Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

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

"What's going on?" Looking at the half-dead man on the hospital bed, Duan Congyan frowned slightly, his expression inadvertently stern.

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

"Say." Duan Congyan said impatiently.

Having been brothers with Duan Congyan for more than ten years, how could Han Daqin not know that Duan Congyan was angry, and he quickly said: "I, I just can't understand the Xie family father and son, the old bluffing and cheating, the young one fighting Acting recklessly with your momentum..."

What he was talking about was some time ago, when Xie Bowen interrupted the legs of a drunk investor who wanted to take advantage of him at the movie celebration banquet. .In order to suppress this matter, Duan Congyan paid a considerable price, the cash he sent out alone was no less than 500 million.

Speaking of this, Han Daqin shrank his neck, and his voice became weaker: "So, I, I want to teach him a lesson. I just said that things are not going well recently, and I want to ask him to help see if there is something wrong with the Feng Shui at home. ...then found a few people pretending to be ghosts to scare him..."

Speaking of this, Han Daqin felt lingering fear: "How could I have imagined that the fake ghost would become a real ghost in the end...the fake Taoist priest also became a real Taoist priest..."

As he said that, Han Daqin turned his head to look at Meng Zezhi who was on the hospital bed, unexpectedly meeting a pair of deep eyes, his face froze.

Meng Zezhi smiled but didn't smile: "Hehe!"

Han Daqin became even more timid, his face changed faster than turning the pages of a book, he moved to the side of the hospital bed with a flattering face: "Uncle Xie, you woke up, how do you feel, do you want some water?"

"En." Meng Zezhi snorted lightly, adults don't remember villains.

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

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

Smelling the faint scent of cologne coming towards his face, Meng Zezhi raised his eyebrows inadvertently. He didn't expect that the stepfather of the gold master was still a beauty——

Thinking of this, he had a slightly strange expression on his face.

Could it be that he became frivolous because of the influence of his predecessor?

Meng Zezhi looked solemn, and by the time he realized it, he had already sat up with Duan Congyan's hand.

He said, "Thank you."

Duan Congyan raised his eyelids.

Xie Guangsheng is a smart person, otherwise he would not be able to live the life he is living in.

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

He is not dissatisfied with this, after all, his purpose of approaching Duan Congyan has never been pure.

For this 'job', Xie Guangsheng performed with ease.It's just that people cooperate with Duan Congyan to perform, and people respect each other like guests.

It's just that under the eaves, when Xie Guangsheng faced Duan Congyan, he always showed a little bit of flattery and restraint. It was the first time he saw Duan Congyan in such a serious manner.

How to put it, coupled with the other party's steady appearance now, it unexpectedly fits his eyes.

Thinking of this, Duan Congyan was slightly taken aback.

How could he suddenly have such an idea.

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

After drinking half a glass of water, Meng Zezhi breathed a sigh of relief, as if remembering something, he asked, "By the way, how did you go with the things I arranged for you before I fell into a coma?"

"You mean that starlet named Lu Huaijin?" Han Daqin cheered up and said, "I didn't dare to mess around, so I just found a crew in a poor country, invested a sum of money, and asked the director to fuck the male lead." , and stuffed him in."

"What crew?" Meng Zezhi frowned 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" is less than 300 million, it has set a global box office of 15 billion yuan like a dark horse a few months later, and sent the film's leading actor to the Golden Rooster Award in one fell swoop The throne of the actor.

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

It's just that this way, it seems that I feel a little sorry for the original hero of the movie, and I have to find an opportunity to make up for him in the future.

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

"No, there's nothing wrong with it." Meng Zezhi came back to his senses: "You've done a good job."

Han Daqin immediately felt relieved, hesitated for a while, and finally asked hesitantly: "Uncle Xie, you said before that if Lu Huaijin is not sent away, our lives will be in danger. What do you mean? Also, that Before she died, the female ghost said that her master would definitely avenge her, and none of me, your son, and Wan Ziqing could live, what does that mean?"

There was nothing to hide about the matter, so Meng Zezhi simply told the truth: "Do you still remember Wan Zihuai?"

Han Daqin couldn't help frowning: "Remember, he used to be an artist in my company. He was very talented and good-looking. The company originally planned to praise him as the first brother, but the company just paved the way for him. , people are gone..."

As soon as the scumbag died, he and Wan Ziqing's murder of Wan Zihuai was revealed by the old ghost. Although Han Daqin knew that this was most likely the truth of Wan Zihuai's sudden death, for the sake of the company's interests, he still sent someone to He poured dirty water on Wan Zihuai.

"Lu Huaijin is Wan Zihuai, he has been reborn." Meng Zezhi said.

"What?" Han Daqin's mouth was half-opened, his eyes were wide open, and his face was disbelieving: "Re-birth?"

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

Thinking of this, he instantly calmed down.

Meng Zezhi continued: "Wan Zihuai is accompanied by a hundred-year-old ghost, who is his dark marriage partner. The woman in red who wanted to kill you before is his subordinate."

Han Daqin immediately figured out the crux of the problem: "It's because I let people pour dirty water on Wan Zihuai, so he wants to kill me?"

Meng Zezhi nodded.

"Hold--"

Don't look at Han Daqin's low profile and flattery in order to save his life at the moment. He looks very talkative, but he can't hide the fact that he is a grumpy person in his bones.

Han Daqin didn't hide his capitalist face, he said bitterly: "Can you blame me? What kind of thing was He Mingyuan (a scumbag) back then? Apart from being able to see his face, he had to be gifted without talent, spiritual without spirituality, He is still a man with a lofty heart, and the company has no intention of praising him at all. It is Wan Zi who thinks he is cheap, so he has to take resources to join He Mingyuan (a scumbag), and the company beat him for it... Blindly raising a white-eyed wolf, I don't blame him for causing the company to evaporate [-] million in market value for nothing, but he dares to blame me for pouring dirty water on him?"

Thinking of the fact that he was almost strangled to death by the woman in red before, 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 man?" It's just an old ghost. Afterwards, I will report back."

Meng Zezhi lowered his eyes slightly: "Uncle Xie, I'm just a half-hearted Taoist priest. One of the hundred-year-old ghost's subordinates tossed me into such a state. Do you think I can deal with him now?"

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

Meng Zezhi thought for a while, and suggested: "Either, you can find some masters in this field and come back to see if you can accept him. It would be best if you can accept him; otherwise, you just have to wait—— "

"Wait?"

"Yes," Meng Zezhi nodded, "don't startle him, wait until I recover from my injury, and then take care of him slowly."

"Understood." Han Daqin had an idea in an instant, and then seemed to remember something, 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 pinch mark left on his neck by the woman in red.

Meng Zezhi looked at it and said, "It's not a big deal for Yin Qi to enter the body. Go back and apply lard mixed with chili powder for a day, and just get more sun."

"Okay, okay," Han Daqin said quickly, and after a while, he asked hesitantly, "But, Uncle Xie, how do you know so much?"

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

"Then you before?"

"I didn't get it before, but when I was hunted down by a ghost in your house, it was a critical moment of life and death, and I suddenly got it."

"So that's the case." Han Daqin was dubious.

"By the way," Meng Zezhi said, "I have one more thing, please help me."

"Whatever, just say it!" Han Daqin said, patting his chest.

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

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