Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 504 I am always loyal to my boss
No profit?
Qian Huan frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy.

Feng Mu explained calmly:

"I just experienced a tragic live broadcast yesterday. Thinking about it now, I still feel horrified. I am still afraid of live broadcasts, so I just spoke nonsense."

Qian Huan agreed with Feng Mu's explanation, but was still a little unhappy:

"Today is a good day for our Second Prison to clear our grievances and open a new chapter. There is nothing unlucky about it. It is clearly a very auspicious day."

Feng Mu left the office with a educated look on his face.

Qian Huan shook his head and sighed:

"It's a sharp knife, but it needs more sharpening."

Shi Wuming felt that Feng Mu's premonition was accurate. Today was indeed an unlucky day because he had to change shifts.

"After I finish handing over to the new security team this afternoon, I will leave and take Feng Mu's life with me..."

Shi Wuming was happily calculating in his heart.

He had even figured out how to spend the money he got from the medicine man.

At the end of last year, he was very excited about the group’s new “consciousness backup” insurance.

With the authority he has within the group, he can purchase just one copy at 1.5 times the price. Although it is a bit expensive, it is a limited-time sale.

But he gritted his teeth and bought it.

The group makes money and the group spends it. The group and I both have a bright future.

It is not enough to just buy the “consciousness backup” insurance, but also an upload channel must be opened.

To use a common analogy, the insurance of consciousness backup is equivalent to a backup computer, you yourself are equivalent to a walking hard drive, and the upload channel is equivalent to connecting...data cables.

Fortunately, the data cable is not that expensive, about the same price as a medicine recycling.

Feng Mu left the warden's office and went to take a look at the scene.

The press conference was held on the playground. A simple platform was built with several rows of chairs underneath. The overall look was quite simple.

There is nothing fancy, just some white flowers for decoration.

It not only demonstrates the prison's clean style, but also implies a deep mourning.

At this moment, cameras have been set up at the scene, and some prison guards have lined up on both sides according to Wang Cong's instructions.

When the camera is aimed at the middle, it can capture the heroic figures of the prison guards.

Wang Cong actually doesn’t know how to do these things.

Coming back from the dead could not teach him these things; he learned them from his new friends at the TV station.

Wei Guangming was very interested in the "Octagon Cage" program in the Second Prison.

He was not that interested at first and just thought of it as a task assigned by the group.

But after talking with Wang Cong all night last night, our thoughts collided and created hot sparks, and I suddenly felt that I had met Wang Cong too late.

Wei Guangming had made a lot of money from the "Martial Arts Joint Examination" this time. He was worrying about what to eat next when Wang Cong brought the meal to him.

It is highly likely that the "Octagon" program will not be able to create this ratings myth.

But "Octagon Cage" is not just about eating once. Once the show is done, you can keep eating it.

How about eating blood-soaked bread for one meal instead of every meal?
Wei Guangming is obviously a smart and motivated person, so he sent the two most dazzling star reporters in the station.

At this moment, Deng Jia Jia and Tang An were very enthusiastic, treating the Second Prison as their own TV station and helping seriously.

Apparently, the two of them had received some tips from the station director Wei Guangming, and knew that the station would be cooperating with the Second Principal in the near future to launch an entertainment program with the potential to become a hit.

Although they didn't understand why prison was related to entertainment.

However, they both believed in the judgment of the director Wei Guangming. Although the director was a nobody, his professional ability was indeed top-notch.

In fact, Tang An didn’t think that far, but Deng Jiajia was different. She would come to Wang Cong from time to time, stroke her hair, show off her long legs, and talk a few words.

She is more active and ambitious, and she wants to be the host of this show.

From reporter to host, is the gap too big?

It only takes a word from the director or the sponsor!

Wang Cong probably saw through Deng Jiajia's thoughts. In the past, he would never be able to resist such a woman and would fall at Deng Jiajia's feet in a matter of minutes.

But now…
No matter how hard Deng Jia Jia tried, he just couldn't get hard.

Of course, Wang Cong does not dislike Deng Jiajia. On the contrary, he admires Deng Jiajia very much.

He likes people who have ambition written on their faces. He feels that such people will be able to help Feng Mu make progress in the future and will be more easily convinced by Feng Mu's charm.

Feng Mu glanced at Wang Cong and had no intention of walking over to talk, and Wang Cong did not come over either.

Deng Jia Jia is a careful woman. She read something from the eyes of people around her, but she didn't ask any questions. Instead, she kept it in her heart.

"Wang Cong seems to be at odds with that person, but the guards around him can't hide the awe in their eyes when they look at that person. It seems that they are even more afraid of him than when they look at the warden?"

A hint of curiosity arose in Deng Jia Jia's heart.

Feng Mu noticed Deng Jiajia's prying eyes and smiled politely at her. His smile was gentle and harmless.

Deng Jia Jia thought she was meeting Feng Mu for the first time, but little did she know that this was actually their second encounter.

"Minister, Secretary Hou is here."

Liu Yi quickly walked to Feng Mu and reminded him in a low voice.

Feng Mu nodded, turned and walked out.

At the same time, the prison warden Qian Huan also walked down from upstairs quickly. Feng Mu and Wang Cong, who had been keeping a distance, adjusted their pace, stood side by side, and followed Qian Huan on the left and right.

"Welcome Secretary Hou to come to the Second Prison to guide our work despite your busy schedule."

Qian Huan took two steps at a time and walked forward, his smile even warmer than when he met his own parents:
"Secretary Hou is so busy that he came to the Second Prison to give us instructions. It really makes our humble home shine!"

Hou Wendong shook hands with Qian Huan, then said a few words casually, walked past Qian Huan and extended his hand towards Feng Mu.

"I heard from Gong Qi and Guan Zhong that half of the credit for saving me yesterday should go to you."

It was not the first time that Hou Wendong saw Feng Mu following Qian Huan, but it was the first time that he took the initiative to shake hands with Feng Mu.

"No, this is the fate between the two of them and Secretary Hou that was formed in the blood, and it is also the blessing of Secretary Hou. I dare not take credit for it."

Feng Mu looked humble, but in his heart he said:

"But it's not just once. Strictly speaking, you were saved twice by my men."

Hou Wendong didn't know that his "life-saving circle of friends" for the rest of his life had been secretly contracted by Feng Mu, otherwise, he would definitely be more grateful to Feng Mu.

Hou Wendong was very satisfied with Feng Mu's answer. He wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Qian Huan at the right time:
"Secretary Hou, please sit here!"

Qian Huan walked in front to lead the way, his back teeth unconsciously clenched a little, and he was secretly a little dissatisfied with Feng Mu.

When he is in danger, he hopes that his subordinates will be outstanding and be able to step out and take charge to help him overcome the difficulties.
But once the danger is about to recede, he will be afraid that his subordinates will be too outstanding and steal his glory.

After all, Qian Huan's desire for control is still too strong.

Feng Mu keenly sensed the low pressure coming from the front, but his expression remained calm.

Coincidentally, like Qian Huan, he also has a strong desire for control.

Unlike Qian Huan's wavering mind, his expectations of his superiors have always been consistent and have never changed a bit...

(End of this chapter)