Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

Zuo Bowen's life in Geng Province was very moist, and he was even able to free up his hands to help Su Lingyu clean up Zhao Ze.

Zhao Ze was the senior of his predecessor. He had just returned from studying abroad. His father was the mayor of Changcheng District. His mother ran a supermarket chain. He was married and had no children.

Two years later, his father will be arrested for corruption and bribery, and his confinement and sexual assault of more than a dozen women will be exposed at the same time.

When he first arrived in this world, Meng Zezhi was disgusted by the actions of Qi Jinzhong's family. In order to get sick back, he introduced Zhao Ze to Su Lingyu.

The other party fell in love with Su Lingyu at first sight when she was on a blind date, and she has been harassing her in recent times.

So strictly speaking, this is the first green hat Meng Zezhi put on Zuo Bowen.

Duan Muqing's busy feet did not touch the ground. It took more than half a month to finally cleanse all the forces that left Bowen Zuo in the company. Among them, there are many middle and high-level managers above the manager.

Duan Muqing was shocked, and she realized that Zuo Bowen's influence in the company had reached such a level, and she was even more grateful for her decision to liquidate Zuo Bowen.

In mid-June, the diabetes drug officially entered the phase I clinical trial stage. The test subjects were normal people, and the purpose was to find out the dose of the drug suitable for administration to the human body.

At the same time, Meng Zezhi received a text message from the counselor informing him to return to school in three days to attend the graduation ceremony.

On this day, Meng Zezhi got up very early on purpose, tidyed himself up, and drove to Hushi University.

"Duan Guyan?"

As soon as I arrived in the classroom, I heard a hesitant voice behind me.

Meng Zezhi stopped and turned around, facing a sunny and handsome face.

The person here is Sun Sheng, the deputy monitor of their class, and a mentor with him. He is a lively and cheerful person, warm, friendly and helpful, and he is very good in the class.

"It's really you?" Sun Sheng looked at Meng Zezhi up and down, and said with a look of surprise: "I haven't seen you in a few months, why are you thin like this?"

Meng Zezhi touched his thin and sunken face, frowned slightly, thinking about it, his tone was a little uncertain: "Probably because of the busy time these days, plus the hot weather, I don't have any appetite."

"Oh, that's it." Sun Sheng didn't struggle too much with this issue. He sat next to Meng Zezhi: "By the way, where are you now?"

"Gao didn't dare to be, because he got a position in the small company at home."

His predecessor had a simple personality, and he had never revealed his family background in front of these classmates. Otherwise, he would have been fooled by Zuo Bowen back then.

"I'll go," Sun Sheng looked envied: "You are still a rich second generation in love."

Meng Zezhi smiled and asked casually: "How about you, how are you doing?"

"Stop talking," Sun Sheng changed the smile on his face and sighed, "My dad was ill some time ago. Leukemia. My mother had disappeared a few years ago. My father and my father depended on each other at home. In order to take care of him, I I quit all the jobs I finally found..."

With that, he loosened the tie on his neck.

If Meng Zezhi remembers correctly, the black suit he was wearing was originally bought by him in the mall two years ago to chase his girlfriend. The predecessor also gave a lot of reference opinions, but it looks like it is now. It doesn't fit well anymore.

This was only two years, and the cruel reality obliterated the conscience of this passionate young man.

"Everything will be fine." Meng Zezhi patted him on the shoulder, then paused: "If you have any difficulties, you can come to me. If you can help, I will definitely help."

He just didn't want Sun Sheng to go astray.

Hearing this, Sun Sheng was in a daze, and soon he came back to his senses. He smiled and said, "Then you will be honored."

The concern in Meng Zezhi's eyes disappeared instantly.

As he was talking, the counselor strode in, and the noisy classroom instantly became quiet.

After saying some words of encouragement, he directed a few students to distribute the master's uniform, and then led the big guy to the auditorium.

Participate in the completion ceremony, take the professional photos, and go through the school leaving procedures... Meng Zezhi looked up and the sun had already set.

He raised his foot and walked towards the parking lot.

At this time, Sun Sheng chased out from the teaching building: "Duan Guyan, Duan Guyan..."

Meng Zezhi stopped and turned around.

Sun Sheng was out of breath: "...I left for a while, you are gone..."

"What's the matter?" Meng Zezhi asked.

Sun Sheng stood up straight: "I heard Zouping say, you are not going to attend the graduation dinner tonight?"

Zouping is the monitor of their class, and he is arranging the graduation dinner.

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi nodded, "There is something at home."

"What time is this, what can be done." Sun Sheng said, "Furthermore, you are the number 30 in class, and you are not the only one to come. It's not justified."

Meng Zezhi wanted to say something more, but Sun Sheng had already pushed him back involuntarily: "Good or bad classmates, after today, I don’t know when we will see each other again. Walk around, we must have one today. Drunk Fang Xiu."

Meng Zezhi opened his mouth, but did not refuse any more.

Satiated with wine and food, Zouping waved his hand: "Go, go to KTV to sing."

"Good." Everyone agreed.

"Which KTV?"

"Tianlu of Minjiang Road." Sun Sheng stood up and said.

"Tianlu? The consumption in that place is not low." In fact, with the exception of the predecessor, most of the students in this class can only be regarded as ordinary family, but it does not prevent them from hearing Tianlu's name from some gossip. .

Of course, most of these gossips are more fragrant.

"Tianlu's manager is my distant cousin, and he promised to give me a 40% discount if I go to play." Sun Sheng said with a smile: "If you count it this way, it doesn't cost much, so just go. Long experience."

"Okay." Everyone couldn't help but feel a little moved.

When I arrived at the place, I realized that Tianlu was indeed well-deserved.

The lobby is brightly lit with golden light; the lights in the box are shining, the purple-red sofa is matched with the solid wood coffee table, and the air is filled with a faint perfume...

Because of the large number of people, Sun Sheng opened three boxes directly, and the atmosphere quickly became lively.

Meng Zezhi found a corner for himself and sat down. Soon, Sun Sheng walked over with two cups.

He handed a glass of juice to Meng Zezhi: "Hey, I remember you have a heart attack and can't drink, so I specially asked for a glass of juice for you."

"Thanks." Meng Zezhi's gaze stayed on his trembling right hand for a moment, then he took the juice and took two sips very cooperatively.

Seeing this scene, Sun Sheng's heart was relieved. He forcibly endured his excitement and guilt: "By the way, why don't you order a song?"

"No interest." Meng Zezhi said with a smile: "You go and play, don't worry about me."

"Okay." Sun Sheng felt that he had to find a place to be calm and calm.

When he came back again, Meng Zezhi really fell asleep.

Taking advantage of the big guys visiting other boxes, Sun Sheng helped Meng Zezhi out of the box and handed it to a middle-aged man.

The other party took Meng Zezhi and turned around to leave.

"Wait..." Sun Sheng stopped him.

The middle-aged man looked back at him: "Don't worry, the tail gold will be in your account before tomorrow afternoon."

Sun Sheng's eyes lit up.

The middle-aged man directly helped Meng Zezhi into the innermost box.

"Okay, don't do it." The box was dark, and the middle-aged man kicked on the buttocks of a young man who was lying on top of an unconscious woman who was acting like Meng Zezhi.

After being kicked like this, the young man directly withered. But he dared not say anything, he could only climb off the woman angrily and lift his pants.

The middle-aged man put on his gloves, took the needle on the table and plunged it into Meng Zezhi’s arm, pushed the medicine in the syringe in, then grabbed his finger and pressed it on the syringe, and finally grabbed him. He threw him into the pile of women.

After doing this, he turned his head to look at the young man: "Go."

"Police, don't move, all squat down with their heads."

Seeing this scene, the security guard in the surveillance room had cold sweat on his forehead and hurriedly deleted the surveillance video.

When the police broke into the house, Zou Ping was in full swing.

With a bang, Zouping's microphone fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, another young policeman rushed in: "Head, caught a big fish."

After half an hour, Zhou Ping, who had finished recording his confession, was released from control.

The footsteps of a group of people are flying, and they can't wait to leave this place of right and wrong immediately.

"It's all Sun Sheng, so good, just join in the excitement." Someone couldn't help but complain.

Sun Sheng didn't say a word, his attention was all on the three million he was about to get.

Zouping has lingering fears. Fortunately, she was worried that there were female classmates present. They didn't order other services, otherwise they would all have to be planted here today.

As he was thinking, an exclamation came from his ear: "Wait, isn't that a solid saying?"

Zou Ping-Ping raised his head subconsciously, only to see two policemen wearing disheveled Duan Guzheng stuffing them into the police car.

A crowd of onlookers not far away were taking crazy pictures of Duan Guyan with their mobile phones.

A team of police hurriedly stepped forward to stop: "The police are not allowed to take pictures when handling the case..."

But the photos still circulated.

Half an hour later, the news of the rich second-generation drug and prostitution appeared on Weibo's hot search.

"What are you talking about?" Duan Muqing raised his head abruptly, his pupils dilated, and shouted aloud.

"...The matter has already made a hot search on Weibo," the secretary squatted and said: "President Duan, what should I do now?"

Duan Muqing swayed and almost fainted.

"President Duan?" the secretary shouted anxiously.

Duan Muqing held her hands on the desk and barely stabilized her body. She panted roughly, gritted her teeth and said, "Go, go to the Public Security Bureau."

At this time, her cell phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly connected the phone: "Hello, solid?"

"Auntie, it's me."

"Mr. Lu?" Duan Muqing was taken aback.

"Yeah." Lu Congzhou said, "He just left his mobile phone with me, and he said that if something happens to him, let me come to you..."

It was already an hour later when Qi Jinzhong arrived at the hospital.

"You mean stomach cancer?" Qi Jinzhong's eyes widened, breathing heavily.

"Yeah," the secretary nodded, with a sad expression on his face: "Although it has not been diagnosed yet, the doctor said it is 80% likely."

Qi Jinzhong's breath was short, he trembled at the corners of his mouth and his eyes were red: "How could this be?"

As he said, he staggered and fell backward.

The secretary hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him: "Mr. Qi, President Xiao Duan has just entered the bureau, and President Duan has found out such a disease again. If you have something to do, the Duan family will really be over."

"Yes, yes, I can't have an accident, I can't have an accident," Qi Jinzhong reached out his hand and wiped his old face, turned and walked out: "I'm going to the Public Security Bureau."

Halfway through, he stopped and turned around: "Mu Qing will trouble you to take care of it first."

"Yeah." The secretary nodded.

After finishing talking, Qi Jinzhong walked away in a hurry.

Just for this acting skill, she didn't lose injustice.

Duan Muqing, who was lying on the hospital bed, opened her eyes, looked at Qi Jinzhong's back, smiled self-deprecatingly, and closed her eyes, but tears slid into the pillow along the corners of her eyes and got wet.

As soon as he walked out of the hospital door, the panic and sadness on Qi Jinzhong's face disappeared cleanly. He turned his head and glanced at the direction of the inpatient department, sneered, let out the news that Duan Muqing had stomach cancer, and then went home and hugged him. Su Zhuxin slept beautifully in his room with Duan Muqing.

The next morning, he adjusted his mood and went to the Public Security Bureau to meet with Meng Zezhi.

"Dad, you have to believe me, I really don't take drugs and whoring, someone must have framed me behind my back, Dad, you believe me..." Meng Zezhi cried out in pain, as if he had caught a life-saving straw.

Qi Jinzhong's expression of hatred is not enough for iron and steel: "How do you make me believe in you? Look at what you look like now, and the police have found out that you have at least two months of drug use history."

"How is it possible?" Meng Zezhi's eyes widened.

"Did you know, because of your business, Duan's stock directly fell by the limit this morning, and, your mother, your mother..."

"What happened to my mother?" Meng Zezhi said anxiously.

"... After your mother heard that you were arrested in the police station, she vomited blood and passed out on the spot. You are still lying in the intensive care unit." Qi Jinzhong's eyes flushed: "The doctor said she had stomach cancer."

"what?"

With a bang, Meng Zezhi sat back in the chair and muttered to himself: "Stomach cancer, how come?"

Seeing that Meng Zezhi was almost crying, Qi Jinzhong said, "It's already like this. The top priority is to stabilize the company first. That's the painstaking effort of your grandfather and your mother."

"Company?" Meng Zezhi raised his head suddenly.

"I don't understand this. Your mother is lying in the hospital again. I can only come to see you. But you have committed this kind of thing again. I don't want to bail you out. I mean, do you want to Get Zuo Bowen back..."

Speaking of this, Qi Jinzhong lowered his voice: "Anyway, he doesn't know about your cheating. You talk to him well. He loves you so much and will definitely not take the previous things to heart. In any case, you must first take care of it. Let’s talk about the crisis in the past...As long as the shares are still in your hands, he won’t be able to turn the sky up, what do you think?"

"Okay." Meng Zezhi was at a time when he was'at a loss.' Naturally Qi Jinzhong said that he did what he did.

As soon as he came out of the Public Security Bureau, Qi Jinzhong couldn't wait to call Zuo Bowen. He triumphantly said, "I'm going out by myself, there is no reason why things are unreasonable."