Chapter 250 The Idealistic Knife Upholds the Righteous Path

Qian Huan was very satisfied with Feng Mu's knowledge and interest. A knife is a good knife if it can understand the "master"'s words.

As everyone knows, the "right path" that Feng Mu understands is not the same as the "right path" that Qian Huan understands.

After all, in the eyes of Daozi, weakness is the original sin. If the "master" doesn't want to be stained with blood, he will go astray.

As a knife, he has the obligation to bring order to the chaos and help his master realize his self-worth better, faster and stronger.

There is no way, Feng Mu has a strong sense of moral obligation. He is not only a good knife, but also a knife with ideals that can make the "master" better together.

Feng Mu smiled kindly, glanced faintly at the word "explosion-proof" watermarked on the explosion-proof glass, and glanced at Shi Wuming vaguely from the corner of his eye. A plan to help kill two birds with one stone gradually grew in his heart.

Qian Huan looked at Feng Mu with more and more satisfaction. He smiled and said:

"Tian Tao committed suicide and Chang Wei ran away from home. Their positions are both vacant. Who do you think is better to fill their vacancies?"

When your leader asks you about personnel issues, you must not naively think that the leader is really asking you, unless you are holding a knife to the leader's neck at this moment.

Feng Mu lowered his head obediently and replied calmly:

"I think there is no distinction between high and low positions, it's just a difference in division of labor. No matter who the warden appoints to take over their positions, I will obey them with all my heart and cooperate with the other person's work."

Qian Huan took a deep look at Feng Mu and admired secretly in his heart. He felt that even if Feng Mu didn't make knives, he was fully capable of climbing to a high position with his eloquent mouth.

So, he said seriously: "What do you think of Wang Cong? I saw the statistics table that was sent to me on Monday. Wang Cong's income is quite high among the prison guards in your prison area."

During the questioning, Qian Huan stared directly at Feng Mu, as if he wanted to understand his truest inner thoughts through his expression.

Sure enough, he noticed an unnatural stiffness on Feng Mu's face. Although the change was small and fleeting, he was still keenly caught by his fiery eyes.

Qian Huan thought to himself: "Feng Mu has indeed guessed that Wang Cong stabbed him in the back. Although he managed his facial expression very well, it's a pity that he is still a little younger and a little less mature."

Feng Mu replied in a deep voice: "I have been closest to Wang Cong since I came to the second prison. I have seen all his efforts. If the warden is willing to promote him, that would be the best."

Qian Huan pretended not to understand the underlying meaning of Feng Mu's words. He smiled and said:

"Very good, that's what I thought too. Since you have a good relationship, I will promote Wang Cong to be the captain first, and you can help him more in private."

Feng Mu's face no longer showed any flaws, and he said with a sincere smile: "This is natural."

Qian Huan could no longer see any more emotions from Feng Mu's face, but became more and more convinced that what he captured at that moment was Feng Mu's truest expression of emotion.

He smiled slightly and added: "When there is a ranking promotion later, I will give Wang Cong another promotion. Feng Mu, you will also be promoted to captain as a matter of course."

Feng Mu's smile suddenly became brighter, a look of sincerity appeared on his face, and he said firmly: "I will obey the warden's arrangements in everything."

Qian Huan clapped his hands with satisfaction, and Wang Cong, who had been waiting outside for a long time, opened the door and walked in.

Wang Cong was wearing a pressed uniform, with a meticulous hairstyle, and a yellow gourd on his back, which made him look a little nondescript.

He stepped in, and his expression control skills were obviously not good enough. When he looked at Feng Mu, his face showed obvious stiffness and unnaturalness.

It was Feng Mu who was the first to say hello and skillfully helped Wang Cong cover up his stiffness.

Feng Mu smiled and said: "Congratulations, Captain Wang Cong! Your efforts have finally been rewarded. Please give Captain Wang Cong more advice in the future."

Wang Cong took a deep breath, tried hard to suppress the awe and enthusiasm that surged wildly in his heart, and replied briefly with two words: "Thank you."

Qian Huan had a panoramic view of this scene and naturally came to completely opposite views.

He didn't point it out, just smiled and said:

"You two have a very good personal relationship, which is extremely beneficial to the development of work. In short, you are both my people and you both have a bright and promising future."

He paused, his eyes roaming back and forth on their faces:

"So, you must unite and help each other, climb up together as soon as possible, become my right-hand man in the second prison, and help me better control and transform the second prison, do you understand?"

Qian Huan is a very insecure person, and Wang Cong is another knife he uses to check Feng Mu in advance.

The key to making a knife with a knife is balance, because Qian Huan felt that Wang Cong's ability was not as good as Feng Mu's, so he needed to lift Wang Cong up and let him always dominate Feng Mu from his position.

Of course, Feng Mu might kill Wang Cong, but that doesn't matter, because that is also a warning to Qian Huan, meaning that Feng Mu has lost control and is in danger of eating his master. At that time, he will give up and deal with Feng Huan. Harmony.

"Compliance test!" Feng Mu sneered in his heart. He knew Qian Huan's wishful thinking.

He quickly obeyed and responded loudly without hesitation:

"Understood, my subordinates must actively cooperate with Captain Wang Cong and never let down the warden's expectations."

Wang Cong realized it later and hurriedly said after a moment's delay: "Thank you warden for your cultivation. My subordinates will definitely cooperate with Feng Mu to do their best."

After hearing this, Qian Huan laughed with relief, while Wang Cong and Feng Mu looked at each other, not hiding their smiles.

What’s interesting is that the three people were obviously harboring evil intentions, but none of them were really telling lies. They all smiled sincerely from the bottom of their hearts.

Good leaders, good colleagues, and good unity, really united from top to bottom, bright and promising future!

Qian Huan laughed enough, slowly stopped laughing, looked at the two of them with a dignified look, and asked in a deep voice:

"Okay, next, let's discuss the [last elimination system], do you have any ideas and suggestions about it?"

Feng Muke had a lot of ideas, but he didn't say them, he just obeyed:

"I think the policy introduced by the warden is very good, the capable ones are promoted and the mediocre ones are demoted, and a good competition mechanism will bring different vitality to the second prison."

Wang Cong didn't respond immediately. He pondered for a moment, then looked at Qian Huan and told him the plan he "plagiarized" during his lifetime:

"Warden, I also think the [last elimination system] is very good, but it just needs a little improvement and packaging, maybe it can be better implemented, and create greater benefits for the second prison and the warden, so as to promote the share reform plan of the second prison more smoothly..."