Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 269 - 253: The Meaning of Bright

Qian Huan had many questions in his heart, and he brought them up one by one.

He asked, "The stubborn folks at the top of the prison system will surely try to obstruct us. How should we deal with them?"

Wang Cong had his responses ready and answered unhurriedly, one by one.

He said, "We can sign even more lucrative agreements with them, sharing richer profits."

Qian Huan wasn't very pleased inside. His uncle's body wasn't even cold yet. Qian Huan was a petty person, with a strong hatred hidden in his heart.

Qian Huan gritted his teeth, "These people always think that the stock reform of the Second Prison is like us cutting flesh from their bodies. We are willing to share profits with them, but they may not be willing to share benefits with us."

Wang Cong answered, "Then just sign an agreement directly with the Executive Government."

Qian Huan: "What kind of agreement?"

Wang Cong: "An agreement to take over all the death row inmates in Zone 9. Sign a contract with the Executive Government based on the headcount price, and set a minimum annual intake. The value these death row inmates create in the Second Prison, we will rebate a certain percentage back to the Executive Government next year."

Wang Cong paused and licked his lips:

"This way, we will never be short of prisoners. The Executive Government of Zone 9 will continuously provide us with the best, oh no, the strongest death row inmates every year for Second Prison."

Qian Huan's eyes widened, and this time his gaze at Wang Cong was like looking at a devil. He muttered in a lost voice:

"Wang Cong, your idea is really... insane. With this, the people of Zone 9 will probably all be grateful to you, for improving our area's security level so greatly with just your own efforts."

Wang Cong was unfazed by Qian Huan's praise. His heart was now full of Feng Mu, and the warden Qian Huan's praise wouldn't stir any emotion in him.

But then he thought: "Where is the warden praising me, these exclamations and praises are actually directed at Feng Mu, I'm just temporarily accepting them on his behalf."

Thinking like this, Wang Cong found Qian Huan's praise pleasing, and his smile instantly became sincere and brilliant.

"Yes, the people of Zone 9 should all put up a plaque for Feng Mu in every household, burning incense and worshiping." Wang Cong thought to himself.

"...So, about the audience, how should we handle it?"

"We can divide the audience into online and offline segments. For offline, we can use an invitation system and a membership system, strictly controlling the number and quality of attendees. As for online, we can sell the broadcasting rights to TV stations or online platforms."

"And the fees, is it just tickets?"

"Of course not, tickets are just the basics. We can also add gambling to take a cut. In short, the bigger the operation, the more we earn, and the more ways to earn."

"Will the prisoners be obedient?"

"Provide them with good food and clothing, don't beat them arbitrarily, let them live and die with dignity like human beings, why wouldn't they be willing? If they're not willing, then they're not being human."

"...Will it be too bloody to face resistance?"

"Sign life and death contracts in front of the cameras, handle it more formally. How can there be fights without deaths? If no one dies, it becomes a fixed match. If worse comes to worst, we can let everyone anonymously vote online, putting the power to agree or not agree in their hands."

Separated by a glass wall, Qian Huan felt the sparks of wisdom colliding. His face reddened as if reaching a climax, and he laughed heartily:

"Interesting, giving voting power to everyone, whether it's real or fake, the result is self-explanatory. Anyway, if it were me, I'd surely curse bloodiness and cruelty while firmly voting in favor of continued hosting."

It was the first time Wang Cong heard this, and he was just like Qian Huan, admiring Feng Mu's understanding of human nature to an extreme degree.

Qian Huan couldn't suppress his applause: "Wang Cong, you continue to amaze me. I really want to open up your head to see what's inside." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Wang Cong automatically filtered out and replaced his name, so what he heard was, "Feng Mu, you continue to amaze me...."

Wang Cong grinned like a sincere and innocent child.

....

Time quietly passed amidst the endless questions and answers, and Qian Huan's gaze towards Wang Cong grew increasingly gentle and satisfied. He now truly wanted to tie Wang Cong to his side as an absolute confidant.

Qian Huan felt parched from asking, finally running out of questions for the time being. So he gently shifted his attention to the gourd behind Wang Cong.

In fact, since Wang Cong stepped into the office, that conspicuous object had entered Qian Huan's line of sight, but at that time, he hadn't been curious enough to ask.

Now he couldn't help but inquire, as a way to show care towards his loyal subordinate.

Qian Huan smiled and asked, "What's in that gourd of yours?"

Wang Cong gently stroked the gourd, an expression of love that transcended life and death in his eyes. He said deeply, "Inside it are the ashes of my parents."

Qian Huan's face froze, his mind filled with question marks. He asked with concern, "Is it because you can't buy a cemetery plot? If you need help, I can arrange it for you."

If it were a day ago that Qian Huan offered to solve the cemetery problem for Wang Cong, he might have been deeply grateful. But now, Wang Cong felt only repulsion at Qian Huan's offer, wanting to feed this "help" directly to his parents.

He shook his head and said, "No need, I want them to always stay by my side."

Qian Huan swallowed hard, barely maintaining his composure, feeling he might understand why Wang Cong could come up with such a crazy plan.

Isn't it only natural for a madman to propose a mad plan?

Qian Huan's mouth curled into a hypocritical arc, "Your love with your parents indeed moves me."

Wang Cong nodded and left. This time, he didn't need to smell the odors in his nose; just listening, he could sense Qian Huan's insincere affection.

"Mom, Dad, he didn't even care to ask which day you left."

Wang Cong pushed the door open and slowly walked through the laser passage, speaking in a murmur only he could hear, directed to the gourd.

"Mom, Dad, don't be angry. I know he's a bad man, but just wait a bit longer. When Feng Mu no longer needs him, I'll feed him to you."

....

Bright Group Headquarters.

General Manager's Office.

Even though it was "daytime" outside, with the lights of Upper City illuminating the world below, the lights in this spacious office on the ceiling remained on.

The lamp on the ceiling was shaped like the Sun, emitting a bright white light.

Not only this office, but every floor, every office, even the corridors and restrooms of Bright Mansion had identical Sun-shaped lamps, and they stayed lit 24 hours a day without going out.

Because,

Isn't the meaning of the Bright to only shine and not to be shined upon?!!