Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

On the other side, Hejia Village in 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.

Going back to the place where the crew arranged, opened the door and saw that there was a familiar food box on the table.

Wan Zihuai's eyes lit up, and the exhaustion of the day was half gone. He smiled and asked, "What are you preparing for today?"

After speaking, a yin wind blew, a pair of warm hands pressed against his shoulders, and gently massaged.

After being together for more than three months, Wan Zihuai has long been accustomed to Li Wenhuan’s touch. He closed his eyes and felt a steady flow of warm current from Li Wenhuan’s palms into his body. In no time, his body The fatigue in my heart was washed away by this warm current.

Li Wenhuan said, "There are eight treasure ducks and glutinous rice dumplings that you love, as well as ginseng jujube black-bone chicken soup."

Li Wenhuan is handsome, with long eyebrows like willows, body like a yushu, nose bridge, and dark and deep eyes, all showing nobleness and elegance.

He was standing here, shining brightly in the dilapidated tiled house.

Wan Zihuai was drinking chicken soup and biting glutinous rice cakes, and an unprecedented sense of satisfaction came to his heart.

The crew of "Far Mountain" is very poor, with an investment of only 3 million yuan. Because of the plot needs, the filming location was chosen in Hejia Village, which is in the old forest deep in the mountains.

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

Thanks to the blessing of "Gong Lv", Wan Zihuai has accumulated a number of good quality fans after his rebirth. As the only well-known actor in the crew, he naturally received preferential treatment. Although this preferential treatment can only live in a tiled house alone, it also squeezes three or four people and seven or eight people into a big shop than the other staff in the crew. Much stronger.

From Hejiacun to the nearest town, it takes a day to go back and forth. Although the crew organizes a manual trip to purchase once a week, fresh meat is inconvenient to store in the summer, so the purchases are mostly full and cheap dry food. .

While the rest of the crew were still struggling with instant noodles, compressed biscuits, canned food, etc., Wan Zihuai was able to enjoy a sumptuous snack every day.

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

Wan Zihuai is 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 nonsense, he slowly changed it.

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

In the past life, he was busy filming, busy pulling resources for He Mingyuan (scumbag), and did not dare to relax for a while. In this life, he only knew how good it was to be held in the palm of his hand.

Thinking about it this way, the horrible thing that Li Wenhuan forced him to be with at the beginning seemed to be trivial.

In addition, he now starred in "Far Mountain", he asked himself if his acting skills were not worse than the original male lead, and expected this year's Golden Rooster Award winner to be within easy reach.

In love and in the workplace, 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: "Huaijin, the hot water is ready."

"Okay." Wan Zihuai replied, got up and went out, and returned to the crew kitchen with a bucket of hot water.

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 it together."

Wan Zihuai blushed instantly.

It was a century-old ghost anyway, and Li Wenhuan’s skills naturally didn’t have much to say. The shower just went 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 of them were about to reach the peak, Li Wenhuan's body suddenly fell cold, like bone-chewing ice, and the irritated Wanzi's arms immediately softened.

He shivered: "Li, Li Wenhuan."

Li Wenhuan slowly loosened his grip on the sheets, only then did he resist the urge to vent. Just because he was angry and neutralized, his things could kill Wanzi half his life.

At this time, Li Wenhuan discovered that Wan Zihuai had been frozen and had goose bumps all over his body.

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

After finally being relieved, Wanzi was a little dissatisfied: "What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing." A dark glow flashed in Li Wenhuan's eyes, but with a smile on his face, he soothed: "There is something wrong with the body, but it's not very serious. Don't worry."

As he said, across the thin quilt, he stretched out his hand and grabbed "Wan Zi Huai", then said hoarsely, "Go on."

Wan Zihuai, who was initially puzzled, was immediately led by him into the abyss of desire. He never remembered what he had just thought.

The clouds disappeared and the rain disappeared.

When Wan Zihuai fell asleep, Li Wenhuan raised his head and looked at the corner of the wall, his voice lingering, with a murderous intent: "Go and see what happened."

He wanted to see who dared to break ground on Tai Sui.

"Yes." An ethereal voice came from the corner, and the air was twisted for a moment and tranquility was restored.

...

After five in a row walked down, Xie Bowen's account had an extra three million yuan.

Coming out of Mr. Zhao’s house in Tianjian Group, he seemed to think of something. Meng Zezhi put away his folding fan and said to Xie Bowen back: “By the way, you remember to donate half of the money. Your dad, I’m going to do meritorious service now. How much money I lied to, now I have to turn it back eighty to ninety times, so I can feel more comfortable in my heart."

"Okay." Xie Bowen responded, which is the main reason why he worked hard to do charity after he became famous.

He said, "Dad, are we going home or are we 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 listens to his dad now.

Said to go to Antique Street, to be precise, it is to go to the Chiling Pavilion, which specializes in selling all kinds of artifacts on the Antique Street.

Xie Guangsheng is a regular visitor of his family. Before Meng Zezhi, in order to save Han Daqin, the mahogany sword that was discarded in the hands of a woman in red was invited from his house, and it cost Xie Guangsheng nearly 100,000 yuan.

——Later, Han Daqin compensated Meng Zezhi for his 16 million Ming court Longquan sword.

Seeing the visitor, the shopkeeper immediately greeted him from the counter: "Oh, isn't this Master Xie? Are you here today to buy something?"

"Treasurer Song." Meng Zezhi bowed his hand and said, "Take me two boxes of cinnabar and ten stacks of yellow talisman paper, all the best."

Shopkeeper Song narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Master Xie is making a big deal, so lavish?"

You have to know that the things in his house are not cheap. You get what you pay for. The best quality cinnabar is clearly marked at a price of 21,000 boxes and a wad of yellow talisman paper.

On weekdays, Meng knows that the most he buys is a box of inferior cinnabar for 1,000 yuan.

It was the first time that this casual transaction was 90,000 yuan.

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

Shopkeeper Song saw it, and he had an idea from the bottom of his heart. He greeted his buddy: "Xiao Wu, you can get two boxes of cinnabar and ten stacks of yellow talisman paper from the cabinet in my room."

"Yes." The dude answered hurriedly.

After finishing talking, shopkeeper Song poured a cup of tea for Meng Zezhi himself, and then said: "Master Xie, can you still take advantage of the peach wood sword you bought from me before?"

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

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, "Take me to see."

"Hey." Shopkeeper Song immediately removed 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 from a dilapidated earth temple."

Meng Zezhi picked it up and saw that the palm-sized copper seal was engraved with the six characters "Wuxian Land God Seal" underneath, and the simplicity of the atmosphere came to his face.

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

"How can it be, at best, it is an ornament in the temple, but it is a genuine antique. Things from the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, let alone have received the incense in the temple for 50 or 60 years, or else you can have this. The bright light of the stirrup." Shopkeeper Song opened his eyes and said nonsense: "This kind of treasure can't be better used to form an array."

Meng Zezhi looked at the bright light of the stirrup and looked more like a new product that had just been out of the factory.

Feeling treasurer Song is taking him as a victim.

Meng Zezhi really didn't guess wrong. When the things first arrived in the hands of Shopkeeper Song, it was a kind of aura. Hi, Shopkeeper Song ignored the fact that the things were too new, and said that he had made a big mistake.

As a result, just a few days later, at the moment when shopkeeper Song planned to give up the high price of the seal, the aura on the seal was scattered in front of the guests...

Of course, the business has become yellow, and not only that, in just one week, the aura on the seal has disappeared.

At this time, treasurer Song only thought that someone was calculating him secretly, and the purpose was naturally to swindle money.

He recognized it with a wink, but the loss of one hundred thousand yuan in vain made him feel very distressed. At this time, Meng Zezhi came to the door.

Can he not know what Xie Guangsheng is?

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

Meng Zezhi has always believed in his sixth sense. After thinking about it, he stroked the beard on his chin and said, "It is indeed a good thing. I don't know at what price the treasurer Song wants to sell. ?"

Shopkeeper Song was overjoyed and quickly stretched out two fingers.

Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes: "Two hundred thousand?"

"How can you add a zero to such a good thing."

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

"Don't do it," Shopkeeper Song said quickly, "Isn't it all about asking prices for doing business, and paying back by sitting on the ground? Since you like it, you might as well make a price first. I think it's appropriate."

Meng Zezhi looked at him, then at the seal in the box, with a look of dismay, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "800,000, I can give up to 800,000."

Eight hundred thousand?

You must know that when he received this seal, he spent a full 1.2 million yuan, so he had to pay 400,000 yuan to enter.

Shopkeeper Song said: "No, the price is too low, Master Xie, would you like to add more?"

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

This is the truth.

But shopkeeper Song was still unwilling: "Or, if you add another 400,000 or 1,200,000, I will buy you this seal."

Meng Zezhi didn't hesitate: "800,000, one price, you can do it, but you can't do it."

Hearing what he said, the treasurer Song knew that Meng Zezhi could not increase the price.

His face hurts, 800,000 is 800,000, and it is better to lose 400,000 than to lose 1.2 million. If this makes Meng Zezhi run away, then this is really a big loss.

He immediately said: "Okay, 800,000 is 800,000."

Fearing Meng Zezhi would regret it, shopkeeper Song completed the transaction with him as quickly as possible.

"Then we will go back first, treasurer Song, next time you have any good things, remember to tell me." Meng Zezhi was in a good mood.

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

Out of the Qiling Pavilion, Meng Zezhi chuckled and said, "Okay, go back."

"Ok."

I didn't want them to turn their front foot through an intersection, and a group of people on the back foot came out of an antique shop.

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

Hearing this name, the beer belly middle-aged man looked in the direction he was pointing, his pupils shrank, and he spat on the ground: "Damn, it's true."

As he said, a sharp expression flashed in his eyes: "Go, follow."

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