Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 327: Clean up? Why not blacken everyone else?
The man's voice disappeared from the phone. A few seconds later, the woman's voice came back from the phone. There was a hint of doubt and confusion in her tone:

"Strange, has the person left? I just poured the water..."

Then, the voice on the phone suddenly became sharp and panicked.
"Baby, baby, baby, where are you? Ma Xuan, come back soon, the baby is missing?"

Ma Xuan listened to the panicked shouting on the phone. His eyes under the gold-rimmed eyes looked extremely ferocious. He stared at Feng Mu intently:

"You did it?"

Feng Mu looked aggrieved: "You can't slander me. I haven't even taken the position of warden yet."

Ma Xuan said harshly: "Then let me go."

Feng Mu flatly refused: "No, you can't go anywhere now."

Ma Xuan's forehead was bulging with veins. He listened to the crying and shouting of his name on the phone. His neck swelled up and he said in a hoarse voice:
"Feng Mu, help me, I want to find my child back."

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes: "Why are you looking for me? Shouldn't you go find Zhou Hu?"

Ma Xuan's face was distorted. His first reaction was naturally to find Zhou Hu, but after thinking a little, he knew that Feng Mu would never let him leave. Besides, Zhou Hu would definitely not admit it.

The most important thing is, Chang Wei once asked Zhou Hu to help him find his nephew, but the result was that their family was reunited? ! !
Ma Xuan's mind was spinning frantically. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Feng Mu, begging desperately:
"I don't believe Zhou Hu, but you told me before that you would be my new friend, so I beg you to help me!"

Feng Mu stared into Ma Xuan's eyes and suddenly grinned:
"Okay, you've convinced me. Friends should help each other."

....
When Wang Cong was summoned out of the incinerator, he was full of reluctance.

After all, the corpses in the corridor that had not yet been sorted still exuded a mouth-watering scent, and it would be a waste not to store them all for Feng Mu.

Of course, when the other prison guards who had suffered from heatstroke and dehydration were carried out, they looked like they had survived a disaster. They were really just about to be sent to the incinerator along with those corpses to meet the KPI data.

When he appeared in the warden's office, Wang Cong had adjusted his mood, with an expression of three parts sadness and seven parts wisdom on his face.

Qian Huan asked Wang Cong the same question he had asked Feng Mu before, hoping to get a useful answer from Wang Cong.

Wang Cong did not disappoint him and gave him a refreshing idea similar to the [Octagon] plan.

“…To sum up, this is the current situation.

Therefore, in my opinion, the most urgent task for the warden is not to rush to clarify the rumors on the Internet, but to seek strong support and win the help of some bigwigs. "

Wang Cong summarized and answered:
"Because it doesn't matter what the people below say. What matters is always what the people above think. Ten thousand flies buzzing in your ears are not as loud as a snap of the fingers of a big shot."

A gleam of light flashed in Qian Huan's eyes. He felt that Wang Cong's summary was very insightful. Although the metaphor was a bit extreme, if you think about it carefully, wasn't the birth of the Lower City the product of the soil of extreme order hundreds of years ago?
The current order does not seem as extreme as it was at the beginning. In fact, it is just a cloak to fool the people. Its essence has never changed.

Otherwise, why did the shadow covering the sky never dissipate, but instead became larger and heavier as time went by?

Qian Huan felt that Wang Cong had hit the nail on the head, and he looked at Wang Cong with increasing satisfaction. The two most trusted people under his command were Wang Cong and Feng Mu, one was good at literature and the other at martial arts, and most importantly, the two of them were on good terms, which made him feel relieved.

"Let Feng Mu help me manage the prison. After all, his methods are brutal, and the prison just loves that. Then, let Wang Cong help me deal with the big shots outside the prison, so that I can implement the [Octagon Cage] plan more smoothly. In this way, one inside and one outside..."

Qian Huan made a plan in his mind. He originally wanted to hide Wang Cong in prison, behind himself. In this way, the spotlight of the [Octagon Cage] plan would be more on him, and he could use it to gain more fame or fortune.

But the situation is too bad now. He needs to keep Wang Cong by his side so that he can give him advice at any time and even put him in the spotlight and get into the eyes of those big shots.

“Although doing so would inevitably expose Wang Cong as the founder of the [Octagon] plan, and the spotlight focused on me would be diverted away by Wang Cong.

But, it doesn’t matter. Wang Cong has no background and no resources. He can’t live without me. I have absolute confidence in controlling Wang Cong. As long as I am alive, Wang Cong can only shine loyally and contribute to my career.”

Qian Huan thought so in his heart. Of course, he would not treat Wang Cong unfairly, just like he allowed Feng Mu to set up the Internal Inspection Department. At that time, he would also make a wish for Wang Cong.

Qian Huan walked out of the explosion-proof glass wall, patted Wang Cong on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

“The situation in the Second Prison is currently turbulent, but the more chaotic it is, the more determined we must be to push forward [the Octagonal Cage Fighting Plan].

There are some people with ulterior motives who are trying to take advantage of this unrest to remove me from my position as warden, and we must not let them succeed."

Wang Cong looked at Qian Huan with a firm gaze and nodded vigorously, indicating that he was absolutely on the side of the warden.

"Come with me. I want to take you to meet some very important people. If the [Octagon] plan wants to move forward quickly, it cannot be separated from their support."

As Qian Huan spoke, a trace of imperceptible pain flashed across his eyes, and then he added:

“None of their support is free, but it’s all worth it.

In short, you should always be careful when dealing with these people in the future. You should always remember that big shots are monsters who eat people without leaving any bones. Be careful not to be eaten by them. "

Wang Cong immediately expressed his loyalty: "Warden, please rest assured that I will keep your teachings in my heart and never forget them."

A black sedan quickly drove out of the prison and sped along the road, heading for the hospital.

In the car, Qian Huan pondered for a moment, then turned to Wang Cong and said:
"Big people are all very careful about their reputation. If I want them to support me, on the one hand, I have to give them enough benefits, and on the other hand, I have to wash the dirty water off us. I can't say that we can wash it white, but at least it can't be too black. What do you think?"

But Wang Cong felt that this was too difficult, because his heart was now pure black, and there was no way he could dye it back to white, and he didn't want to dye it back at all.

Wang Cong thought about it and gave another answer. This answer was not taught to him by Feng Mu, but was realized by himself.

He said, "Or, can we find a way to dye everyone else black as well?"

(End of this chapter)