Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

When Meng Zezhi woke up again, two days later, he heard someone talking in his ears in a daze.

"What the **** is going on?" Looking at the half-dead person in the hospital bed, Duan Congyan frowned slightly, his expression inadvertently stern.

"This...I..." Han Daqin hesitated, almost writing the words guilty conscience on his face.

"Say." Duan Congyan's tone was impatient.

He and Duan Congyan have been brothers for more than ten years. How can Han Daqin not know that Duan Congyan is angry. He quickly said: "I, I just can't understand the Xie family father and son. Do whatever you want to do..."

He said that some time ago, Xie Bowen interrupted the legs of a drunk investor who wanted to take advantage of him at a movie celebration. The other party has nothing to do, but the background is not small. Both black and white are related. . In order to suppress this matter, Duan Congyan paid a considerable price, and the cash money sent out was no less than five million.

Speaking of this, Han Daqin shrank his neck, and his voice weakened, "So, I, I want to teach him a lesson. I just deduce that things are not going well recently, and I want him to help see if there is a problem with the Feng Shui at home. …And then I found a few people who pretended to be ghosts and tried to scare him…"

Speaking of this, Han Daqin has lingering fears: "How can I think that in the end the fake ghosts will become real ghosts...the false Taoist priests have also become true Taoist priests..."

With that said, Han Daqin turned his head to look at Meng Zezhi on the hospital bed. He didn't expect to face a pair of deep eyes, his face froze.

Meng Zezhi smiled and said, "Haha!"

Han Daqin was even more confused, his face changed faster than flipping a book, he leaned over to the hospital bed with a flattering expression: "Uncle Xie, how do you feel when you wake up, do you want to drink some water?"

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi snorted softly, and the adults didn't remember the villains.

Han Daqin quickly turned around to pour water for Meng Zezhi.

Duan Congyan saw him, hesitated a little, walked over, bent down and said, "I will help you up."

Sniffing the faint scent of cologne, Meng Zezhi raised his eyebrows inadvertently. He did not expect that the gold master and stepdad would still be a beauty—

Thinking of this, he looked a little weird.

Is it because of the influence of his predecessor that he has also become frivolous?

Meng Zezhi looked very solemn, and when he reacted, he was already sitting up with Duan Congyan's hand.

He said, "Thank you."

Duan Congyan raised his eyelids.

Xie Guangsheng is a wise man, otherwise he wouldn't be able to live a life of fine clothes and food.

He clearly knew that Duan Congyan accepted his favor because he wanted to use him as a shield.

In this regard, he has no dissatisfaction, after all, his purpose of approaching Duan Congyan has never been simple.

For this ‘job’, Xie Guangsheng performed well. It's just that the front performers cooperate with Duan Congyan, and the backs respect each other like guests.

It's just that he was under the eaves. When Xie Guangsheng faced Duan Congyan, he inevitably took a little bit of flattery and restraint. It was the first time he saw Duan Congyan with such a serious look.

How to say, coupled with the other party's old and steady appearance, it unexpectedly fits his eyes.

Thinking of this, Duan Congyan was slightly startled.

How could he suddenly have such an idea.

"Uncle Xie, the water is coming." Han Daqin brought the water glass to Meng Zezhi's mouth.

After half a cup of water, Meng Zezhi breathed a sigh of relief, as if thinking of something, he asked, "By the way, how did the things that I arranged for you to do before I fell into a coma?"

"You mean the little star named Lu Huaijin?" Han Daqin lifted up his spirits and said, "I didn't dare to mess around, so I just found a crew from a remote village and invested a sum of money to get the director to slap the hero. , And stuffed him in."

"What crew?" Meng Zezhi raised his brow slightly.

Han Daqin thought for a while: "It seems to be called Yuanshan."

That's it!

In the plot, although the production cost of the movie "Far Mountain" was less than 3 million, it hit a global box office of 1.5 billion yuan like a dark horse a few months later, and sent the film's leading actor in one fell swoop. The throne of the Golden Rooster Award winner.

With such a good opportunity, it is no wonder that Lu Huaijin left the capital so obediently.

It's just that, it seems that I am a bit sorry for the original hero of the movie, and I will have to find a chance to compensate him well in the future.

Seeing that Meng Zezhi didn't speak, Han Daqin asked cautiously, "Uncle Xie, is there any problem?"

"No, there is no problem," Meng Zezhi regained his senses: "You did a good job."

Han Daqin immediately relaxed and hesitated for a while. He finally hesitated to ask: "Uncle Xie, you said before that if we don't send Lu Huaijin away, we will have life concerns. What does that mean? The female ghost said before dying that her master will avenge her. Me, your son, and Wan Ziqing, don't even want to live. What does this mean?"

There was nothing to conceal, Meng Zezhi simply told the truth: "Do you still remember Wanzi's arms?"

Han Daqin frowned: "Remember, he used to be an artist in our company. He was very talented and good-looking. The company originally planned to promote him as a brother, but the company just paved the way for him. , People are gone..."

As soon as the scumbag died, the murder of Wan Zihuai by him and Wan Ziqing was stabbed by the old ghost. Although Han Daqin knew that this was the truth of Wan Zihuai's violent death, he still sent someone for the benefit of the company. He poured dirty water on Wanzi's arms.

"Lu Huaijin is Wan Zihuai, he is born again." Meng Zezhi said.

"What?" Han Daqin half-opened his mouth and stared at the boss, with an unbelievable look on his face: "Rebirth, rebirth?"

He touched his neck subconsciously, but he was almost choked to death by a ghost, as if rebirth or something was not so unacceptable.

Thinking of this, he instantly calmed down.

Just listen to Meng Zezhi continue to say: "Wan Zihuai is surrounded by a century-old ghost who is his yin marriage partner. The woman in red who wanted to kill you before is his subordinate."

Han Daqin figured out the crux of the problem in an instant: "Just because I let people pour dirty water on Wan Zi's arms, so he wants to kill me?"

Meng Zezhi nodded.

"Fuck—"

Don't look at Han Daqin's sluggishness and flattery in order to save his life. He looks particularly easy to talk, but he can't conceal the fact that he is a grumpy person in his bones.

Han Daqin made no secret of his capitalist's face. He said in a hateful voice: "Can you blame me? What was He Mingyuan (scumbag) back then? Except for a face to see, he needs talent but no talent, and he wants spirituality without spirituality. He still has a heart higher than the sky, and the company didn’t even intend to favor him. It was Wanzi who was pregnant with his own cheapness, so he had to take resources to He Mingyuan (scumbag), and the company did not beat him for this... he himself was blind. I raised a white-eyed wolf. I didn’t blame the company he harmed for evaporating 500 million in the market value. He still dares to blame me for pouring dirty water on him?"

When he thought of the fact that he was almost strangled to death by the woman in red, Han Daqin hated him even more. He gritted his teeth and said: "I can't swallow this breath, Uncle Xie, can you help me get rid of Wan Zihuai and that? Just an old ghost. After the incident, I must have re-reported."

Meng Zezhi's eyes drooped slightly: "Thank you, Uncle, I am a half-hearted Taoist priest. One of the centuries-old ghost's subordinates tossed me like this. Do you think I can deal with him now?"

Hearing this, Han Daqin said anxiously: "Well, what should we do now?"

Meng Zezhi thought for a while and suggested: "Or, you can find a few masters in this field to see if you can get him, if you can get the best; otherwise, you have to wait—"

"Wait?"

"Yes," Meng Zezhi nodded: "Don't startle, wait until I recover from the injury, and then slowly clean him up."

"Understood." Han Daqin had an idea in an instant, and then he seemed to think of something again. He looked anxious: "By the way, Uncle Xie, look at my neck, I don't know why, the more I scratch it, the more itchy."

He was talking about the shocking marks left by the woman in red on his neck.

Meng Zezhi looked at it and said, “It’s not a big deal for the yin to enter the body. Go back and mix it with lard and chili powder for a day, and get more exposure to the sun.”

"Good, good," Han Daqin said hastily. After a while, he hesitated to ask: "But, Uncle Xie, how do you know so much?"

Meng Zezhi raised his eyebrows: "It's calculated."

"Then you used to?"

"I didn't get resuscitation before. When your house was chased by a ghost before, when it was a critical moment of life and death, it suddenly resuscitated."

"It turned out to be like this." Han Daqin was dubious.

"Right," Meng Zezhi said, "There is one more thing, please help me."

"What do you want to say!" Han Daqin said, patting his chest.

Then on the day Xie Bowen rushed back from the United States, what he saw was Meng Zezhi holding half a ginseng in his mouth and writing and drawing on paper with a brush.

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