Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

On the other side, Hejia Village, Bian Province and County, where the crew of "Far Mountain" is located.

After filming today's scene, it happened to be around two o'clock in the afternoon.

Back to the residence arranged by the crew, I opened the door and saw that there was a familiar food box on the table.

Wan Zihuai's eyes lit up, half of the fatigue of the day was gone, he asked with a smile: "What are you preparing for today?"

After finishing speaking, a cloudy wind blew, a pair of warm hands pressed against his shoulders, and began to massage gently.

Having been together for more than three months, Wan Zihuai had already gotten used to Li Wenhuan's touch. He closed his eyes and felt a steady stream of warmth flowing from Li Wenhuan's palm into his body. All the fatigue and fatigue in my heart were washed away by this warm current.

Only then did Li Wenhuan speak: "There are eight-treasure duck and glutinous rice cakes that you like to eat, as well as black-bone chicken soup with ginseng dates."

Li Wenhuan was handsome, with long eyebrows like willows, body like a jade tree, straight nose, dark and deep eyes, all of which exuded a sense of nobility and elegance.

He is standing here, shining brightly in the shabby tile-roofed house.

Wan Zihuai drank the chicken soup and bit the glutinous rice cakes, feeling an unprecedented sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart.

The crew of "Far Mountain" was very poor, and the investment was only 300 million. Because of the needs of the plot, the filming location was chosen in Hejia Village, which is located in the deep mountains and old forests.

Villages in the deep mountains often have two things in common, one is poor, and the other is far away from towns.

Thanks to "Gong Lue", Wan Zihuai has gathered a group of good quality fans after his rebirth.As the only well-known actor in the crew, he was given preferential treatment as a matter of course. Although this preferential treatment can only live in a tile-roofed house alone, it is also more crowded than other crew members. Much stronger.

It takes one day to go back and forth from Hejia Village to the nearest town. Although the production crew organizes a weekly outing to purchase, but in summer, fresh meat is inconvenient to store, so most of the purchases come back with some full-fledged and cheap dry food. .

When the rest of the crew were still struggling with instant noodles, compressed biscuits, canned food... Wan Zihuai, who was able to enjoy a hearty extra meal every day.

All this comes from Li Wenhuan's meticulous care of him.

Wan Zihuai is very satisfied with his current life.

Li Wenhuan saved his life.

He disliked Li Wenhuan's cold touch, and his body became hot the next day.

He said he didn't like Li Wenhuan's misbehavior, and he changed it slowly.

Li Wenhuan also helped him avenge half of his revenge...

In his previous life, he was busy filming and soliciting resources for He Mingyuan (a scumbag), and he didn't dare to relax for a moment.Only in this life did he know how good it feels to be held in the palm of someone's hand.

Thinking about it this way, the bad thing that Li Wenhuan forced him to be with him at the beginning seems to be nothing worth mentioning.

In addition, he is now starring in "Far Mountain", and he thinks that his acting skills are not worse than the original male lead. He expects that this year's Golden Rooster Award Best Actor laureate will be easily won.

Prosperous in love and work, Wan Zihuai is full of longing for the future.

After eating, and reading the script for a while, the director's voice came from outside the door: "Huaijin, the hot water is ready."

"Okay." Wan Zihuai replied, got up and went out, and went to the big kitchen of the crew to fetch a bucket of hot water and came back.

As soon as he entered the room, he was hugged by Li Wenhuan. Li Wenhuan bit his ear and said in a seductive voice, "Let's wash together."

Wan Zihuai blushed instantly.

After all, he is a hundred-year-old ghost, and Li Wenhuan's skills are naturally not to be mentioned. The bath was literally transferred from the bathtub to the dining table, then from the dining table to the wall, and finally from the wall to the bed.

Just when the two were about to reach the peak, Li Wenhuan's body suddenly became cold, like ice biting the bone, and Wan Zihuai immediately softened after being stimulated.

He trembled: "Li, Li Wenhuan."

Li Wenhuan slowly let go of his grip on the bed sheet, and then resisted the urge to let go.Just because there is no neutralization of anger, his things can kill Wan Zihuai half of his life.

Only then did Li Wenhuan realize that Wan Zihuai was already covered in goose bumps from the cold.

He hurriedly left Wan Zihuai, pulled the thin quilt aside and wrapped him tightly.

After finally recovering his breath, Wan Zihuai was a little dissatisfied: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." A dark light flashed in Li Wenhuan's eyes, but with a smile on his face, he comforted him: "There is something wrong with your body, but it's not serious, so you don't have to worry."

Speaking, through the thin quilt, he reached out and grabbed 'Wan Zihuai', and then said hoarsely: "Continue."

Wan Zihuai, who was full of doubts at first, was brought into the abyss of desire by him in an instant, how can he remember what he thought just now.

The clouds cleared and the rain dispersed.

When Wan Zihuai fell into a deep sleep, Li Wenhuan raised his head and looked towards the corner of the wall. His voice was piercing and murderous: "Go, see what happened."

He wants to see who dares to break ground on Tai Sui.

"Yes." An ethereal voice came from the corner of the wall, and the air distorted for a moment before returning to tranquility.

……

Five companies in a row went down, and Xie Bowen's account had an extra 300 million.

Coming out of Mr. Zhao's house of Tianjian Group, Meng Zezhi seemed to have remembered something. He put away his folding fan, turned around and said to Xie Bowen: "By the way, remember to donate half of this money. Your father and I want to make merits now. Before How much money I lied to others, now I have to pay it back eighty or ninety times, so that I can feel more at ease."

"Okay." Xie Bowen agreed, which is also the main reason why he put all his energy into doing charity after becoming famous.

He said, "Dad, are we going home now?"

Meng Zezhi looked up, thought for a while, and said: "It's still early, let's go to the antique street, the yellow talisman paper and cinnabar at home are almost used up."

"Okay." Xie Bowen listened to his father now.

It is said to go to the Antique Street, but to be precise, it is to go to the Qiling Pavilion on the Antique Street that specializes in selling various magic weapons.

Xie Guangsheng is a regular customer of his family. Meng Zezhi bought the mahogany sword that was discarded by the woman in red in order to save Han Daqin before, and it cost Xie Guangsheng nearly 10 yuan.

——Later, Han Daqin compensated Meng Zezhi for his family's Longquan sword worth 600 million yuan in the Ming Dynasty.

Seeing the person coming, the shopkeeper immediately came out from the counter: "Hey, isn't this Master Xie, what are you here today to buy?"

"Shopkeeper Song." Meng Zezhi cupped his hands in salute, and then said, "Please bring me two boxes of cinnabar and ten stacks of yellow talisman papers, both of which are the best."

Shopkeeper Song narrowed his eyes, and said with a smile: "Master Xie, this is a big deal, such a big deal?"

You must know that the things in his house are not cheap, you get what you pay for, the best quality cinnabar, with a clearly marked price of [-] boxes, and [-] stacks of yellow talisman paper.

On weekdays, what Meng Zezhi buys the most is 1000 yuan a box of inferior cinnabar.

It was the first time that this casual mouthful was worth 9 yuan.

"Almost." Meng Zezhi waved his fan, his face flushed.

Shopkeeper Song saw it, and instantly had an idea in his heart. He greeted the staff: "Xiao Wu, go to the cabinet in my room and get two boxes of cinnabar and ten stacks of yellow talisman paper."

"Yes." The man answered hurriedly.

After finishing speaking, Shopkeeper Song personally poured a cup of tea for Meng Zezhi, and said, "Master Xie, can you return the mahogany sword you asked for from me before?"

"Not bad." Meng Zezhi replied truthfully, not knowing why: "Why?"

Shopkeeper Song said with a smile: "I got another good baby here some time ago. I wonder if Master Xie is interested."

"Baby?" Meng Zezhi raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Bring me to see."

"Hey." Shopkeeper Song immediately took a wooden box from the shelf behind the counter, opened it and placed it in front of Meng Zezhi.

"I received this big seal from an old man some time ago. According to him, he dug it out of a dilapidated earth temple."

Meng Zezhi picked it up and saw that there was a palm-sized copper seal with six big characters "Wu County Land God Seal" engraved on it.

Meng Zezhi raised his eyebrows: "Is this true?"

"How can it be? At best, it is just a decoration in the temple, but it is a genuine antique. Things from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, at least they have been incensed in the temple for five or sixty years. Otherwise, there would be such a stirrup. Bright precious light." Shopkeeper Song opened his eyes and said nonsense: "This kind of treasure is perfect for setting up battle formations."

What bright precious light, Meng Zezhi looked more like a new product that just came out of the factory not long ago.

Shopkeeper Song is taking him for a fool.

Meng Zezhi really guessed right. When the item first arrived in Shopkeeper Song's hands, it was full of aura. The happy shopkeeper Song ignored the fact that the item was too new, and said that he had picked up a big mistake.

As a result, within a few days, at the moment when Shopkeeper Song was about to sell the seal at a high price, the aura on the seal dissipated in front of the customer...

As a matter of course, the business has gone bad, not only that, but in just one week, the aura on the seal has been dissipated.

At this moment, Shopkeeper Song only thought that someone was plotting against him behind his back, and the purpose was naturally to defraud him.

He recognized it with a single eye, but the loss of more than a million yuan in vain made him feel very distressed. At this time, Meng Zezhi came to the door.

Could he not know what kind of guy Xie Guangsheng is? He doesn't know anything about metaphysics, so it would be best to let him take over.

Although he knew Shopkeeper Song didn't have any good ideas, but Meng Zezhi liked this seal more and more. In the dark, he had the illusion that if he didn't buy it, he would regret it. .

Meng Zezhi always believed in his sixth sense. After thinking for a while, he pretended to be serious and stroked the beard on his chin, and said, "It's indeed a good thing. I don't know what price shopkeeper Song wants to sell it for." ?”

Shopkeeper Song was overjoyed, and quickly stretched out two fingers.

Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes slightly: "20?"

"How can it be, such a good thing, you add a zero."

Meng Zezhi looked disappointed: "It's too expensive, I can't afford it, forget it, shopkeeper Song, let's pay for the cinnabar and talisman paper."

"Don't," Shopkeeper Song said hastily, "Isn't it all about extortionate prices in this business, and pay back the money on the ground. Since you like it, you might as well talk about the price first. I think it's suitable or not."

Meng Zezhi looked at him, then at the seal in the box, with a look of reluctance, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "80, I can give 80 at most."

80?

You must know that he spent a full 120 million yuan when he received this seal, so he would have to pay 40 yuan in compensation.

Shopkeeper Song said: "No, this price is too low, Master Xie, why don't you add more?"

Meng Zezhi shook his head: "For this price, if I buy this thing back, I may not be able to use it in the future!"

This is true.

But Shopkeeper Song was still not reconciled: "How about you add another 40 to 120 million, and I will buy this seal for you."

Meng Zezhi did not hesitate: "80, buy it now, if you can do it, you can do it, if you can't do it, you can't do it."

Hearing what he said, Shopkeeper Song knew that it was impossible for Meng Zezhi to increase the price.

His face was full of pain, 80 would be 80, and paying 40 would be better than paying 120 million. If Meng Zezhi ran away, it would be a real loss.

He immediately said: "Okay, 80 is 80."

Fearing that Meng Zezhi would go back on his word, Shopkeeper Song completed the transaction with him as quickly as possible.

"Then let's go back first, shopkeeper Song, remember to tell me if you have something good next time." Meng Zezhi was in a good mood.

"No problem." Shopkeeper Song was not in a bad mood.

After leaving the Qiling Pavilion, Meng Zezhi smiled lightly and said, "Okay, let's go back."

"Ah."

Unexpectedly, when they turned a corner, a group of people came out of an antique shop in a mighty manner.

"Wait, brother," a middle-aged man with a beer belly headed by a tall and thin man pointed at Xie Bowen and said, "Is that Xie Bowen?"

Hearing this name, the middle-aged man with a beer belly looked in the direction he was pointing at, his pupils narrowed, and he spat on the ground: "Damn, it really is."

As he said that, a stern look flashed in his eyes: "Go, follow."

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