Chapter 206: Feng Mu, the Mentor Who Guides the Lost

This "performance" was not rehearsed.

So, this was also the first time that Wang Cong heard this soul-stirring theory of salvation.

At first, he felt a chill, and cold sweat slid down his spine, but then he was deeply attracted by Feng Mu's profound thoughts and was convinced by it.

The prisoners around him also felt a chill at first, but soon, they looked at each other, their eyes revealed recognition, and they had to admit the truth in Feng Mu's words.

Although those words sounded cold and ruthless, like a cold blade cutting the skin, the compassion contained in them was sharp and revealed a wisdom that could save most people.

Such remarks, if in the previous life, might cause controversy, doubt and criticism.

However, in this world that divides the upper and lower cities into two and implements the [All Human Resource Control Circulation Policy], the ideas expressed by Feng Mu have actually been subtly rooted in the minds of most people.

Moreover, this kind of thought has been multiplying and growing on this land. After 200 years of dissemination and edification, it has become the criterion and truth believed by most people.

It is not worth arguing about the sacrifice of a few people in exchange for the interests of the majority. What needs to be argued is who should be the sacrificed minority.

The prisoners collectively fell into deep thought, and then looked at Feng Mu and asked: "Is it enough to just hold on a few times?"

Feng Mu said firmly: "Of course, if coercion does not bring about surrender, if killing does not bring money, naturally someone will report it to the higher authorities and stop this loss-making business."

Prisoners: "Who, who will report it?"

Wang Cong got a hint from Feng Mu's eyes, slowly stepped forward, walked in front of Feng Mu, faced the prisoners, took a deep breath and said: "I, I will report to the higher authorities to stop this unreasonable charging system."

The prisoners looked at each other, did not speak, but the suspicion in their eyes was beyond words.

That look seemed to express silently - you, an insignificant prison guard, a prison guard who was bullied by his colleagues, what qualifications do you have to challenge the rules set by the prison's upper echelons?

Wang Cong's eyes twitched, and anger rose in his heart. It was fine to be bullied and suppressed by his colleagues, but now even some damn prisoners dared to look down on him?

Is it that his electric baton can't smash their bones?

Wang Cong stared at his bloodshot eyes and said hoarsely: "Yes, it's me. I won't always be a prison guard. I will climb up soon and climb to a high enough position to talk to the top."

Feng Mu stood up for Wang Cong at the right time and said: "Wang Cong has been collecting evidence materials of various unreasonable things in the prison. He has been suppressed and excluded in the prison for this reason. In the final analysis, his current situation is because he sympathizes with you. He is a good prison guard."

The prisoner was stunned and looked at Wang Cong doubtfully, but his eyes softened unconsciously.

Before this, Wang Cong had never realized that there was such a noble motive behind the suppression he suffered, but at this moment he immediately understood Feng Mu's intention, and he straightened his back and chest involuntarily.

Feng Mu continued to add: "Prison guard Wang Cong, he is indeed determined and capable of ending the unreasonable charging system of the Second Prison. The only thing he lacks is the opportunity to talk to the higher-ups, and now his chance has come."

The prisoners wanted to ask more questions, but Feng Mu's face was slightly cold: "Don't ask more, just be obedient, and hold on for a while, and the remaining problems will naturally be solved."

The prisoners hesitated to speak.

Feng Mu was only gentle on the surface, but in fact his tone was extremely tough: "Search the entire Second Prison, except for prison guard Wang Cong and me, there will be no third person who cares about your life or death, so you have to figure it out. If you want to save yourself and live, you have to cooperate and be obedient."

The prisoners didn't dare to ask any more questions. They looked at Wang Cong and could only grit their teeth and choose to believe first. After all, they only had this life-saving straw.

"Then how long will we hold on?" One of the prisoners couldn't help asking.

"Don't worry, it won't be long."

Feng Mu did not give a specific time, but promised in a firm tone:

"Soon, you will witness the fastest promotion speed in the history of the Second Prison, soaring like a rocket. The entire Second Prison system will undergo earth-shaking changes because of him."

The prisoners understood Feng Mu's implication, and their eyes were all focused on Wang Cong.

Wang Cong was inspired by Feng Mu's words, and a surge of blood surged in his chest. His eyes flashed with a firm light, sweeping over each prisoner one by one.

"Sure enough, ambition will temporarily make people forget fear and catalyze a man's rapid growth and transformation."

Feng Mu stood behind Wang Cong, looking at the latter's straight back, and was very satisfied. He understood that the first stage of Wang Cong's transformation and training was basically completed.

Next, Wang Cong began to gradually enter the state and role, with less fatigue and irritability on his face, and more excitement and gentleness.

Moreover, Wang Cong took the initiative to replace Feng Mu, commanding the prisoners to carry the bodies to the incinerator for incineration, and would communicate with the prisoners from time to time.

Although he was far from being as gentle and natural as Feng Mu, in terms of friendliness, he was already stronger than all the other prison guards in the second prison.

In the incinerator, the prisoners lifted the bodies and threw them into the furnace, mechanically throwing them into the blazing furnace. As the hatch slowly closed, everything fell silent.

At this time, the prison boss who was carrying the body suddenly asked in a low voice: "Prison Guard Feng, Prison Guard Wang, I have another question. What if someone is afraid or pays the prison guard? How can we stop this situation?"

Wang Cong did not speak. He was also thinking about this question, but he could not come up with an answer for the time being. He could only look at Feng Mu for help.

Unconsciously, Feng Mu has become the backbone of Wang Cong.

Feng Mu was silent for three seconds and replied: "The first time can never be stopped. You can only stop the second time."

The prison boss asked: "How to stop the second time?"

There are 8 to 10 prisoners in a cell at the end of the month, and there are only 4 prisoners who come to carry the body now, including the prison boss. These 4 people are not randomly selected by Feng Mu, but he deliberately picked them out. They are the ones with the toughest bones in his small notebook and verbal observations.

He was just waiting for them to ask this question, and he had already prepared the answer in his heart.

Feng Mu, like a life mentor guiding lost lambs, calmly explained to them:

"If a group wants to survive in difficult situations, unity is indispensable. The more dangerous the situation is, the more close unity is needed. For those behaviors that destroy unity, we must give equal punishment."

The prison boss and the prisoners fell into deep thought.

Then, Feng Mu patted the prison boss's shoulder, glanced at the other prisoners, and said calmly and firmly:

"Remember, the first example is always the most powerful example. The power of example is infinite, and it can inspire those who come after to face difficulties together."

The prison boss and several prisoners felt the scorching heat in the air, but they only felt that the blood in their bodies, from head to toe, seemed to be solidified in an instant.

They swallowed their saliva and looked at each other, and saw their panicked, stiff, but gloomy and pale faces in each other's eyes.

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