Unlucky?

Qian Huan frowned slightly, feeling a bit displeased.

Feng Mu calmly explained:

"Yesterday I personally experienced a horrific live broadcast. Thinking about it still terrifies me, leaving me with lingering fears about live broadcasts. Hence, I spoke irrationally for a moment."

Qian Huan accepted Feng Mu’s explanation, but remained slightly displeased:

"Today is a great day for our Second Prison to wash away injustice and begin a new Chapter. There’s nothing unlucky about it; it’s clearly very auspicious."

Feng Mu, looking as if he had been taught a lesson, left the office.

Qian Huan shook his head and sighed:

"It is indeed a sharp knife, but it still needs more honing."

Shi Wuming felt that Feng Mu’s premonition was accurate; today was indeed not a lucky day because he had a shift change.

"After I handover with the new security team this afternoon, I will leave, and by the way, take Feng Mu’s life with me..."

Shi Wuming gleefully calculated in his heart.

He had even thought of how to spend the money exchanged for this Medicine Man.

At the end of last year, the group’s new "Consciousness Backup" insurance was quite tempting to him.

His permissions within the group allowed him to purchase one at 1.5 times the price, though it’s a bit expensive, and it needs to be bought in a limited-time deal.

Yet he gritted his teeth and bought it.

The group earns the money, the group spends it; both the group and I have a bright future.

Just buying the "Consciousness Backup" insurance isn’t enough, he also needs to open the upload channel.

In layman’s terms, the consciousness backup insurance is equivalent to a backup computer, yourself being the mobile hard drive, and the upload channel is like connecting... data cable.

Fortunately, the cost of the data cable isn’t that high, roughly equivalent to the price of recycling a Medicine Man.

Feng Mu left the warden’s office to have a look at the scene.

The press conference setup was on the playground, with a simple stage built, a few rows of chairs placed below, looking overall rather plain.

There were no flashy decorations, just some white flowers used as decor.

It showcased the prison’s humble style and subtly implied a somber mourning tribute. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

At this moment, the cameras were set up at the scene, and some prison guards were already lined up on either side as per Wang Cong’s instructions.

The cameras were focused to capture the imposing figures of the prison guards during the shoot.

These things Wang Cong actually didn’t know.

Coming back from the dead couldn’t teach him these things, they were taught by a good friend from the new TV station he made.

Wei Guangming was very interested in the Second Prison’s "Octagonal Cage" program.

Originally, he wasn’t that interested, just considering it a task assigned by the group.

But after a long conversation with Wang Cong overnight, their thoughts sparked a fervent exchange, and suddenly he felt it a pity to have met Wang Cong so late.

Wei Guangming really capitalized on the "Martial Arts Joint Examination" opportunity thoroughly, and was worried about what to do next, when Wang Cong presented him with a feast.

The "Octagonal Cage" program is unlikely to create this ratings miracle.

But the "Octagonal Cage" can be eaten more than once, if done well, it can be capitalized continuously.

Rather than eating a blood-stained bread once, isn’t it better to eat continuously?

Wei Guangming was clearly smart and ambitious, as evidenced by sending the two most promising star reporters from the station to assist.

At this moment, Deng Jiajia and Tang An were enthusiastically treating the Second Prison as their home base, helping diligently.

Evidently, the two had received hints from Station Chief Wei Guangming that the station would soon collaborate with the Second Prison to launch an entertainment program with explosive potential.

Even though the two didn’t understand why a prison could be related to entertainment.

But they believed in the judgment of Station Chief Wei Guangming.

Although the station chief wasn’t a decent person, his professional ability was undeniably solid.

Tang An didn’t think that far ahead, but Deng Jiajia was different. She would occasionally drift over to Wang Cong, flipping her hair, showing off her long legs, and striking up a conversation.

Her thoughts were more agile, and her ambition was bigger; she wanted to be the host of this show.

Is the leap from reporter to host too big?

For the station chief or a major sponsor, it’s just a matter of words!

Wang Cong probably picked up on Deng Jiajia’s intentions. In the past, he couldn’t resist such women, and would easily fall for her charm.

But now.....

No matter how much Deng Jiajia tried to charm him, he remained unmoved.

Of course, Wang Cong didn’t resent Deng Jiajia; quite the opposite, he appreciated her.

He liked people who wore their ambition on their face, believing that such people would be more helpful for Feng Mu’s progress and more easily captivated by Feng Mu’s charisma.

Feng Mu glanced at Wang Cong but didn’t approach to chat, and Wang Cong also didn’t walk over.

Deng Jiajia, being a meticulous observer, read something from the gazes of those around but chose not to inquire further, instead keeping it in her mind.

"Wang Cong seems to be at odds with this person, yet the surrounding prison guards’ gaze towards this person contains an undeniable reverence, even more so than towards the warden?"

Deng Jiajia’s curiosity was piqued.

Feng Mu noticed Deng Jiajia’s scrutinizing gaze and smiled politely, a genteel and harmless smile.

Deng Jiajia thought she was meeting Feng Mu for the first time, unaware this was actually their second encounter.

"Minister, Secretary Hou has arrived."

Liu Yi quickly walked to Feng Mu’s side and reminded him softly.

Feng Mu nodded and turned to walk outside.

Simultaneously, Warden Qian Huan also hurried down from upstairs. Only then did Feng Mu and Wang Cong, initially keeping their distance, adjust their pace to walk side by side, flanking Qian Huan.

"Welcome Secretary Hou for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come to Second Prison to guide the work."

Qian Huan stepped forward quickly with a smile broader than when seeing his own parents:

"Secretary Hou, despite your busy schedule, you personally came to guide us in Second Prison. It truly brings us immense honor!"

Hou Wendong shook hands with Qian Huan, then casually said a few words before stepping past Qian Huan, extending his hand towards Feng Mu.

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

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

"Not at all, it’s the bond they formed with you in the midst of danger, and also thanks to your good fortune, Secretary Hou. I dare not take credit."

Feng Mu wore a humble expression, while inwardly thinking:

"It’s not just once, strictly speaking, you’ve been saved by my people twice."

Hou Wendong was unaware that his "lifesaving circle" for the rest of his life had already been quietly contracted by Feng Mu, otherwise, he would surely be even more grateful to Feng Mu.

Hou Wendong was pleased with Feng Mu’s response and wanted to say more, but Qian Huan timely interrupted:

"Please sit here, Secretary Hou!"

Qian Huan took the lead, involuntarily clenching his back molars slightly, feeling a bit discontented with Feng Mu.

When in danger, he wanted outstanding subordinates who could step up to handle the critical situations and help him overcome obstacles;

But once the danger was about to recede, he feared that his subordinates being too exceptional would steal his limelight.

At the core, Qian Huan’s desire for control was too strong.

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

Oddly enough, like Qian Huan, he too had a strong desire for control.

Unlike Qian Huan’s wavering mind, Feng Mu’s expectation of his superior was unwavering and had never once changed.....