Chapter 507: I Shall Grow Wings and Soar

The Second Prison's news conference was proceeding in an orderly fashion.

After Feng Mu finished his concluding remarks, the reporters on site asked no further questions.

The reporters who could attend were all of noble standing, and they knew very well who provided their rice bowls; they would not behave like those undisciplined, unorganized freelance media people and land themselves on the Nine Districts' blacklist of unwelcome figures.

Exactly, I'm talking about you 【Gravehead Old Tree】!

The news conference moved orderly into the next segment; after Feng Mu left his seat, the microphone was handed to Wang Cong.

The following segment was the Second Prison's condolences and compensation to the families of the deceased.

Simply put, every time Wang Cong read out a name, a family member would go on stage, and Prison Warden Qian Huan would shake their hand or embrace them with a face full of grief.

At the same time, he would hand them the prison's urgently customized medals and some material comforts, in front of the camera lens.

In short, the whole process was solemn and warm, reflecting the humanitarian care of the prison management department, full of positive energy.

Finally, Prison Warden Qian Huan, eyes brimming with tears, made a heartfelt apology regarding this Second Prison riot incident.

His voice choked as he admitted that in this incident he had misjudged people and bore inescapable responsibility for serious negligence.

Next, he reflected deeply on management oversights, promising to comprehensively reform the prison system, and under the help and supervision of the Executive Government, such tragedies would never happen again, and so on.

Thus,

the news conference entered its closing stage, with not a single accident throughout, and was about to conclude perfectly.

Qian Huan was no longer needed for the following segment; he had to leave first to wash his face and change clothes, so he could accompany Hou Mi in inspecting the Second Prison later.

The news conference merely pulled the Second Prison out of the mud pit.

The upcoming inspection, and further discussion on advancing the Eight-Cornered Cage Beast Fighting Plan, were the new journey for the Second Prison to soar and take flight.

"Hou Mi, I'll go prepare the relevant matters first," Qian Huan said in a low voice to Hou Wendong for instructions.

Hou Wendong smiled and nodded.

Qian Huan stood up and left the scene, and Shi Wuming followed him dutifully and responsibly.

Before the new security team arrived, he still had to stand his last post.

The cameras on site strictly observed reporting discipline, not giving Qian Huan's early departure a second glance, ensuring the overall order of the press conference.

Feng Mu sat in the chair and did not turn to look at the prison warden's departing back.

Instead, he imperceptibly raised his chin, his gaze sweeping toward the Main Building behind the playground.

The Main Building had a window facing the playground, wiped spotless, and specially thickened, highlighting its difference from other windows.

Qian Huan hurried into the building, first turning to the restroom to splash cold water on his eyes.

"Damn it, too much chili water spilled."

Don't look at how the times are always progressing, but tear-inducing methods have always remained very traditional.

After washing his eyes, Qian Huan stared at the mirror and grinned again:

"Everything goes smoothly; after today, I, Qian Huan, will bring the Second Prison to soar with wings, ahahahaha—"

Shi Wuming stood at the gate, watching Qian Huan laugh to the point of losing composure, but he was no longer surprised by it.

The more dignified the big shots were on stage, the crazier they were behind the scenes; he had seen too many of them.

Qian Huan simply laughing loudly at the mirror was already considered very normal.

Shi Wuming thought that he was about to leave Qian Huan, and he still felt a bit regretful inside:

"Although Qian Huan isn't quite a big shot yet, he already has the momentum to soar; most importantly, he pays very generously, sigh..."

When Qian Huan returned to the office, the two Zone Chiefs of the Heavy Security Zone and the VIP Zone had already been waiting outside the door for a long time.

The two men had gloomy expressions, but upon seeing Qian Huan, they forced out stiff smiles.

"If you can't smile, don't smile; it's uglier than crying."

Qian Huan swept a cold glance over the two, his tone carrying undisguised disgust.

He knew very well what the two had come for.

In fact, he had deliberately left early, also harboring the thought of completely solving these two troubles before Hou Mi's inspection.

"Wait."

Qian Huan walked into the office, sat down on the genuine leather chair, and pressed the control button on the desk.

With the humming sound of machinery operating, explosion-proof glass slowly descended from the ceiling, dividing the entire office into two.

After confirming the safety measures were in place, he then nodded slightly to Shi Wuming.

Shi Wuming pulled open the room door, let the two Zone Chiefs in, and then himself stood by the door.

Qian Huan leaned back in the genuine leather chair, tapping the tabletop with his fingertip: "Sit."

Upon hearing this, the two Zone Chiefs immediately moved to the edge of the sofa, daring to sit only on half their buttocks, their backs straight as a ramrod, completely gone was the perfunctory negligence when Qian Huan was airlifted in.

The situation was stronger than people.

Those who could climb to the position of Zone Chief would ultimately not be too stupid.

Zhao Xing's "accidental death," Zhou Hu's "flight from guilt," one case after another were all striking at their nerves.

If before today they still held a last glimmer of hope, hoping today's press conference could stir up more waves,

but, seeing it was about to end, there wasn't a single accident; instead, the Patrol Bureau issued a cooperative notice, and Hou Mi Wendong even came in person to guide.

These cases piled together undoubtedly released the same signal—this game of chess of the Second Prison, the higher-ups had already finished the match, and the big shots of the prison upper echelons had already conceded defeat.

Conceding defeat isn't scary; what's scary is, which piece is the one conceded?

So the two came before the press conference ended, but actually they were already too late.

Therefore, Qian Huan did not give the two a chance to speak at all.

He reached out and pointed to the tea table in front of the sofa, saying lightly:

"I prepared the documents for the two of you the day before yesterday; I waited left and right, didn't expect you to come only now; fine, then hurry up and sign."

The two men's Adam's apples bobbed, and the pleading words stuck in their throats.

Lowering his head to look, the documents were unmistakably a work handover checklist, with a "Voluntary Resignation Application" pressed on top.

Of the two men, the one on the left had a face ashen as iron, while the one on the right abruptly stood up.

"Prison Warden, this really is……"

The man on the right was furious beyond control, while the man on the left swallowed his anger,

"Prison Warden Qian, the two of us indeed offended you many times before, our attitudes were not respectful enough, that was our fault.

But we have worked in the Second Prison for many years, we still have capability, we guarantee to you that from now on we will certainly follow your lead in everything, and hope you can be magnanimous and give us two another chance."

After the two men finished speaking, Qian Huan let out a cold laugh and said:

"A chance, this is the chance I am giving you two."

The two men's expressions froze in an instant, first dark as charcoal, then pale as paper.

"You two say, as things stand today, if there were a choice, would Zhao Xing want to sign this character, would Zhou Hu want to sign this character, alas, it's just a pity they no longer have this chance.

But you two still do, so you must cherish it well."

Qian Huan slowly stood up, looked towards the window at the press conference about to conclude, and urged impatiently:

"Either sign, or scram. Once you walk out this door, don't say I, Qian Huan, am cold and ruthless, not having given you a chance!"

(End of Chapter)