Chapter 251 Shocking Food Development Plan? ! !

When Qian Huan raised this question, he actually didn't think about getting any advice at all. He just needed agreement and praise.

Feng Mu's answer satisfied Qian Huan and gave him strong emotional value, while Wang Cong...

"This guy hasn't even become the captain yet, but he's already a little bit arrogant."

Although he was a little unhappy, Qian Huan still maintained a humble attitude on his face and said in a gentle tone:

"Oh, let me hear, where exactly does the [last elimination system] need to be packaged and improved?"

Wang Cong wrinkled his nose slightly and smelled the "angry" smell escaping from the narrow gap of the explosion-proof glass wall.

The smell slowly seeped out from the warden's blood circulation with every heartbeat of the warden, and emanated through every pore.

The smell was very, very thin in the air, but in Wang Cong's keen sense of smell, the smell was magnified thousands of times, spreading like thick fog, becoming strong and pungent.

In Wang Cong's perception, it was as if there was a ferocious beast with bulging veins, imprisoned on the other side of the glass, roaring and baring its teeth at him, unable to hide.

Human expressions can deceive humans, but not the corpses.

Humans claim to be advanced creatures, and the [masks] evolved over millions of years can often deceive their own kind, but they cannot hide in front of low-level animals, let alone the corpses that feed on humans.

It is difficult to say whether this is the success or failure of human evolution.

If it were in his lifetime, Wang Cong would be trembling with fear and would want to chew his tongue and swallow it back into his stomach if he noticed the anger of the warden.

But now, he can't feel any fear at all.

Sorry, the hormones of the corpse are disordered, and there is no fear in his heart, only full of Feng Mu.

If possible, Wang Cong even wanted to go to the autopsy room and sincerely invite Qin Liang, a forensic doctor, to perform a thoracotomy on him and tattoo Feng Mu's face on his heart.

Wang Cong's lips slightly opened, he was about to say something but stopped. His eyes lingered on Feng Mu's face for a moment, and then he quietly glanced at Shi Wuming in the corner.

Qian Huan couldn't help but feel a little funny when he saw this. Wang Cong's pretentious attitude aroused his interest.

He waved to Feng Mu and ordered: "Feng Mu, go and deal with Tian Tao's funeral first."

After Feng Mu's figure disappeared at the door of the office, Qian Huan turned his eyes to Wang Cong and said in a light tone:

"Shi Wuming was sent by the head office. His reliability is beyond doubt. There is no need to keep it secret from him. If you have any ideas, just say it directly."

Wang Cong then said: "Warden, it's like this. I have an immature idea. It's like this. The second prison is now a little rough in generating income directly from prisoners. We may try..."

Qian Huan sat on the chair at first, his face pretending to be calm. He wanted to hear what Wang Cong could say.

However, as Wang Cong threw out his huge idea plan bit by bit, Qian Huan sat up straighter and leaned forward, his face was moved, and his breathing became rapid.

"....... That's basically it. We can let the prisoners bring joy to the audience. In this way, even if we only charge a negligible viewing fee from each audience, it will be a considerable income when accumulated."

"The most important thing is that if we treat the prisoners as pigs and dogs and livestock to peel and squeeze oil, the income figure will eventually shrink. But on the contrary, if we use this method, the figure will only snowball and grow bigger and bigger."

"......"

Wang Cong has a talent for language. With his vivid description, a rather grand blueprint was slowly outlined in front of Qian Huan.

Qian Huan stared at Wang Cong with burning eyes. It seemed that he had seen a mountain of gold and silver rushing towards himself, towards the second prison, and towards Tianguang Capital.

A trace of annoyance spread in Qian Huan's heart, and he cast a glance at Shi Wuming's back without leaving a trace.

If time could go back, he would definitely let Shi Wuming guard the door of the office without hesitation, instead of letting him eavesdrop quietly inside the door.

Wang Cong suddenly paused, he looked at Qian Huan suspiciously, he smelled a faint murderous intention from the warden again, and the murderous breath was like light smoke, slowly drifting towards Shi Wuming.

Shi Wuming did not notice it, still standing like a sculpture, but at this moment his two eyeballs squinted, uncontrollably squinting at Wang Cong, his pupils flashing with a faint blue light.

There was only one thought left in his mind: "This prison guard carrying a gourd is a devil, otherwise, how could humans come up with such a crazy evil plan?"

Wang Cong didn't care what humans thought, he just faithfully imitated the tone of Feng Mu's words to him at that time, and repeated the packaged "high-quality food cultivation plan" intactly.

So, he said: "…..This is the general idea. I call this plan - Octagonal Cage Colosseum!"

[Octagonal Cage Colosseum] is Feng Mu's original words, and [High-quality Food Cultivation Plan] is Wang Cong's new understanding of the plan after his death.

What Wang Cong didn't know was that [Octagonal Cage Colosseum] was actually just the prologue of Feng Mu's [Food Cultivation Plan], but it was his first step in a careful design, aimed at setting the table for a more magnificent gluttonous feast in the future.

Feng Mu had a bigger plan in mind. He didn't reveal it all at once because, on the one hand, the hardware facilities in the market were not yet mature enough to support his overall plan; on the other hand, he was worried that an overly large idea would scare off investors and audiences.

A good plan needs to be gradual and patient.

This is like guiding a child who is watching a movie for the first time. You can't show him a high-definition, uncensored action movie at the beginning, but you should first show him a veiled drama to gradually cultivate his interest and acceptance.

Whether facing investors or audiences, you need to patiently cultivate their expectation threshold, improve it bit by bit, and also throw bait a little bit at a time, and don't feed them all at once.

Otherwise, if you really feed them, there will be no chopsticks on the table.

As Wang Cong's last word fell, the air in the office, whether inside or outside the explosion-proof glass, seemed to solidify, and even the breathing sound stopped.

Wang Cong stood there in a daze, feeling confused:

"I am now a corpse, I don't need to breathe, I am still pretending to breathe for you living people to see. But you two living people don't need to breathe either? Could it be..."