My boss is my fan [Transmigration Book]

After an hour of wearing a book, Wen Yumang finally found himself wearing a book.

"Standing there without moving, what are you doing whimpering, little boy?"

"Hahahaha!"

If it wasn't interrupted by these idiots, I might need to spend more time to accept the reality.

Wen Yumang thought silently in his heart.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Wen Yumang raised his head and focused his gaze on the other party.

It was a group of young boys, dressed in sleek clothes, everyone was holding something in their hands, or steel pipes, or rattan canes, with undisguised malice on their faces. The ridicule and ridicule just now came from Came here.

A bunch of gangsters.

Wen Yumang quickly came to a good conclusion.

Not because he reacted quickly, but because he had read the original.

This is a fan novel written by his most influential diehard black fan. Because this book has spread too widely in his black fan circle, and even affected many passers-by who didn't know it. Since then, I have been very curious, and finally succeeded in secretly reading the whole book behind my manager's back on a dark and stormy night.

If the current plot is not mistaken, it should be not long after the beginning, maybe Chapter 8?

But obviously, now is not a good time to miss the past——

"Hurry up, today is the deadline, if you can't come up with the money, then wait to be beaten up by us."

"But you have to pay after the fight, hahahahaha!" The people on the opposite side looked at each other, and the leading gangster let out a sneer.

"I know who sent you here." Wen Yumang didn't care about their sarcasm, "Doesn't he know better than me whether I have money now? Go back and tell your boss, I will pay back the money, as long as But not now."

"Yo? That's not a small tone!" The leading gangster was startled, and it took a while for him to choke out such a sentence.

"So what if you know? I don't care if you know, do you really think you are still the young master of the Wen family? Don't use this kind of excuse to fool us! If you can't come up with money, I think you want to be beaten today Bar?"

"...Alright then." It seemed that a fight was inevitable.Wen Yumang thought with regret.

Although I was asked by the director to conduct closed training for a year when I was filming a martial arts movie, but...

Wen Yumang lowered his head, looked at his smooth arm lines, and sighed silently in his heart.

Don't know what this new body is like?It looks like there are no muscles!

Be tricky.He was quick to judge.

"Everyone, go!" The leader raised the iron rod in his hand, raised his arms, and shouted, a group of younger brothers rushed forward, but he himself was clever and stood where he was.

Wen Yumang still understands the truth that the thief is captured first.

Well, sorry, it's just you.

Before everyone could react, Wen Yumang quickly rushed towards the leading gangster, first raised his foot and kicked him three inches below his abdomen, then elbowed his wrist joints, knocking the stick in his hand Knock him out, and put his last knee on his back, holding him firmly on the ground and not moving.

A set of movements flowed smoothly, and the whole process even took only three seconds.The fight was over before it started, and the other punks who were about to charge were dumbfounded for a moment, like headless flies.

"Okay, let's stop, there's no need to fight anymore." Wen Yumang narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded at the people who didn't react, and even brushed his bangs lightly.

Damn, my eyes are pierced, it's time to cut my hair!

A small eye said unconvinced: "Why, why listen to you?"

Wen Yumang smiled sweetly, but the strength under his knees increased a bit, and he stretched out a hand in front of him, grabbing the neck of the leading gangster:

"Why? Just because he is in my hands, just because I dare to be cruel. I'm afraid you don't know, I have a family hereditary mental illness. It is not illegal for mental illness to kill people. Don't make me anxious. .”

After these words, the punks on the opposite side really lost their positions, each of them reacted wonderfully, their faces were full of uneasiness and panic, and the leader under his knees was also a little commotion.

The people on the opposite side looked left and right at each other, and finally pushed out a representative from among them, stepped forward cautiously, and asked with a trembling voice, "Is what you just said true?"

"Why, didn't your boss tell you in advance? Oh, it seems that he only wants you to go forward to die, but he wants to hide behind and enjoy the rewards!" Wen Yumang shook his head, looking at them with regret .

Of course, Wen Yumang himself is not mentally ill, but fortunately, these gangsters in the original book have no brains, so it doesn't matter if they lie to them.

In the next second, Wen Yumang put away all his expressions, and said with a cold face: "Hurry up, stand up for me now. If any of you are disobedient, I can't guarantee what will happen."

The group of punks immediately lined up consciously, and their attitude became more and more respectful.

"Actually, I know that you are also entrusted by others to do things for others. I understand all this. As for me, I am a kind person, so naturally I will not make things difficult for you."

"When you go back today, just tell your boss that I don't have any money now, but I will try my best to return it to him as soon as possible. If he has any plans or ideas, it's no better than hiding them. Why would you find someone else to go around the corner if you show it squarely?"

"Oh, by the way," Wen Yumang looked down, "You shouldn't be injured, so you don't need me to pay for your medical bills, do you? Are you ready?"

After the leading gangster coughed heavily for a while, he backed up while talking: "Ahem, cough, no, no need to pay the medical bill!"

"That's good, that's good!" Wen Yumang nodded happily, "Leave a phone number, just in case you need anything, just call me."

"No need, no need!"

"Alright then!" Wen Yumang's tone was full of regret.

Today's "doing good deeds every day" has not been completed, and I still want to be a good person!

"That, brother? If there's nothing else, we'll leave first? We have to rush back to deal with the boss!" the leader whispered.

"Oh, it's okay, let's go."

"No, come back!" Just two steps away, Wen Yumang turned his head again, startling everyone, and immediately ran back to the original place.

"Looking at your looks, you shouldn't be too old, right? Listen to my advice, go back to study hard. There is no future in working with your boss. How can you rest assured when your parents see you? When you grow up, sooner or later you will I regret it. If something goes wrong in the future, how sad will your family and friends be?"

After speaking, regardless of their reaction, they left without looking back.

As Wen Yumang walked, he recalled the plot behind the novel. It seemed that their boss wanted to use the same method to deal with another actor, but he was found out and killed on the spot, and the group of them were pushed out.

Alas, I know that this is just a world in a novel, and the people in it are fictional, but I still can't bear to watch them jump into the fire pit.

I really am a kind person!

Turning around and walking out of the alley, Wen Yumang wanted to buy a pancake fruit, but was told that cash payment was not accepted. Not only did he fail to eat the meal, but he was also scolded by the pancake aunt, stroking his hungry belly, Wen Yumang Helpless, can only go back.

This world is empty.

It is precisely because of this that Wen Yumang knows that he has indeed penetrated into the book.

He noticed that many things from different eras crossed and paralleled.On the surface, the time displayed is 2010, but in fact there is no difference in 2020.The hotels he lived in, the streets he walked on, and the mobile phones he took out were all in the real world in 2020.

However, a lot of information is similar to but different from the real world. For example, many place names and country names are different from the real world. Even after reading this novel, it is still difficult for him to get used to it.

Don't talk about good things, what Huaguo, old wave... what the hell is it?

Wen Yumang was dizzy from hunger, but he didn't meet any snack bars along the way, so he had to walk back to the hotel the same way, and was about to take a nap to satisfy his hunger, but unexpectedly, he was stopped by the lobby manager.

Here comes the plot!

"Mr. Wen, hello." The manager's face was a little cold, which was completely opposite to Wen Yumang's impression that the corners of his mouth were always perfectly curved.

Also, in the current plot, I am an illegitimate child, and in their industry, I am the most well-informed about everyone's news, and I am used to following others, so how can I give myself a good look.

Wen Yumang stopped and nodded: "Hello, what's the matter?"

"We only have one presidential suite in this store. A customer specially ordered the presidential suite. I wonder if I can invite you...?"

"No." Wen Yumang interrupted him and said expressionlessly.

The lobby manager didn't seem to have expected Wen Yumang to be so direct, and he swallowed back the words that had reached his lips, and it took him a long time to say, "...that is our distinguished guest."

"Oh, I see, so what? What does this have to do with me?" Wen Yumang pursed his lips, and walked towards the elevator regardless of the manager's persistent obstruction.

"...Anyway, this is not someone you can afford to provoke!"

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand at all?" Wen Yumang blinked his big round eyes and said innocently.

"you!"

"I have no grievances with him, why should I provoke him? I didn't disrespect him, so here comes the question, why do you want to provoke the relationship between me and him?"

The manager's face was ashen, but Wen Yumang didn't give him a chance to breathe, and before he could answer, Wen Yu hurriedly said:

"I think everyone understands the principle of first come first, first come first, right? That guest of yours is supposed to be a well-educated and self-cultivated guest. To make things difficult for him with such a simple question, aren't you looking down on him and deliberately making things difficult for him? "

"I……"

"You yourself are unreasonable, but it doesn't mean that others are unreasonable! Oh, I see, it seems that you are a person with ulterior motives and a bad conscience!" After finishing speaking, Wen Yumang stretched out his hand, wanting to press it Elevator key.

The manager was so angry that he knocked down Wen Yumang's outstretched hand, and shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't!"

Wen Yumang's face suddenly turned cold: "Take care of your hands, if you can't control them, chop them off and feed them to the dogs."

"Do you not want to treat guests like this?" A deep male voice came from behind the two, from far to near.