Chapter 504: I Am Always Consistent Toward My Superior

Inauspicious?

Qian Huan frowned slightly, a trace of displeasure in his heart.

Seeing this, Feng Mu explained unhurriedly:

"Your subordinate just personally experienced a horrific live broadcast yesterday; even now, thinking back on it still feels terrifying, to the extent that I still harbor lingering fear toward live broadcasts, so I spoke nonsense for a moment."

Qian Huan accepted Feng Mu's explanation, but was still somewhat displeased:

"Today is a good day for our Second Prison to wash away our grievances and open a new chapter; what inauspiciousness could there be? It is clearly a day of great good fortune."

Feng Mu, looking as if he had been taught a lesson, withdrew from the office.

Qian Huan shook his head and sighed:

"It is a sharp scalpel, but it still needs more polishing."

Shi Wuming, on the other hand, felt Feng Mu's premonition was accurate; today was indeed not an auspicious day, because he was changing shifts.

"After finishing the handover with the new security team this afternoon, I'll leave, and by the way pack up and take away Feng Mu's little life..."

Shi Wuming gloated in his heart as he calculated.

He had even already thought up how to spend the money exchanged for this medicine person.

At the end of last year, the Group's newly launched "Consciousness Backup" insurance really stirred his heart.

His authorization within the Group allowed him to purchase one at 1.5 times the price on a limited basis; although it was a bit expensive, and it was also a limited-time flash sale.

But he still gritted his teeth and bought it.

The Group earns money, the Group spends it; both the Group and I have bright futures.

Merely buying the "Consciousness Backup" insurance wasn't enough; an upload channel also had to be activated.

To put it in a common analogy, the Consciousness Backup insurance is like a backup computer, you yourself are like a walking hard drive, and the upload channel is like a connecting... data cable.

Fortunately, the data cable wasn't that expensive; it was roughly the price of one medicine person recycling.

Feng Mu left the Warden's Office and went to the scene to take a look.

The news conference scene was set up on the playground; a simple table was erected, with several rows of chairs placed below; overall it looked quite simple.

There was nothing flashy; only some white flowers were used as decoration.

It both highlighted the prison's clean style and implied solemn mourning.

At this moment, cameras had already been set up at the scene, and some prison guards, following Wang Cong's instructions, had lined up on both sides.

When the camera aimed at the center to film, it could just capture the prison guards' heroic bearing.

Wang Cong actually wouldn't do these things.

Revival could not teach him these things; these were all learned by asking his new friends at the TV station.

Wei Guangming was very interested in the Second Prison's "Bajiao Lan" program.

He originally wasn't that interested, only treating it as a task assigned by the Group.

But after staying up all night talking with Wang Cong last night, their intellectual collision sparked intense sparks, and he suddenly felt he and Wang Cong were kindred spirits who met too late.

Wei Guangming this time had eaten the "Martial Arts Joint Examination" blood steamed bun until his mouth was full of oil, and was worrying about what to eat next, when Wang Cong brought the rice right in front of him.

The "Bajiao Lan" program probably couldn't create this time's viewership myth.

But "Bajiao Lan" wasn't just one meal; if this program was done well, it could keep on being eaten.

Why eat one blood steamed bun when you can eat every meal?

Wei Guangming was clearly a smart and enterprising person; hadn't he just sent the two most dazzling star reporters currently at the station?

At this moment, Deng Jia Jia and Tang An were very enthusiastic, treating the Second Prison like their own TV station's home field, and seriously helping out.

Obviously, they had already received some pointers from Station Director regarding Guangming's side, knowing the station would soon cooperate with the Second Prison to launch an entertainment program with potential to go viral.

Although they didn't understand why a prison could be connected to entertainment.

But both of them trusted Station Director Wei Guangming's judgment.

Although Station Director wasn't a good person, his professional ability was indeed top-notch.

Tang An actually hadn't thought so deeply; Deng Jia Jia was different; from time to time she would drift over to Wang Cong's side, smooth her hair, show off her long legs, and interject a few words.

Her mind was more active, her ambition greater; she wanted to be the host of this program.

From reporter to host, isn't the gap too big?

It's just a matter of one word from the Station Director or the financial backer!

Wang Cong probably saw through Deng Jia Jia's thoughts; in the past, he absolutely couldn't resist this kind of woman, and would have fallen at Deng Jia Jia's feet in minutes.

But now...

No matter what tricks Deng Jia Jia used, he couldn't get it up.

Of course, Wang Cong didn't dislike Deng Jia Jia; on the contrary, he appreciated Deng Jia Jia.

He liked people who wrote ambition on their faces; he felt such people could better help Feng Mu progress in the future, and were more easily conquered by Feng Mu's charm.

Feng Mu glanced at Wang Cong, without any intention of going over to talk; Wang Cong also didn't come over.

Deng Jia Jia was a meticulous woman; she read something from the gazes of the people around, but didn't ask more, instead silently remembering it in her heart.

"Wang Cong seems to be on bad terms with that person, but the awe in the prison guards' gazes toward that person cannot be hidden; even feeling more fearful than looking at the Prison Warden?"

A trace of curiosity arose in Deng Jia Jia's heart.

Feng Mu noticed Deng Jia Jia's peeping gaze, and politely smiled at her; the smile was refined and harmless.

Deng Jia Jia thought this was her first time seeing Feng Mu, little knowing this was actually their second encounter.

"Minister, Hou Mi has arrived."

Liu Yi quickly walked to Feng Mu's side and whispered a reminder.

Feng Mu nodded, turned around, and walked out.

At the same time, Prison Warden Qian Huan also quickly walked down from upstairs; only then did Feng Mu and Wang Cong, who had originally kept their distance, adjust their steps and stand side by side, one on the left and one on the right, following behind Qian Huan.

"Welcome, Hou Mi, for taking time out of your busy schedule to come to the Second Prison to guide our work."

Qian Huan hurried forward in large strides, the smile piled on his face even warmer than if he were seeing his own parents:

"Hou Mi, with your myriad daily duties, you still personally came to the Second Prison to guide our work — it truly brings glory to our humble abode!"

Hou Wendong shook hands with Qian Huan, then said a couple of casual words, stepped past Qian Huan, and extended his palm toward Feng Mu.

"I heard from Gong Qi and Guan Zhong — the two of them saved me yesterday, and half the credit for that goes to you."

This was not the first time Hou Wendong had seen Feng Mu following behind Qian Huan, but it was the first time he took the initiative to shake Feng Mu's hand.

"Not at all. This is the fate they formed with Hou Mi in the midst of blood and fire, and it is also because Hou Mi you are blessed by heaven; I dare not claim credit."

Feng Mu wore a face full of modesty, but in his heart he murmured:

"Not just once. Strictly speaking, you have been saved by my subordinates twice."

Hou Wendong did not know that the "circle of life-saving friends" for the rest of his life had already been secretly contracted out by Feng Mu; otherwise, he would certainly be even more grateful to Feng Mu.

Hou Wendong was very satisfied with Feng Mu's answer and was about to say something more, but was timely cut off by Qian Huan:

"Hou Mi, please sit this way!"

Qian Huan walked in the very front leading the way, his back molars unconsciously clamping a bit tighter, and in his heart he felt a touch of dissatisfaction toward Feng Mu.

When in danger, he hoped his subordinates would be outstanding, able to be pushed out to hold their own and help him tide over the crisis;

but once the danger began to ebb, he would grow wary of subordinates being too outstanding, snatching his limelight.

When it comes down to it, Qian Huan's desire for control is still too strong.

Feng Mu keenly captured the low pressure emanating from ahead, yet his expression remained undisturbed.

What a coincidence — just like Qian Huan, his desire for control is also very strong.

And unlike Qian Huan's wavering thoughts, his expectations of his superior have always been consistent, never changing in the slightest...

(End of Chapter)