Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

It was already midnight when the two returned home.

Meng Zezhi pushed open the bedroom door, the bedside light was on, and Duan Congyan was still awake.

"I'm back." Hearing the sound, Duan Congyan put down the book in his hand.

This scene is very similar to the scene where the wife waits for her husband to come home.

Meng Zezhi said warmly, "Haven't slept yet?"

"Well," Duan Congyan's eyes flickered, and he said, "I don't have to go to work tomorrow, so it doesn't matter if I go to bed later."

Sure it wasn't because he wasn't there that he couldn't sleep!

Meng Zezhi had a smile in his eyes, and without poking him, he just said, "I'm going to take a bath."

"Ah."

When Meng Zezhi packed up his changed clothes and went into the bathroom, Duan Congyan rubbed his red ears when he heard the sound of water dripping in his ears, and his eyes fell on the folding fan that Meng Zezhi casually placed on the bedside table.

When Meng Zezhi came out of the bathroom, Duan Congyan was already lying down.

He found a hair dryer to dry his hair, then walked to the bed, lifted the quilt, lay down and hugged Duan Congyan's waist, put his head on his neck, and sniffed.

The hot and humid breath hit the skin, and the numbness spread from the neck to the soles of the feet. Duan Congyan curled up his toes, and his breathing was slightly chaotic.

With his beautiful wife in his arms, Meng Zezhi was satisfied, and even the fatigue of the day was gone. He asked, "By the way, is your wrist feeling better?"

Duan Congyan tried his best to keep his tone calm, and said slowly: "Fortunately, the swelling has subsided. The doctor said that acupuncture and moxibustion can be done in two days."

Having said that, he pursed his lips.

A hundred days of injury to his muscles and bones is equivalent to losing a hundred days of meat in one fell swoop.

However, Meng Zezhi teased him from time to time without knowing it. Isn't this just scratching the surface, the more itching the more itching!

Meng Zezhi didn't know how Duan Congyan arranged him in his heart at this moment, he said, "I will go with you when the time comes."

"Yeah." Duan Congyan snorted lightly, instantly feeling better.

It's so cloudy and cloudy (so coaxing)!

"Go to sleep," Meng Zezhi yawned slightly, "It's already so late."

"Yeah." Duan Congyan turned over and fell into Meng Zezhi's arms, finding a comfortable position and closing his eyes.

After getting the word, Meng Zezhi raised his hand and turned off the bedside lamp.

When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.

"What do you want for breakfast, I'll make it for you." Meng Zezhi kissed Duan Congyan's forehead.

The drowsiness in Duan Congyan's mind dissipated in an instant. He pretended to be calm and said casually, "Pumpkin porridge and carrot omelette."

Meng Zezhi thought for a while: "Let's get some more bacon and soft-boiled eggs."

Nutritionally balanced, just right.

As he said that, he got up and got out of bed, and said, "Sleep for a while."

"En." Duan Congyan agreed, and silently turned his back.

Meng Ze knew he was there, so he went straight into the bathroom.

About a quarter of an hour later, he came out of the shower, habitually took the mobile phone next to the pillow with one hand, and grabbed the folding fan on the bedside table with the other.

The moment Meng Ze touched the folding fan, he sensed something strange.

How to say, the feel is not right, the size is not right——

He lowered his head, and the familiar sandalwood fan bones turned into beautifully patterned merlu bamboo.

If you unfold it again, you will find that the front is still a painting of ink and bamboo, while the regular script of Mr. Liu Jiasheng on the back has become Mr. Wu Shanzhang's copy of Mi Fu's "Tianma Fu".

Meng Zezhi looked at the fan in his hand several times, and his eyes fell on the bedside table. He remembered that he put the fan here last night.

Thoughtful, he moved his gaze upwards to look at Duan Congyan, who was facing away from him. His eyes touched his red ears hidden under the quilt, and he realized.

Meng Zezhi laughed, his heart was in a mess, he opened his fan, fanned the wind, and said in a low and magnetic voice, "That's right."

Duan Congyan buried half of his face in the pillow, and replied in a muffled voice, "Yes."

Meng Zezhi and others had just finished breakfast when Han Daqin's assistant came.

He said: "Boss, "Far Mountain" is finished, and Lu Huaijin will fly to the capital tomorrow afternoon."

The atmosphere was so solemn that Han Daqin and the others sat up straight in an instant, and all looked at Meng Zezhi.

Meng Zezhi put down the water glass in his hand and calmly said, "Don't be afraid, just do as I tell you. But these days, you don't want to go out anymore."

"Okay." Han Daqin nodded solemnly. He stretched out his hand and touched his neck. He had no choice but to be prepared when life and death were at stake.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when the plane arrived in the capital.

Before getting off the plane, the manager specifically instructed: "The company arranged for you to pick up fans and reporters, and perform well later."

"Hmm." Wan Zihuai nodded.

It is perfectly normal for a brokerage company to arrange for fans to pick up a celebrity, especially a small celebrity. Taking him as an example, the drama "Gong Lue" that can be sold at present is the drama "Gong Lue", which has a million followers on Weibo and three points The second is the zombie fans bought by the company, and three-quarters of the remaining third are wall fans, and there are only a handful of die-hard fans.

There is no shortage of celebrities in the entertainment circle. If you don't pay attention, fans will climb the wall, let alone someone like him who disappeared in front of people for nearly two months because he was going to make a movie.

So at this time, it is necessary to increase his exposure rate in front of the public, and arrange for fans to pick him up, and then bribe reporters to publish a few reports, which is not out of the ordinary and can achieve his goal, which is perfect.

Of course, these fans who were arranged to pick up the plane were basically not real fans, but hired by the company. He remembered that when he died, these fake fans were paid two hundred for screaming, fainting, shouting Husband and three hundred in tears, four hundred in chasing the car.If the market is good, five-figure monthly income is not a problem.

I don't know what the price is now.

In general, Wan Zihuai is still very satisfied with the company's arrangement. He originally thought that after he became popular overnight, he rejected a series of announcements arranged by the company and insisted on joining the crew of "Far Mountain" instead of taking the opportunity to climb up. If there is a chance, the company may give him a cold shoulder for a while, or even give him up directly... Now it seems that the company is still very good to him.

"By the way," the agent asked as if remembering something, "Have you had any experience in this area before?"

Wan Zihuai opened his mouth and was about to say yes, but then remembered his predecessor's identity wandering on the [-]th line, and immediately changed his mouth and said, "No."

"Then let me tell you a few things to pay attention to..."

"I'm coming……"

"Ah, Huai Jin, I love you—"

"Husband is even more handsome today!"

……

As soon as they left the airport, with deafening screams, hundreds of fans swarmed up and surrounded Wan Zihuai and his party tightly.

Wan Zihuai looked flattered, and walked out with difficulty under the guard of his manager and assistants.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, be careful of falling."

Wan Zihuai bowed almost every three steps, and his eyes were red in the end: "Thank you for your hard work, thank you, everyone!"

"I'm sorry, it's the first time a fan comes to pick me up, I'm a little excited!"

All of a sudden, the scene became more lively.

Seeing Wan Zihuai's skillful performance, the manager was so surprised that he could hardly keep his mouth shut, but when he thought of Wan Zihuai's superb acting skills, he immediately felt relieved.

He came back to his senses and helped Wan Zihuai receive a few gifts from fans.

At this moment, the crowd surged again. Wan Zihuai looked up and saw a dozen black-clothed bodyguards crowding in with a girl and a middle-aged man.

The scene was so shocking that everyone present subconsciously stopped their movements and all looked at the girl.

She looked excited and said in a hurried tone: "Huaijin, I'm your fan. I just got off the plane and I didn't expect to meet you. I watched "Gong Lue" four times, and I really like your performance. By the way, can you sign it for me?"

As she spoke, the girl frantically took out a notebook from her bag.

Wan Zihuai came back to his senses in an instant, with just the right amount of shock on his face: "Okay, okay."

He reached for the notebook and looked at the manager from the corner of his eye.

The agent shook his head calmly, this person really wasn't arranged by him.

Wan Zihuai understood that he was really his fan, his face became more gentle, and after signing, he returned the notebook to the girl.

The girl was even happier: "By the way, I also prepared a gift for you."

As she spoke, she ordered the bodyguard to open the suitcase in his hand, and took out a palm-sized brocade box from it and stuffed it into Wan Zihuai: "My brother gave it to me, and I think it is very suitable for you."

Just as she was talking, the middle-aged man next to the girl raised his hand and looked at his watch, and leaned into her ear and said, "Miss, we are already late, if we delay for a while, the dinner party should start, if we are late, sir won't be happy."

Hearing the words Mr., the girl shrank her neck subconsciously. She had a look of reluctance, but she still said: "Huaijin, I should go. I will visit you next time you take on the show again." class……"

Before Wan Zihuai could react, the girl had already left in a hurry with her bodyguards.

The reporter on the side was also excited, grabbed the camera and chased after him. Originally, he only thought that it would be good to take this trip to get thousands of red envelopes, but he didn't expect to encounter such explosive news.

Two hours later, Wan Zihuai was trending on Weibo.

[Ah ah ah!Love Huaijin! ! 】

[My idol is so cute, she was so moved that she cried. 】

[Making crazy calls for my Huaijin! 】

[Lu Huaijin, who is it? 】

[It's the one who played Xu Jiansheng in "Gong Lue". 】

[Oh, it's the [-]th-line actor. 】

[What kind of mentality upstairs, do you owe scolding? 】

[Hehe, am I wrong? Look, Lu Huaijin's dog is about to come out to bite people again. 】

[Onlookers in the front row. 】

【Your mouth is so dirty, did your mother give birth to you to eat shit? 】

……

[Yes, yes, I am small-minded, not as broad-minded as yours. Even if your idol drinks too much, goes to nightclubs, hits reporters...you still love him, I understand, I understand! 】

[Things that have been clarified, you can still use them to fry, black fans! 】

……

[Eighteen-line young actors can also be popular?Hype it! 】

【Hype?Try frying one, the bag that the female fan is holding is LV’s new product this season, [-] a piece, the hat on her head is NewEra, [-] a piece, and the skirt she is wearing is Chanel Haute Couture, [-] yuan start. 】

[Turn to two pictures, the car that the wealthy female fans get into after leaving the airport is a Bentley Mulsanne, the official price is 495 million, naked car.Among the five cars on her dozen or so bodyguards are two BMW 5 series, two Audi Q5s, and one Prado, all of which cost more than 40 yuan. 】

【...My mother asked me why I was kneeling on the ground looking at my phone. 】

[Is the local rich dad still short of idols? The ones who are ugly and can't act, but are especially edible. 】

[I envy Lu Huaijin! 】

[I'm more curious about what the rich father gave Lu Huaijin? 】

【Curiosity +1】

……

With local tycoon fans in the field, the atmosphere in the comment area suddenly improved a lot. Seeing the rising attention, Wan Zihuai felt relieved.

He thought for a while, got up and got out of bed, found the brocade box from a pile of presents on the sofa, opened it, and found it was a jade pendant.

He picked up the jade pendant and looked at it carefully. The jade is a good jade, but the workmanship is a bit rough.

Thinking of this, he suddenly smelled a faint incense, and felt refreshed.

This is--

He took the jade pendant, put it under his nose, took a deep breath, and a strong fragrance rushed into his nostrils. The next moment, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

When Wan Zihuai woke up again, he found himself in a bright coffee shop, and his expression tightened.

At this moment, a voice came from his ear: "Come on, sit down."

He raised his head abruptly, and Meng Zezhi was sitting on the coffee table only a few steps away from him with his legs crossed, looking calm.