on an act and exchanges pleasantries.

Just as Qian Huan and Hou Wendong took the opportunity to deepen their emotional exchange, Wang Yiyuan Xinfa and Li Hanyu tacitly withdrew from the ward, and the female nurse was also driven out together.

The following conversation was not suitable for a nurse to be present and overhear.

The ward door was closed, and the room fell into silence.

Qian Huan slowly sat down on the chair, organized his words, and began to slowly say:

"Hou Mi, it's like this. The resistance to the equity reform in the Second Prison is still very great. For this, I've thought of a more effective revenue-generating plan, hoping to use it to completely bypass the Prison System and gain the support of the Executive Government."

He paused briefly, organized his thoughts, and continued:

"My plan is mainly divided into two parts: inside the prison and outside the prison. For the part inside the prison, I can control it myself. But for the part outside the prison, I am powerless. I still need Hou Mi to preside over the work……"

Hou Wendong maintained an attentive listening posture, politely interrupted, and asked curiously: "Then, Warden Qian, what is your specific plan?"

Qian Huan straightened his sitting posture, took a deep breath, and replied: "I call this plan—the Octagonal Cage Beast Arena. Specifically, it's like this……"

Under the traditional art of workplace reporting, a subordinate's plan is my plan.

All work results produced by a subordinate during work hours and within the work area legally belong entirely to the leader. No problem.

This is also the reason Qian Huan brought Feng Mu to the hospital today instead of Wang Cong.

In the past, Wang Cong had wanted to treat Feng Mu this way, but now Qian Huan treated Wang Cong in the same way. Between them, a silent tacit understanding and cycle seemed to have formed.

In the workplace, everyone plays similar roles. Only Feng Mu is different; he is always willing to selflessly accommodate them.

Inside the gate, a low-voiced secret conversation was quietly taking place.

Outside the gate, Shi Wuming and Feng Mu stood facing each other like two sculptures, their postures like frozen images.

Shi Wuming lowered his eyelids slightly. In his crystal-clear, utterly pure eye, was reflected Feng Mu's somberly pale bone-posture outline.

Feng Mu stood with a gentle expression, suddenly broke the silence, and asked extremely politely a sentence that made Shi Wuming's heart jump:

"The night before last, on my way home, I met a strange friend. We talked very happily. He enthusiastically shared some knowledge about Modified Humans with me, and I benefited greatly. When we parted, he even gave me a special gift. By the way, his name is Cheng Gao. Do you know him?"

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