Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 688 Can be called the Nine Thousand Years Old

Even if someone else signs it on your behalf?!

Although having someone else sign means a partial relinquishment of power and may create the potential for being sidelined, it at least proves that his "name" is still valid and that he remains the person in charge in the legal sense. It's better than having someone else's name signed directly by superiors.

That would be a complete and utter elimination!
Qian Huan's mind raced, and she instantly weighed the pros and cons.

He met his mother Li Hanyu's meaningful gaze, and recalling her instructions, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He turned to Feng Mu and spoke in a tone of utmost trust and entrustment:
"Feng Mu! Come here! Help me sign this!"

This time it was Feng Mu's turn to be stunned. He appropriately showed surprise on his face: "Warden Qian, this... me?"

Qian Huan tried his best to make his expression appear more sincere and serious, and said in a deep voice:

"Look at my current state, what other option do I have besides asking you to sign on my behalf?"

"Looking across the entire Second Prison, you're the person I, Qian Huan, trust the most. If you don't sign this on my behalf, who else can I turn to?"

Feng Mu came here for this very reason. He has now essentially secured his position as the de facto controller of the Second Prison. He is not in a hurry to gain a formal title in the short term. He does need Qian Huan's "name" to serve as the face of the Second Prison and to buffer the pressure from all sides.

But he was determined to get Qian Huan's signature rights, and it had to be "voluntarily" and "willingly" transferred to him by Qian Huan while he was sober.

The implications are completely different.

He appropriately showed struggle and hesitation on his face, but it didn't last long. Hesitation and timidity were not part of Feng Mu's persona.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he nodded heavily, his eyes becoming incredibly firm:
"Okay, I understand. I'll do whatever Warden Qian instructs!"

The more open and direct he appears, the more selfless he seems.

Seeing this, Li Hanyu immediately handed over a pen from the side, her tone gentle yet equally authoritative:
“Feng Mu, you don’t need to have any worries. You are the person we trust most in this world. We feel most at ease having you sign this.”

Qian Huan is currently immobile; you must help him and keep a firm grip on the Second Prison. We absolutely cannot let those lurking wolves and tigers outside snatch him away!

Feng Mu took the heavy pen with both hands, feeling as if he had received some kind of invisible authority.

He nodded heavily, then bent down and carefully signed "Qian Huan" in the "Signature of Person in Charge" column of the document.

After signing, he raised his head, his gaze intense and earnest as he looked at Qian Huan and Li Hanyu, and said as if making a vow:

"Warden Qian, Madam, please rest assured."

As long as I, Feng Mu, am in the Second Prison, I will never let anyone snatch it from Warden Qian, unless they step over my dead body!

The atmosphere became somewhat tragic and moving for a moment.

Feng Mu carefully put away the documents, then, as if remembering something, said to Qian Huan:
"By the way, Warden Qian, there's one more thing I need to ask you about."

Tian Xiaohai has always wanted to work at the Second Prison, to carry on his father's legacy. I've seen his grades; he's definitely a promising candidate. Do you think I could recruit him?

Qian Huan couldn't recall who Tian Xiaohai was for a moment, until Feng Mu reminded him of Tian Tao. His pupils contracted slightly, and he looked at Feng Mu with a somewhat strange expression.

While others didn't know how Tian Tao died, he had a very serious suspect in his mind.

You're mistaking a thief for your own son!
Qian Huan silently complained in his heart, but didn't bother to argue on the surface, and said indifferently:

"You can decide this yourself. You don't need to ask me about everything."

Li Hanyu chimed in, saying that she understood things better than her son and was more willing to delegate authority, which was to further solidify and repay Feng Mu's "loyalty":
“Qian Huan is right. In the future, for small matters like this, you can take charge on your own. Just draft a document, go through the process, and have it signed and filed.”

Following that, Li Hanyu added:

"Oh right, I almost forgot. Your junior sister, isn't her name Hongya?"
She even begged me at the hospital that she wanted to go to the Second Prison too. I think she's quite clever, so if you think it's okay, you can bring her in as well.”

She glanced at Feng Mu with a broad smile.
"Don't worry, from now on, any documents you sign on behalf of others will be submitted to the company and I won't let anyone reject them. It's just a matter of going through the process and filing them."

Feng Mu naturally understood the subtle hints and provocations in Li Hanyu's words, but he still feigned a grateful expression and bowed, saying:
"Thank you, Madam, and thank you, Warden Qian, for your trust."

"After I get back, I'll complete the paperwork for Tian Xiaohai and Hongya and get them admitted to the Second Prison."

Li Hanyu smiled with satisfaction, then suddenly her expression turned slightly serious, and her tone became solemn:
"There's another important matter I need to tell you. We need to speed things up regarding the [Octagonal Cage Fighting Project]."

Qian Huan and I mean that from now on, the specific management and execution within the Second Prison will be handed over to you.

However, Wang Cong is primarily responsible for external communication and coordination, resource allocation, and especially cooperation with Fang Guangming Group.

She paused, observed Feng Mu's reaction, and continued to explain:

"After all, Wang Cong has a closer relationship with General Manager Lu of Guangming Group, and they have a good personal friendship. It's more convenient for him to push things forward than for us to do it ourselves, and there will be less resistance..."

Sure enough, upon hearing the name "Wang Cong," Feng Mu's face instantly darkened, and he practically gritted his teeth as he said:

"Madam! Have you forgotten what kind of face Wang Cong had when Warden Qian was in a coma?"
He was jumping around, making connections everywhere, eager to get things done immediately…

Feng Muyi was extremely indignant about the "betrayal" suffered by Warden Qian. Qian Huan and Li Hanyu were both moved by his "loyalty" and helpless by his "uprightness".

Li Hanyu had no choice but to gently persuade him, patiently explaining the pros and cons to Feng Mu in detail, fearing that this loyal minister might act impulsively and ruin the whole plan.

"...In short, Feng Mu, we understand your intentions. We have long seen through Wang Cong's despicable nature and will not fall for his tricks again. We have been on guard against him for a long time."

But keeping him around is still useful, and it's a last resort. For the sake of the bigger picture, you should be patient and continue working with him. Under no circumstances should you turn against him now.

Li Hanyu patiently comforted him, determined not to let the loyal minister lose heart.

She spoke frankly and frankly:

"However, you must keep a close eye on him for us in private. If you discover any suspicious activity on his part, tell us immediately!"

Feng Mu's eyes reddened slightly as he tried his best to suppress his anger and resentment. Finally, he sighed and said:

"I can tolerate it, but I feel sorry for Warden Qian. He has to put up with such a despicable person. It's really unfair to Madam and Warden Qian. Sigh—"

Feng Mu's performance, characterized by deeply ingrained acting skills, coupled with the [Deceitful Glasses] that can distort perception, and the loyalty field emanating from the [Proof of Loyalty], combines to create a soul-stirring impact.

Every tremor in his eyes, every rise and fall in his tone, even the rhythm of his breath, perfectly conveyed a tragic atmosphere of "a subject dying for his lord's humiliation."

Li Hanyu and her son Qian Huan were deeply moved, and their eyes involuntarily reddened slightly.

In reality, Feng Mu's reddened eyes weren't entirely acting; rather, a line of subtitles visible only to him was rapidly flashing past his eyes:
[Second Prison (may be partially missing and expanded)]
[Second Prison Control Progress Update!]
[Current level of control: 97% → 98%!!!]
[New entry in the event log: Qian Huan voluntarily relinquished the authorship rights to you, bringing your power in the Second Prison to near its peak. (Completeness +1%)]

(P.S.: In ancient times, your behavior would be equivalent to that of the Grand Eunuch of the Directorate of Ceremonial, who wielded immense power over imperial edicts and could be called the "Nine Thousand Years Old"!)
With only 2% of the progress bar remaining, success was within reach. How could Feng Mu not be so excited that his blood rushed to his head and his eyes glowed red?
About 5 minutes later.

With a carefully crafted act of "resentment" mixed with genuine "excitement," Feng Mu left Qian Huan's villa with a solemn expression.

He walked towards the gate of the Emerald Garden.

A tense atmosphere still permeated the villa area, with constables occasionally seen searching for something in the bushes.

Feng Mu glanced at it briefly before looking away.

The yellow caution tape at the entrance to Emerald Garden was already quite worn, covered with tire tracks, but it was still not something a lowly prison guard like him could easily swindle.

The black official vehicle belonging to the Second Prison was still firmly blocked outside the gate of the residential area.

Beside the car, a figure stood ramrod straight, like a javelin nailed to the ground—it was Tian Xiaohai.

Upon seeing Feng Mu appear, Tian Xiaohai's eyes lit up. He immediately jogged forward a couple of steps, opened the back door, and bowed slightly.

In the recent martial arts joint examination incident, Tian Xiaohai suffered serious injuries and was hospitalized for a period of time to recuperate.

During this time, Feng Mu was too busy making progress to visit the hospital.

To put it bluntly, Feng Mu would forget about Tian Xiaohai's life or death when he got busy, but his loyal and quick-witted subordinates would remember such trivial matters for him.

Therefore, Liu Yi visited Tian Xiaohai twice on behalf of Feng Mu and paid all of Tian Xiaohai's medical expenses during that time.

Of course, what Liu Yi sent was the minister's personal concern, and it was paid through the Second Prison's public account.

To paraphrase Liu Yi's words when he comforted Tian Xiaohai, it was a gesture of deep affection:
"Xiao Hai, although your job application is stuck with Warden Qian, it hasn't been fully approved yet."

Strictly speaking, the Second Prison is not allowed to advance your expenses, as it would be somewhat against regulations. However, Minister Feng specifically instructed you on this matter because of your situation.

So whether you join the company a day earlier or a day later, it won't affect the fact that you're one of us in the Second Prison. The Second Prison will cover your medical expenses first.

"Once you've recovered and officially started working, you'll just need to complete one more formality. Right now, just focus on recovering in the hospital and don't worry about anything else."

Tian Xiaohai is a sincere and kind-hearted person who is grateful for kindness and has a stubborn streak deep down.

On the one hand, he was increasingly grateful to his adoptive father for his care and support;

On the other hand, after hearing Liu Yi's words, how could he possibly stay in the hospital? He felt his blood boiling and couldn't wait to serve his godfather.

So, as soon as his injuries stabilized and he was able to move around with difficulty, he couldn't wait to complete the discharge procedures and rushed straight to the Second Prison to report for duty.

What happened next was a natural progression.

Liu Yi violated the rules again, taking him in ahead of time and "teaching him according to his aptitude," giving him two days of intensive training. The content was not prison guard duties, but how to become a qualified "minister's personal driver."

He and Song Ping'an had other important official business to attend to.

Oops, I misspoke. Driving for the minister is the most important thing, but the other job is also indispensable for the two of them, so we can only "reluctantly" find a reliable person to fill in for them temporarily and reserve this crucial "slot".

That way, after everything is done, the driver's seat won't be taken by that bastard Guan Zhong.

Thus, this glorious temporary responsibility fell to Tian Xiaohai, who hadn't even had time to complete his onboarding procedures.

Moreover, before leaving, Liu Yi gave Tian Xiaohai a intensive crash course in "driver etiquette".

Everything is covered, from standing posture and door opening timing to speed control and maintaining quietness inside the vehicle.

Tian Xiaohai was serious and had a strong ability to understand, and in a short period of time he learned a lot of the essence.

This can be seen from his meticulous posture at this moment and his advance opening of the door.

Feng Mu bent down, about to get into the car, but paused slightly.

In his "black and white" vision, two familiar figures were walking briskly from the distance on the street outside Emerald Garden. Their outlines were clear, and they were Li Xiang and Chang Erbing.

"Strange, shouldn't Li Xiang be searching for clues at the crime scene in the special envoy's villa at this time? Why is he coming back from outside Emerald Garden?"

A faint sense of suspicion crossed Feng Mu's mind.

Li Xiang, looking preoccupied, walked hurriedly towards the entrance of Emerald Garden with a furrowed brow.

As he got closer, he noticed the prison's official vehicle parked outside the cordon, and Feng Mu standing next to it, preparing to get in.

"Feng Mu, what are you doing here?"

Li Xiang quickened his pace slightly and walked over.

Feng Mu smiled and pulled a document from his pocket, saying:
"Your temporary transfer letter needs to be signed by Warden Qian."

He waved the document, and Qian Huan's signature was clearly visible on it:

"Don't worry, the papers are already signed. If you urgently need people over there, I'll call right now and have Qin Liang and Bai Ye head to the police station immediately to help with the autopsy."

Li Xiang looked tired, but upon hearing this, he still managed a smile and said sincerely:

"I won't say more, but thank you so much this time!"

Feng Mu smiled as he put the documents away, then glanced at Li Xiang's expression, his brows furrowing slightly as he said:

"Isn't it only natural for friends to help each other out? Why are you saying thank you?"

Hmm... but you look terrible. This case must be tough for the special envoy. But you need to take care of yourself; don't exhaust yourself before solving the case."

Li Xiang suddenly felt a warmth in his heart. Since waking up in the hospital, he had received all sorts of "care," including from high-ranking officials. However, most of that care had a clear purpose, and it was all about his case.

Only Feng Mu, the "madman" friend he had always been wary of, was the first to genuinely care about his health and help him without asking for anything in return.

So what if someone's crazy?
A madman's friendships are often purer and more sincere; a madman's friendships are truly precious and genuine.

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(End of this chapter)