Chapter 249: Weakness Due to Repeated Armor? ! !
"Our mediocre second prisoner cannot allow such an awesome person to exist." The moment Feng Mu lowered his head, there was a strange red line in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant.
Qian Huan ended the call. Through the thick layer of explosion-proof glass, he stared at Feng Mu quietly for a moment, and then slowly spoke, speaking at a leisurely pace:
"Feng Mu, it's been a week since you came to work in the second prison. How are you doing? What are your feelings? Are you still getting used to it?"
Feng Mu raised his head and met Qian Huan's warm gaze. This gaze was very different from the indifference he showed when he first met him. He quickly stood up and responded with a polite and respectful posture:
"I would like to report to the warden, although I am new here, the impression given to me by the second prison is very warm. The prisoners are willing to listen to my reasoning, my colleagues are approachable, and my direct superiors also care about me. I feel like home here. of warmth.”
"???" Qian Huan's expression immediately became unbearable.
Co-author, you call the prisoners who sneak up on you and kill you because they want you to listen to your reasoning; the colleagues who stab you in the back call you approachable; the boss designed you to understand that you are caring, right?
Qian Huan looked at Feng Mu's serious expression and felt quite speechless: "If I didn't know what you have been through, I would have almost been deceived by your nonsense."
Since Feng Mu's answer didn't follow the routine, Qian Huan could only swallow the greetings he had prepared in advance back into his throat.
Qian Huan thought for a moment, decided to skip the false politeness, and asked meaningfully:
"So do you think the environment in the second prison is really okay?"
Feng Mu shook his head and said slowly: "No."
He paused and sighed deeply, with a trace of compassion in his tone:
"The nature of this job is indeed a bit high-risk. This morning, my captain couldn't bear the pressure and committed suicide."
He continued: "Furthermore, I seem to have heard that my division chief seemed to be in trouble last night. He seemed to have run away from home and went to look for his nephew. He is still out of touch."
A trace of nostalgia flashed in Feng Mu's eyes, and he concluded in a low voice:
"They are all very good people. Alas, how could such a misfortune happen? After I heard the bad news, I felt really sad."
"Do you think one of your two superiors committed suicide and the other ran away from home?" Qian Huan's eyes twitched involuntarily.
Feng Mu looked extremely serious:
"Otherwise? They can't be harmed by bad guys, right? One night, our second supervisor killed two managers in a row. The impact of this spread on the company is too bad.
Anyway, I never believe that such a vicious incident would happen in the Second Prison under the wise management of the warden. "
Qian Huan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly felt that Feng Mu's words made sense.
He looked at Feng Mu thoughtfully, then smiled and said:
"You are right. There are no bad people in our second prison. Anyone who wants to make a fuss about these two things is framed and pouring dirty water on our second prison. As the warden, I will never allow this. Something happened."
Feng Mu immediately stood up straighter and expressed his stance righteously:
"Yes, I firmly believe in the wisdom of the warden. Although I am a humble person, if someone makes a fuss about this and attacks the warden, I will definitely stand up and never be that silent coward."
In the conversation between the two, there was not a single word asking "Is the murderer you?", but it seemed that overtly or covertly, every punctuation mark between the lines was acknowledging the premise of this conversation, and thus starting a tacit deal.
The translation summary is:
I can "take the blame" for you and protect you; I am willing to be the "knife" in your hand to point out who to kill!
This is the art of a wise man's speaking, which can only be understood but not stated clearly.
Shi Wuming stood in the corner like an invisible man. He listened to the conversation between the two, as if he had eavesdropped on a conversation. He seemed to have overheard something, but also seemed to have heard nothing.
He felt that the world was full of malice towards simple people, and could only sigh silently in his heart:
"Another two silver coins. Hey, a brainless person like me is only suitable to be a bodyguard, blocking knives or bullets for them."
After a conversation, Qian Huan did not achieve his goal of completely controlling Feng Mu. Feng Mu acted smarter and more shameless than he expected. As the warden, it was difficult for him to say the high-sounding words Feng Mu said.
Although Qian Huan is not completely satisfied, he still thinks it's okay. The key is that the bodyguards sent to him by his mother Li Hanyu have given him more confidence in his actions and can handle things more easily.
Although Shi Wuming was only responsible for protecting his safety, he would not completely obey his orders and kill people for him.
He had to slowly conquer and control the murderous knife.
However, with a layer of armor on his body, his mentality naturally changed.
This layer of armor is not only a guarantee of personal safety brought by Shi Wuming, but more importantly, Shi Wuming's arrival itself symbolizes the signal that Guangming Group will support him in the end.
Even if this fate is watery, who can figure out the depth of the water without filling one or two lives in it? The key is that there are smart people in the prison system, and no one should be willing to use his life to help everyone. Test the depth.
In short, Qian Huan felt that he had survived the most dangerous period, and he had initially secured his position as warden.
Next, he can calm down his crazy rhythm and do things beautifully slowly, without making it too bloody.
Let everything return to the rules on the poker table.
Qian Huan's mind was spinning, thinking about the development that was most beneficial to him, and at the same time he said to Feng Mu:
"After all, there are two people missing. The second prison is a little panicked now. As the warden, I still have an unshirkable responsibility."
Feng Mu didn't say anything this time.
Qian Huan pulled out an envelope from the drawer and stretched out the narrow opening of the explosion-proof wall:
"What a coincidence. The two younger ones are your direct superiors. Let's not mention the missing one for now. Tian Tao also has an orphan and a widowed mother in his family. In this case, you can replace our second prisoner on my behalf to express condolences and care. Just give it a try.”
Feng Mu took the envelope with both hands, admiring Qian Huan's humanity that shone like his own.
He said: "The warden is kind, but how can we only ask the warden to provide this money? I think we should start a fundraiser and ask every prison guard in the second prison to donate a little."
Qian Huan also saw the brilliance of humanity shining in Feng Mu. He expressed sympathy and said, "Okay, you can do this."
How can a good deed remain unknown? Only when it is known to everyone can it lead people to do good!
Qian Huan smiled and said: "I hope that through fundraising, the turmoil in these two incidents can be calmed down as soon as possible, so that everything in the second prison can get back on track."
Feng Mu understood the hint in Qian Huan's words, and he read the "peace" in Qian Huan's words.
Feng Mu didn't like this kind of "peace" very much. He felt that a person should walk all the way to the end. Since he had gone crazy and flipped the table, how could he give up halfway, put down the butcher's knife, and turn around?
"Sure enough, once a person puts on armor, his heart becomes weak. I have to give the warden some motivation to work hard."
Feng Mu thought this in his heart, and his expression was submissive:
"I believe that under the wise leadership of the warden, the second prison will be able to quickly get back on track and get on the right track!"