Chapter 328: If You Want to Stay at the Table, You Must Let People Eat

Answers derived from one's own insight are always the most convincing.

Because he himself was pitch black, he wanted to dye everyone else black too; after all, when everyone was uniformly black, who would still need to wash themselves white?

Qian Huan felt Wang Cong's line of thinking was very constructive, unaware that the "dyeing black" Wang Cong spoke of and the "dyeing black" Qian Huan understood actually differed by a tiny bit.

Inside the VVIP Hu Li Bing Fang.

Ma Bin pulled over a chair and sat beside Hou Wendong; the two were chatting idly, and the atmosphere grew increasingly harmonious.

One was calculating and meticulously designed, valuing loyalty above all; the other was full of gratitude, opening his heart, a survivor of disaster; the invisible 【Qin Guan Zhi Shu】 above their two heads was skyrocketing in a straight line.

When Qian Huan brought Wang Cong in, this was the scene he saw.

This was the first time the four of them met collectively; on the surface, all four were completely independent individuals with their own thoughts and positions, but in reality, the dark threads of fate had quietly bound three of them into a single line.

Four people in one room, only one was an outsider, and he was completely oblivious.

Qian Huan quickly walked to the hospital bed, and while he was inquiring after Hou Wendong's health.

Wang Cong and Ma Bin exchanged a forced smile; strangely, at this moment, a similar feeling strangely surged in both their hearts:

"I seem to smell a very familiar scent from him; this person's heart is as black as mine!"

After chatting with Qian Huan for a while, Hou Wendong said unhurriedly:

"It was agreed that I would go to the Second Prison for inspection next week; I didn't expect that I haven't even been discharged yet, and you've come to see me."

Hearing this, Qian Huan sighed, not feeling embarrassed, and smoothly took over the conversation, stating his purpose:

"I've made Hou Mi look like a joke; I really didn't expect there to be so many bad people in the Second Prison; I underestimated how ruthless these people are!"

Hou Wendong narrowed his eyes slightly; he could guess eight or nine tenths of Qian Huan's intention in his heart, he just didn't know how much more flesh Qian Huan was willing to cut for this.

He said: "Warden Qian, your current situation is not good; before you came, I just spoke on the phone with Councilor Wang Yiyuan."

Qian Huan hurriedly asked: "What did Councilor Wang Yiyuan say?"

Hou Wendong glanced at Ma Bin, the latter handed him a water cup; he took a light sip, and said in a drawn-out tone while maintaining his posture:

"Councilor Wang Yiyuan said nothing at all."

In the officialdom, when a leader does not express an attitude toward a matter, that in itself is an attitude.

Qian Huan's heart first skipped a beat, then he breathed a sigh of relief; he silently cursed "old fox" in his heart, but on the surface he put on a look of humble inquiry and said sincerely:

"I hope Hou Mi will not withhold your guidance."

Hou Wendong looked deeply at Qian Huan; two seconds later, he sighed and spoke:

"Warden Qian, you have an admirable Mother. Precisely because of this, this matter has not yet become a complete dead end.

The road ahead depends on your choice; if you are willing to give up the position of Prison Warden, Councilor Wang Yiyuan is willing to vouch for you, and you can go home to continue enjoying the life of a rich young master.

But if you insist..."

Qian Huan didn't let Hou Wendong finish before interrupting: "I want to continue the 【Eight-Cage Beast Fighting Plan】!"

Only then did a smile appear on Hou Wendong's face: "Good, commendable courage; since you have the determination to break the cauldrons and sink the boats, then every single thing I say next, you must do exactly as such..."

Hou Wendong paused, promising on behalf of Councilor Wang Yiyuan:

"Only then can an opportunity be created, an opportunity for Councilor Wang Yiyuan to naturally take his place, to clear away the thorns and obstacles blocking your path."

Qian Huan listened with his heart pounding; he was not one of those foolish commoners outside.

Having been influenced since childhood, he deeply understood one truth: that this world has no free lunch; the more beautiful the future promised by big shots, the more they will take from you.

It could be your flesh and blood or bones, or it could be your heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys; their promises are also the sound of them sharpening their knives.

It's just that big shots pay attention to dining etiquette, and even more to the art of speaking; their posture when picking up knife and fork will be disguised as more elegant.

Qian Huan wanted to refuse, but he understood clearly that big shots don't speak lightly; once they open their mouths, it means the current situation does not allow you to refuse.

If you want to keep staying at the Table, you must smile, cater to them, and even actively help them cut your own flesh and lay it out for them to pick and choose; otherwise, there may be no place for you at the table, and your place will be replaced by another ambitious person.

This is the rule of "man eats man"; the big shots got where they are this way too.

So, cheer up; at least you can still stay at the Table, which means you still have a chance to eat others.

Qian Huan was angry in his heart, but on his face he showed a look of gratitude and said:

"Please give your orders, Hou Mi."

Hou Wendong had actually lied; Councilor Wang Yiyuan's phone call was not that he said nothing at all; on the contrary, Councilor Wang Yiyuan was grinning from ear to ear on the phone.

A prison riot was a disaster for Qian Huan, but for others, it might not be.

The others involved included both Qian Huan's enemies and the "allies" he had recruited, and even his subordinates...

One hour later.

Qian Huan left the Hospital; when he left, his whole body was unsteady on his feet, and his legs trembled as he walked; Wang Cong followed behind in silence.

Returning to the Car, Wang Cong gripped the Steering Wheel tightly with both hands, while Shi Wuming sat quietly in the Fu Jia seat; both captured Qian Huan's distorted, agonized face through the Rearview Mirror.

Qian Huan's hand pressed tightly against his Chest, as if an invisible Knife were sawing at his heart there.

After a long Silence, he slowly extended his trembling hand, took out his Phone Call from his Pocket, and dialed his Mother's number.

"Mom, Hou Mi agreed to help me, but he..."

"Speak, what does he want?"

"Restructure a new Company; Tian Guang Capital will transfer all the equity of the Second Prison to this new Company's name. Then, Tian Guang Capital's share in the new Company will still remain at 49%."

Tian Guang Capital originally held 49% of the Second Prison's shares; after this adjustment, it looked like the share ratio hadn't changed on the surface, but in reality, Tian Guang Capital's equity had effectively been diluted by half.

This is a simple math problem.

The other end of the Phone Call did not fall into long Silence, and the voice was much calmer than Qian Huan had thought.

"Did you agree?"

"Mom, I'm sorry, I agreed."

Listening to her son's trembling and suppressed voice, Li Hanyu stood in the Restroom; her slightly red eyes were reflected in the Mirror; her voice, calm yet carrying strength:

"No need to apologize, you did very well!"

Qian Huan's voice on the phone was utterly shocked: "Ah?"

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