Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

As soon as the paper figurine shattered, Hou Weiren felt tight in his chest, his old face was flushed, and then he clutched his heart and spit out a ball of dirty blood. The blood was not exactly the paper figurine he swallowed before. of cardboard.

At the same time, there was only a bang, and the Sanqing bell in Hu Mingshan's hand was cut into two pieces at the waist, and the mouth part of the bell fell to the ground, and there was another crisp sound.

"Old man, old man..." The Hou family saw them and stretched out their hands in a hurry. The Hou family was in a precarious time. If anything happened to Hou Weiren, the sky of the Hou family would really collapse.

"It's okay, it's okay." Hou Weiren took a rough breath. He pointed to the blood stains on the ground, looked at Hu Mingshan, and said anxiously, "Master Hu, what's going on?"

Hu Mingshan calmed down the blood surging around his body, and a look of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

This unwillingness is not aimed at Meng Zezhi's tyranny, but the generous reward promised by the Hou family.

He sighed and said, "Then Xie Guangsheng refused to give up."

Hearing this, Hou Weiren's face turned ashen. He barely suppressed the anger in his heart, and said with a hint of pleading, "Master Hu, is there really no other way?"

Hu Mingshan shook his head: "Forgive Hu for his inability to do anything."

When did his Hou family suffer such humiliation? All the Hou family members present were furious, and the young man supporting Hou Weiren immediately said angrily: "Master Hu, you are also a master of the famous town after all, and you shrink your head and tail when you encounter problems." , aren’t you afraid of being laughed at if you spread the word?”

Hu Mingshan's face was pulled down in an instant, it was not so easy to provoke him.

In the past, considering the power of the Hou family, he would not be able to give the Hou family a little bit of favor, but now, the Hou family is in dire straits, whether it can be preserved or not is another matter. It really pissed him off, and he didn't mind pouring it on the fire. Oil.

Probably also aware of this, Hou Weiren immediately scolded: "What are you talking about, can you criticize Master Hu? Hurry up and apologize to Master Hu."

The young man's expression was reluctance, but because of Hou Weiren's words, he had to say: "Sorry..."

"Okay," Hu Mingshan interrupted him, cupped his hands at Hou Weiren and said, "Old man, I've said everything I need to say, and I've done everything I need to do. Hu did his best, so farewell!"

"Master Hu——" Hou Weiren looked unwilling, but Hu Mingshan had already made it clear that he didn't want to get involved in this muddy water, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "Housekeeper, send Master Hu to me, and then add 200 yuan to Master Hu's account." Ten thousand."

"The old man is polite."

For the sake of the 200 million, Hu Mingshan said kindly: "If the old man wants to keep the Hou family, you might as well listen to me. I can't convince Xie Guangsheng. It's because I have never met him before, so what I say is naturally not enough weight." .If you can invite someone with weight to make peace, there may be room for things to turn around."

Hou Weiren's face was livid, unmoved.

Just at this moment, the middle-aged man on his right hung up the phone in his hand, with a panicked expression on his face: "Master, Uncle Zhao called, the boss was taken away by the discipline inspectors."

The boss he was talking about was Hou Wanhua's brother, the current head of the Hou family, Hou Wancheng.

"What?" Hou Weiren turned pale with shock: "What's going on?"

After Hou Ting (the son of Hou Wancheng, the one reported by his mistress) had an accident, in order to prevent him from implicating other members of the Hou family, Hou Weiren sent someone to destroy the evidence of Hou Ting's acceptance of bribes as quickly as possible.

The middle-aged man looked strange: "It is said that when the boss and sister-in-law were discussing the matter of Hou Ting, Xiao Chu was there for some reason, holding sister-in-law's mobile phone, and the phone was connected to 110..."

Xiaochu is the son of Hou Ting, who is four years old this year.

How could there be such a coincidence?

Hou Weiren's face cracked immediately, he was covering his chest, his palms followed his chest violently heaving, almost out of breath.

"Old man, old man..." The middle-aged man quickly stretched out his hand to soothe his back.

The young man said anxiously: "Old man, what do you think we should do next?"

The surrounding Hou family all echoed: "Yes, old man, Hou Ting folded in, the second uncle lost two legs, and now the uncle has also been arrested... If something happens to the Hou family, it will really be over. "

Hearing this, Hou Weiren suddenly grasped the middle-aged man's hand.

The middle-aged man was in pain: "Master?"

Hou Weiren took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "Prepare for a gift!"

When Mr. Han came to the door with his things, Meng Zezhi was cooking.

Han Daqin opened the door and stared slightly when he saw someone coming, "Grandpa?"

"Didn't you go abroad? Why are you here?" Mr. Han was a little surprised.

Perhaps the family members were worried that Han Daqin did not tell them that he was being targeted by the ghost.

Therefore, when Mr. Han asked, Han Daqin could only say vaguely: "I just came back, and I have something to discuss with Cong Yan."

Mr. Han just asked this casually, and didn't take it seriously. He came here on business: "By the way, thank you... Is Daoist Xie here?"

"Yes, yes." Han Daqin turned sideways and let Mr. Han in.

Hearing the movement, Meng Zezhi reached out to turn off the gas, took off his apron, and left the kitchen.

"Master Han." Meng Zezhi greeted.

Mr. Han cupped his hands to salute, and said politely: "Thank you, Daoist."

"Please sit down." Meng Zezhi's eyes fell on the gift box carried by the bodyguards behind Mr. Han, and he paused: "Mr. Han, are you here today, what's the matter?"

Xie Bowen made tea and brought it over.

Mr. Han reached out to pick it up, put it on the tea table, and said, "I've been entrusted by someone to be a lobbyist."

Speaking of this, Mr. Han expressed emotion. Three months ago, Xie Bowen broke Hou Wanhua's leg, and he was the lobbyist at Hou's house.

Who would have thought that three months later, he would still be the lobbyist, but the Hou family would be the humble one, and he really obeyed the saying that Feng Shui turns around.

"The Hou family?" Han Daqin exclaimed in shock.

"Yes."

As he said, Mr. Han took a stack of documents from the bodyguard and divided them into two halves. He put the documents in his left hand on the tea table and pushed them to Meng Zezhi: "This is what Hou Wanhua was compensated from Yandai Bowen. The Hou family will repay twice as much now."

Then he pushed the document in his right hand over: "This is the Hou family's apology to Bowen, including a villa on the South Third Ring Road, a sports car, three facades on the People's Square and [-]% of Dongfeng Entertainment One's shares, the Hou family guarantees that these things come from the right way."

Dongfeng Entertainment is Xie Bowen's owner.

The value of these things will not be less than 5000 million RMB.

Meng Ze knew but smiled and said nothing.

Mr. Han didn't feel embarrassed either. He came here with a prepared draft: "That is to say, thank you, Daoist, for driving the Hou family into such a situation, but I still want to say a few words. This centipede is dead but not stiff." , The Hou family is powerful, not just talk, the management of the four generations of the Hou family, just the three items of in-laws, fellow countrymen, and fellow clans, have been implicated in more than a quarter of the forces in the capital."

"So don't look at the Hou family being in dire straits now, but if the Hou family is really in a hurry, he will naturally have thousands of ways to kill you. Thank you, Daoist, you are very capable, so naturally you are not afraid, but there are always things that you can't take care of. For example, blog posts, or Cong Yan..."

Mr. Han went as far as he could, which is why he was willing to be the Hou family's lobbyist.

Meng Zezhi had studied the knowledge of two lifetimes, and it was the first time that he played tricks.

He had to admit that what Mr. Han said made sense.

Only Mr. Han continued: "The Hou family promises that as long as Daoist Xie stops, the Hou family will only treat this matter as never happened, and will never retaliate against Daoist Xie afterwards."

Meng Zezhi didn't believe this, but he still said: "Since you have mentioned this, old man, then I will accept these things as a way to save face for you!"

"Okay." Mr. Han smiled openly, "Then look——"

Meng Zezhi raised his chin at Xie Bowen: "Go, turn off the faucet above the sink."

Xie Bowen did as he said.

Only then did Meng Zezhi say: "Okay, Mr. Han, let's forget about the Hou family's affairs."

Mr. Han didn't expect Meng Zezhi to be so talkative. He couldn't help but feel the wind when he left.

When the person completely disappeared at the gate, Xie Bowen said anxiously: "Dad, are you really letting the Hou family go just like that?"

He didn't believe a word of the promises made by the Hou family.

"Don't worry," Meng Zezhi glanced at the things on the coffee table, stroked the beard on his chin, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your dad is smart!"

Blame him for being too aggressive. Although the effect was good, it angered the Hou family.

"Go, clean out all the little candle figurines in the sink, and bury them on the shore of the man-made lake in the community."

"How to say?" Xie Bowen's spirit lifted.

Meng Zezhi grabbed his fan and patted his palms: "For our safety, the Hou family must not stay, but let's not provoke the Hou family. If this is the case, then take your time. The best effect is the Hou family." The family was defeated little by little, and they didn't know it was us who did it until they died."

Meng Zezhi's original intention was to vent his anger on Xie Bowen's behalf, but he never thought that things would develop into what they are now.