Chapter 207: Packaging Prisoners Into Commodities, a Madman’s Fantasy

That night, time seemed to stretch, becoming particularly long and meaningful, filled with an indescribable sense of fulfillment.

The door of the incinerator opened and closed frequently, like a greedy bloody mouth, greedily enjoying this gluttonous feast one bite after another.

Every time the door opened and closed, it seemed to be biting ruthlessly, swallowing the fresh ingredients processed from blood and flesh into the abyss of the stomach that seemed to never be filled.

As the corpses were devoured one by one, Feng Mu also reached a consensus with waves of prisoners, and his profound thoughts quietly planted seeds in the hearts of these prisoners.

Under the witness of the burning corpses, everything seemed bright and sacred. Feng Mu's guidance, like the shadows cast by the flames, guided these prisoners to find a way forward of hope and vitality.

Time gradually came to dawn.

After teaching the last wave of prisoners tonight, Wang Cong stared at Feng Mu with bloodshot eyes, excited and tired.

He said excitedly: "Feng Mu, we did it, these prisoners are willing to cooperate with us."

Feng Mu said calmly: "They are not cooperating with you and me, they just mistakenly regard us as a life-saving straw and are desperately trying to save themselves."

Wang Cong nodded repeatedly, and then asked nervously: "But can they really hold on? The prison guards' electric batons are much harder than bones."

Feng Mu's eyes were deep, and he said lightly: "Don't worry, the prison guards are just oppression from the outside. Although they are fierce, the electric batons can only hit one person at a time, and the collective behavior of the prisoners is It is internal supervision, with countless eyes and hands that can tear a person into pieces in an instant. "

Feng Mu habitually touched his forehead with his fingernails: "No matter how fierce the external oppression is, it can never compare to the brutality and madness of their collective. After all, the prisoners are always the ones who know the prisoners best, and the most brutal ones often come from their own people. "

Wang Cong couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He savored the absolute coldness revealed in Feng Mu's words, and felt a chill in his heart, but still nodded in agreement.

Feng Mu didn't actually tell Wang Cong everything here. The reason why he was so sure, in addition to the above judgment based on human nature, was because he had a hidden insurance, but there was no need to tell Wang Cong about it.

Wang Cong licked his cracked lips and asked hesitantly:

"Then, we can continue tonight. Well, it seems that the first step will be completed smoothly soon. Then the second step, how can I get more money from the prisoners?"

Feng Mu looked at Wang Cong like a fool: "You can't collect money from the prisoners. We just reached an agreement with them. Now you go back on your word and the whole plan is ruined."

Wang Cong was stunned, frowning, and asked in confusion: "If I don't collect money from the prisoners, how can I complete my performance?"

Feng Mu looked at Wang Cong meaningfully, and it was intriguing: "The warden wants to collect money, but he has never stipulated that the money must be collected from the prisoners. It has always been your own vision that is too limited."

Wang Cong's brain crashed, and his eyes were full of question marks: "If the prison guards don't collect money from the prisoners, who else can they collect money from?"

Feng Mu's eyes flickered with a dark light. He had laid so much groundwork before, and the purpose of training and reforming Wang Cong was this.

"The first stage of transformation is complete. Now, it's time to tell Wang Cong some of the preliminary plans and cultivate his mentality and ability to take charge of the project." Feng Mu thought to himself.

He controlled the micro-plastic surgery of the facial bones under his cheeks and carefully sculpted his micro-expressions, making the whole person reveal an unprecedented excitement and enthusiasm.

"For a long time, the management method of prisons has been to treat prisoners as livestock to be slaughtered. On the one hand, they are driven to work hard to produce a little insignificant profit, and on the other hand, they are staring at the fat on their bodies and trying hard to scrape the fat."

"I'm not saying that this method is not good, but it is too inefficient and too old-fashioned in concept. It has long been out of step with the times."

"The last-place elimination system proposed by the warden this time is a bit novel. It can create a huge profit in the short term, but it lacks sustainability in the long run. It is still a way of killing the chicken to get the eggs and exhausting the pond to catch fish."

"These methods cannot fully tap the potential of the treasure of prison. Every time I see these precious prisoners being tortured to death like cheap pigs and dogs, my conscience hurts and I can't sleep all night."

Wang Cong's mouth opened into a round shape in surprise. He was frightened by Feng Mu's shocking words.

He originally thought that what Feng Mu said to the prisoners, such as the future prison reform, was just a pie in the sky, but Feng Mu seemed to be serious.

Wang Cong's teeth were trembling: "No, Feng Mu, are you serious?"

Feng Mu nodded solemnly, his eyes seemed to be flowing with hot magma, and he said:

"If you only focus on the prisoners and only regard them as livestock, even if you slaughter them and sell them for meat, how much money can you get back?"

"But, if you package them all as scarce commodities, give them all kinds of labels, and show them to the thousands of times more customers outside the prison, even if you only take a little from each of their wallets each time, it will create ten times or a hundred times the profit for the prison."

"The most important thing is that the executive government cannot send prisoners to the second prison in an endless stream, but the customers outside the prison are real and can grow sustainably."

Wang Cong listened with a confused look. Although he did not fully understand Feng Mu's thinking, he had to admit that Feng Mu's words contained a convincing power, and the future he outlined in his words was indeed very tempting.

Wang Cong was attracted by the money prospects described by Feng Mu. He held his breath and asked: "So, how do you plan to package the prisoners into commodities, and who do you plan to sell them to?"

Feng Mu's mouth was cracked to reveal his white teeth. He lowered his voice and whispered in Wang Cong's ear; "This way, this way, and this way again, what do you think?"

Like the devil's whisper, Wang Cong's scalp began to numb, his eyes were round and almost jumped out of his eye sockets, looking at Feng Mu, it was as if he was watching a devil descending on the earth.

There was no other reason, it was really that every word in the plan proposed by Feng Mu was filled with crazy fantasies.

It was really creepy, but also very bewitching, so Wang Cong didn't dare to cover his ears at all. Those sound characters were like magic, rushing into his eardrums one after another, and then imprinted in his brain.

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