Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Early the next morning, the Internet and newspapers rushed to report:

As a dark horse in the industry that broke out in just a few years, MY declared bankruptcy and was about to be acquired by Jiang.

And Jiang Luyan, the president, is still missing. Even such a big thing as declaring bankruptcy was announced to the media by a legal representative alone.

This is incredible.

Many people said that Jiang Luyan didn't dare to show up because he couldn't accept failure and didn't dare to take responsibility.

In fact, Mr. Jiang just hugged his little boyfriend and wanted to sleep until he woke up naturally.

Fang Zhuo's eyes were glued to the screen, and his fingers slid quickly.

In addition to the malicious speculation of the media, there are also many tap water helping to speak out, criticize, and comfort and encourage.

Fang Zhuo, "The boss doesn't even have Weibo, why do he have fans?"

Looking at Chen Jiu's Weibo, it turned out that there were only [-] zombie followers he bought.

People are more mad than people.

"Because the boss has strong luck." 233 said, "Doing things smoothly, and he is attractive."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

If this kind of person enters the entertainment circle, he can explode in minutes.

"Hey." He said, "You just said, smooth sailing?"

233 firmly denied, "...you heard wrong."

Fang Zhuo put down his mobile phone, turned around and nestled into the man's arms, it didn't matter to him whether it was going well or not, anyway, he now decided that the boss was just a poor little guy whose business failed.

The more I thought about it, the more distressed I became, so I hurriedly leaned forward and kissed her.

Jiang Luyan opened his eyes suddenly, and quickly tightened the arms on the young man's waist, and kissed him back on the spot.

Ten minutes later, Fang Zhuo's mouth regained its freedom, but the skin of his mouth felt numb, as if swollen.

Considering his leg pain, Jiang Luyan thoughtfully put away the idea of ​​continuing to train the youth to do the splits, and called the secretary to send two sets of clothes.

The secretary was frowning, "Mr. Jiang, are you really not going to the company?"

Jiang Luyan lowered his head and buttoned his cuffs, casually, "You Song can always handle it."

As early as two months ago, he had already anticipated today's situation, how to deal with the media, and what kind of rhetoric he should have. He had already explained to Vice President Song.

But the people below didn't know this, and really thought he really didn't care about the company.

Miss Secretary bit her lip, she was about to drop.

"I followed you all the way. We encountered so many difficulties along the way, didn't we all get through it? How can you give up just by giving up."

Isn't it just that the partner breaks the contract and withdraws the capital, and the bank turns back? Mr. Jiang is so powerful, he must be able to think of other ways to solve it.

Jiang Luyan glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and a narrow light fell on the floor.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, "Take a message back for me. If you want to stay, you can stay. If you want to leave, you can get financial severance pay. Tomorrow, Jiang's acquisition team will come over as scheduled for evaluation and negotiation."

"What if everyone wants to continue to follow you?" The secretary took out a letter from her pocket, which was filled with names, "This is everyone's signature."

She wiped away her tears and said with a sob, "If you want to continue to start a business, we are willing to continue to follow."

Jiang Luyan took it, stroking the thin paper with his thumb, "I see."

Miss Secretary was dumbfounded, and Mr. Jiang even smiled.

"Secretary Lin." Jiang Luyan said, "You can go."

"Oh, good." The secretary sniffed, picked up her bag and left in a hurry.

When passing the bathroom, he looked in through the crack of the door curiously, and happened to see a back full of marks.

She blushed, staggered and almost fell.

Fang Zhuo kept his ears pointed, and he didn't change his clothes until the door was closed and came out.

"Is Secretary Lin gone?"

"Let's go." Jiang Luyan walked over and buttoned his collar for him, "I have nothing but you now."

Fang Zhuo looked at him silently, "I will support you."

Jiang Luyan was stunned, and a hot current gushed out of his heart, which instantly flowed through his body, returned to his heart, and pressed it.

He suddenly felt that he had a home.

Jiang Luyan, "OK."

Fang Zhuo took the small schoolbag, and found a bank card from the innermost interlayer.

This prop is finally ready to be used.

He said, "Half the money in this is yours."

Jiang Luyan raised his eyebrows, and then he heard the young man say, "Half of it is mine, you can take it, I hope it can help you."

Fang Zhuo is also cautious, money is not important, the important thing is the heart.

Regardless of whether the boss is really bankrupt or not, this wave of goodwill must be stable.

"Half of it is mine?" Jiang Luyan wondered.

Fang Zhuo slapped his forehead, sat cross-legged on the sofa and began to tell a story.

Strange to say, he never dreamed of anything that happened after the earth soul came out of his body, except being intimate with Chen Jiu.

Knowing that this was the hard-earned money he earned from eating ghosts, Jiang Luyan was in a complicated mood, and there was an urgent thought in his mind——

I want to do a stomach wash.

"I'm very good at catching ghosts now. As long as I have business, I can make money very quickly."

The young man raised his head, and stuffed the card into the man's hand domineeringly, "We are a family now, so don't be polite to me. I know you will not be knocked down by this setback, and you will definitely stand up again. Money You don't have to worry about things, I will find a way, you just need to remember that I will support you behind you at any time."

After such a long list, Fang Zhuo was stunned.

I really didn't expect that there would be a day when he would stand up and call the shots and raise the boss.

Proud, excited, content, and a little bit adrift.

Jiang Luyan was dazed for a few seconds, put the card into the wallet, then took it out again, and stuffed it into the pocket of the suit lining.

Fang Zhuo pretended not to see his flustered and nervous movements, lest the boss be shy.

He secretly asked the system, "Has the relationship line increased?"

233 said, "It has risen, just now, it has risen to four stars."

Fang Zhuo was relieved that it was not in vain. He endured the heartache and contributed all his savings.

"What about the boss' plot line?"

"The remaining half are also lit up, now there are four."

According to the current identity of the boss, he will either become the head of the Jiang family or step on the Jiang family.

And these are obviously impossible to easily complete in a short period of time.

Before this, he must have done a lot of foreshadowing, and now he only needs to do the final netting.

A boss is a boss, this city is really not that deep.

Others thought that he just set up a small company, but in fact, there was an underground kingdom hidden under the small broken company.

Fang Zhuo resisted the urge to applaud, and looked at the opposite side, "I want to go back to Wuming Temple, how about you?"

Jiang Luyan, "I'm with you."

The two checked out and came to the parking lot. There was no luxury car in the parking space, only a small battery.

Jiang Luyan hooked the pink helmet hanging on the handlebar, and carefully put it on for the young man.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

The boss was really well prepared for this play, but he was wronged by his double-curved long legs.

In fact, the battery car is better than the battery car. When the car is jammed into a long queue, the small electric donkey shuttles flexibly, and it takes only half an hour to arrive at Wuming Temple.

The old man was wearing gloves and was cleaning the crude earthen jars that had just been taken back.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he took the time to raise his eyes, and what he saw was the wine in the hands of the cheap apprentice.

Then he turned his eyes to Jiang Luyan, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

With this face, one could tell that he was rich and powerful, and there seemed to be a lavender aura floating between his brows.

And the most rare thing is that the yang energy in the opponent's body is very strong, just enough to neutralize the yin energy in the silly apprentice.

The old man glanced at the cheap apprentice, and was amazed in his heart, this kid didn't know where his life came from, he came back from a dead body, and met a nobleman.

Not to mention anything else, just this yin-yang physique is suitable for two people to be together.

When people approached, the old man stood up holding the jar, "Come back when you come back, bring anything."

He said so, but his hand has already taken the wine.

Jiang Luyan, "Master."

"Hmph." The old man turned his head and left.

Halfway through, he looked back at the two of them, "What are you doing at the door, come in."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

This old man's temper is really awkward.

The old man was clear in his heart, knowing that Fang Zhuo must have something to do when he came back, he directly called him into the room alone.

"Tell me, it's because I can't read the book, or I can't use the magic weapon."

Who knew that the apprentice was fighting for his strength, he didn't have any questions about Taoism, the old man didn't believe it, he took several questions in a row, Fang Zhuo answered them fluently.

"I really didn't realize that you're quite smart." The old man's eyes sparkled, as if he had discovered a treasure.

Fang Zhuo immediately distributed half of Master's praise to the system, "Master praised you."

233 was overjoyed, "In the future, if you have something you can't remember or study thoroughly, leave it to me."

This is simply a good thing that fell from the sky, Fang Zhuo immediately reciprocated countless memes.

After finishing, he poured a cup of tea for the old man, "Master, do you know the previous head of the Bai family?"

The old man tightened his hand holding the teacup, "Bai San?"

"I don't know if it's called that name, but Bai Jinshan's father calls him Master."

"It's him." The old man was puzzled, "The old man died a long time ago, why do you ask him?"

Remembering that the book he gave contained the art of controlling ghosts, he put down his teacup heavily, "I gave you those books to let you know yourself and your enemy, not to learn those heresy ways to entrap others."

"I do not have!"

Seeing that the old man was going to beat someone, Fang Zhuo hugged his head, "The baby ghost that haunted me before was raised by Bai Jinshan with Jiang Hao's blood, and now it has lost its soul."

"I overheard the conversation between the two fathers and sons of the Bai family. The Bai Santao you mentioned didn't go to reincarnation."

When the old man heard it, his expression was even scarier than before, "You mean..."

Before he finished speaking, the man who had been guarding the courtyard stepped in and inserted himself between the master and the apprentice.

Jiang Luyan was tall and imposing, even the old man was taken aback for a moment.

Fang Zhuo grabbed the man's arm and poked his head out from behind him, "Master, he didn't want to beat me up."

Jiang Luyan's face softened a little, and he stood sideways with his arms folded, like a door god.

The old man was angry and funny, glared at him, turned his head and said to business, "Bai San was killed by the ghost he raised 20 years ago. No matter human or ghost, they don't like to be manipulated. Once they grow up, they want to be manipulated." Break free from control, Bai San is an example."

"What about after he dies?"

"We work together to strangle the ghost and seal it in the jar."

"Where's the jar?"

"I didn't know, the Bai family said they would take it back and bury it by themselves, so we walked away."

Fang Zhuo was stunned, and a coolness crept up his back. He suddenly remembered what the nurse said about fraudulent corpses in the morgue.

"Master..." He swallowed, his voice seemed to be stuck, and he had difficulty pronouncing it.

"Say what you have to say, and hesitate to do what."

"Will the jar be buried in Nanshan?"

The old man frowned, "Why do you say that?"

"The raised ghost either died violently or was killed by someone. He was full of hostility, and coupled with being restrained and suppressed for a long time, wouldn't he hate the breeder? Once he broke free from the restraint of the master, it shouldn't just kill people. Simple.

I remember the book said, "He who raises ghosts will be devoured by them." After killing a person, the ghost will devour the master's soul to strengthen itself, but Bai San's soul is still there..."

The old man was thoughtful and motioned for him to continue.

Fang Zhuo's voice trembled, "Master, did you see Bai Shan's soul flying away with your own eyes, or was he taken away by the seductress?"

"You mean, the Bai family didn't bury that jar back then, but threw it to Bai Laosan to eat?"

"Are you saying that the Bai family is directing and performing all of this?"

Fang Zhuo speculated, "Perhaps Bai San has realized that the ghost is out of control, so before the other party breaks free from the restraint, he first lifted the restraint, let him counterattack, and designed his own death, so as to mislead you to catch the ghost for him. The wounded ghost was weak, Bai San took the opportunity to eat it..."

The old man drooped his eyelids and fell silent.

What the silly apprentice said is not impossible, it is impossible for the ghost to fight back, it is not as simple as killing people.

If the Bai family is really acting, things will be serious.

After what happened to the Bai family, he was also injured, and he was really tired of the intrigue between the sects, so he chose to hide his name and choose to retire.

Unexpectedly, 20 years have passed, and the events of that year have been revealed again.

The old man sighed and asked, "What about Nanshan you just said?"

Fang Zhuo hurriedly told the little story he heard last night. After the old man finished listening, his face turned blue and white, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

A body without a soul cannot move by itself unless someone manipulates it.

The cheap apprentice is probably right.

"Tell me what you think." The old man looked over.

"I guess those corpses were secretly manipulated by the Bai family." Fang Zhuo touched the cold back of his neck, the goosebumps on his hands, and looked back at Jiang Luyan, trying to find a sense of security.

The man was also looking at him, his eyes were calm and powerful, which made people feel at ease.

He continued, "The uncremated corpses in the funeral home are basically just dead, and the resentment and hostility have not completely dissipated. This is a good snack for the vicious ghost."

"That's right." The old man sneered, "It's indeed a good way to keep Bai San's soul in the cemetery."

"But I don't understand." Fang Zhuo wondered, "He is alive and well, why did he kill himself?"

Old man, "put it to death and then live." This death is the death of the body, not the death of the body and soul.

He turned his head and looked out the window. The originally bright sun suddenly turned cloudy.

I am afraid that the world of this technique is about to change.

"Let's go, don't come back during this time." The old man rubbed his brows wearily, climbed onto the bed and began to meditate.

Fang Zhuo didn't say a word, and took the man who was acting as the background to the next room to pack up the books and things that might be needed.

Regarding the hidden boss who suddenly rushed to the front of the screen, he didn't know what to do. The 20-year-old ghost was probably harder to chew than dried old bacon.

This last star can only be lit if you risk your life.

Jiang Luyan has been in contact with at least a dozen warlocks over the years, and he knows a little bit about metaphysics.

He clasped the young man's hand and said in a serious tone, "Do you have to confront the other party?"

Fang Zhuo is suffering.

It wasn't something he could dodge by pretending he didn't know.

The small snacks in the cemetery are not enough for Mr. Bai. He wants to be resurrected, even immortal, at least to swallow thousands of ghosts.

The Bai family looked for Chen Jiu, probably to use his soul as an enemy.

Once the Yin Gathering Formation is completed, let alone Nanshan, the Yin Qi from all the cemeteries in nearby cities will be sucked in.

The more Fang Zhuo thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, and he couldn't help protesting to the system, "This is such a tough task, maybe one day I will lose my life."

How nice it is to dress up as a boss, to be popular, to drink spicy food, to give pointers to the world, and to be the protagonist of the bubble.

Just thinking about it can make you fly.

233, "I didn't expect this world to be like this. I will apply for rewards from my superiors according to the degree of difficulty."

Fang Zhuo felt weak, "If it's grease, it's free."

This thing is also pretty terrible to use.

233,"I will try my best to help you apply for practical things."

Fang Zhuo, "Thanks, brother."

While chatting, he suddenly realized that he was home.

Today is the weekend, and everyone in the shared house is there, watching a variety show in front of the TV.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, how many people look at each other, one is not too many and the other is not, who is opening the door with the key?

Turning their heads to look over, they found that it was a strange man who came in.

"Oh, no, I've seen this person before." One of the yellow-haired people whispered to the person next to him, "He seems to be a friend of that Chen..."

As soon as the words fell, Chen He walked out from behind the man.

When Fang Zhuo rented this house, the landlord said hello that he could not bring male and female friends or ordinary friends to share the house.

In order to prevent these people from making small reports, Fang Zhuo specially bought a lot of midnight snacks downstairs.

Those present were all experienced people, who understood in seconds, took the things with a smile and put them on the table.

Jiang Luyan has already experienced how small the youth's room is, especially the bed, which is too small to describe.

The two spent the whole night, either back to back or overlapping each other, and they didn't fall asleep with their arms around until the middle of the night.

The next day before dawn, Fang Zhuo got up to read a book.

He is going to fight monsters soon, he has to hold on to the buddha's feet and learn more, otherwise he will lose his life if he is not careful.

At that time, I don't know if I can come back, but the boss will definitely cry.

Looking down at the man who was hugging his waist and sleeping soundly, he couldn't help sighing, "Brother Ah San, why do you think the boss is so handsome, just the eyelashes are unscientific."

233,"Because he is the protagonist."

Fang Zhuo was upset, and put the book on his lap, "I am also the protagonist in this world."

233, "You are the second protagonist, and your appearance is a little lower."

"I don't." Fang Zhuo said, "I'm already at a disadvantage in terms of plot line numbers, so you find a way to make me handsome."

233,"This really won't work."

"Oh." Fang Zhuo replied dryly, picked up the book on his lap, and threw it at the foot of the bed.

It means that I don't learn anything anymore, and when the Bai family comes, I die with both hands.

233 had a headache and compromised, "In the next world, I will give you the most beautiful woman in the world."

With a good-looking face, it might be easier to capture the target.

Fang Zhuo's eyes lit up, his face almost died from laughter.

Around eight o'clock, the phone on the table rang suddenly, it was Jiang Luyan's cell phone.

He pushed the man to wake up, "You call."

Jiang Luyan opened his eyelids to take a look, and kissed the young man's soft belly through his clothes.

Fang Zhuo faintly heard that the other party was speaking in English, which was great, he couldn't understand a single word.

He simply lifted the quilt out of bed and entered the narrow bathroom.

Just halfway through peeing, the man came in.

The bathroom is ridiculously small and can only accommodate one person. Fang Zhuo didn't want to continue playing the overlapping game, so he quickly shook it a few times and stuffed it back into his pants.

Jiang Luyan hung up the phone, walked behind the young man, and pinched his zipper hand.

"I'm going out in the morning, will you come with me?"

The man's chin was resting on his shoulders, and the breath of his voice brushed against his skin like a feather.

Fang Zhuo trembled sensitively, struggled with his fingers a few times, but did not struggle away.

He gave up resisting and looked at the ceiling, "Help me pull it up."

Jiang Luyan kissed him on the neck, like magic, with many sapphire cufflinks in his hand.

Then he unscrewed the H-button on the waist of the young man's trousers with his bare hands, and put on the cufflinks, "See how you put it on?"

Fang Zhuo's head was covered with cold sweat. For a moment, he thought it was a meeting gift prepared by the man for his brother.

He nodded hastily, "I remember."

The man did not let go of his trouser waist, and continued to move his fingers to make the cuff buttons tighter. He bit the young man's ear and said, "Don't lose it. I'll check it when I get back."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

So he didn't enjoy stacking Arhats last night, so he went crazy early in the morning.

However, the crazier is yet to come.