When Meng Zezhi woke up again, it was already two days later, and he was in a daze when he heard someone talking in his ear.

"What the hell is going on?" Looking at the half-dead man on the hospital bed, Duan Congyan frowned slightly, his expression inadvertently stern.

"This...I..." Han Daqin hesitated, almost writing the word guilty on his face.

"Speak." Duan Congyan's tone was impatient.

He and Duan Congyan have been brothers for more than ten years, how could Han Daqin not know that Duan Congyan was angry, he said quickly: "I, I just can't stand the Xie family, father and son, old swashbuckling, small battles. With your arrogance..."

What he said was that some time ago, Xie Bowen interrupted the leg of a drunken investor who wanted to take advantage of him at the movie celebration party. . In order to suppress this matter, Duan Congyan paid a lot of money, and the cash sent out was no less than five million.

Speaking of which, Han Daqin shrank his neck, and his voice became weaker: "So, I, I want to teach him a lesson. I just put it that things are not going well recently, and I want to ask him for help to see if there is a problem with the feng shui at home. ...and then found a few people pretending to be ghosts to scare him..."

Having said this, Han Daqin had a lingering fear in his heart: "How could I have imagined that in the end a fake ghost would become a real ghost... A fake Taoist would also become a real Taoist..."

Having said that, Han Daqin turned his head to look at Meng Zezhi on the hospital bed. He didn't realize that he was facing a pair of deep eyes, and his face froze.

Meng Zezhi smiled and said, "Haha!"

Han Daqin became even more cowardly, his face changed faster than turning over a book, he leaned over to the hospital bed with a flattering expression: "Uncle Xie, you woke up, how are you feeling, do you want to drink some water?"

"Well." Meng Zezhi snorted softly, the adults do not remember the villain's deeds.

Han Daqin hurriedly turned around and poured water for Meng Zezhi.

Duan Congyan saw it, hesitated for a moment, walked over, bent down and said, "I'll help you up."

Sniffing the faint smell of cologne perfume, Meng Ze raised his eyebrows inadvertently, but he didn't expect the gold master's stepfather to be a beauty——

Thinking of this, he looked a little weird.

Could it be because of the influence of his predecessor that he also became frivolous?

Meng Zezhi's expression was solemn, and when he reacted, he had already sat up with Duan Congyan's hand.

"Thank you," he said.

Duan Congyan lifted his eyelids.

Xie Guangsheng is a smart person, otherwise he would not be able to live a life of fine clothes and food.

He clearly knew that Duan Congyan accepted his offer because he wanted to use him as a shield.

He was not dissatisfied with this, after all, his purpose of approaching Duan Congyan was never simple.

For this 'job', Xie Guangsheng performed with ease. It's just a performance in front of people with Duan Congyan, and people in the back respect each other like a guest.

It's just that people are under the eaves. When Xie Guangsheng faces Duan Congyan, he can't help but be flattering and restrained. It's the first time Duan Congyan looks so serious.

How to say, coupled with the other party's steady appearance now, unexpectedly caught his eye.

Thinking of this, Duan Congyan was slightly startled.

How could he suddenly have such an idea.

"Uncle Xie, the water is here." Han Daqin brought the water cup to Meng Zezhi's mouth.

After half a glass of water, Meng Zezhi breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had remembered something, he asked, "By the way, how was the thing that I arranged for you to do before I fell into a coma?"

"You mean the little star named Lu Huaijin?" Han Daqin lifted his spirits and said, "I didn't dare to mess around, so I just found a backcountry crew and invested a sum of money to let the director slap the male lead. , and then stuffed him in."

"What crew?" Meng Zezhi frowned slightly.

Han Daqin thought for a while: "It seems to be called Yuanshan."

I see!

In the plot, although the production cost of the film "Distant Mountains" is less than 3 million, a few months later, like a dark horse, it hit a global box office of 1.5 billion yuan, and in one fell swoop, the actor of the film was sent to the The throne of the Golden Rooster Award winner.

With such a good opportunity, it is no wonder that Lu Huaijin left the capital so obediently.

It's just like this, it seems that can't feel sorry for the original male protagonist of the movie, and will have to find an opportunity to compensate him well in the future.

Seeing that Meng Zezhi didn't speak, Han Daqin asked cautiously, "Uncle Xie, is there any problem?"

"No, there's no problem," Meng Zezhi said, "You're doing very well."

Han Daqin suddenly felt relieved and hesitated for a while, and he finally asked hesitantly: "Uncle Xie, you said before that if we don't send Lu Huaijin away, we will have to worry about our lives, what do you mean? Also, that Before she died, the female ghost said that her master would definitely avenge her, I, your son, and Wan Ziqing, don't even want to live, what does this mean?"

Originally there was nothing to hide, Meng Zezhi simply told the truth: "Do you remember Wan Zihuai?"

Han Daqin couldn't help frowning: "Remember, he used to be an artist in my company, he was very talented, and he was good-looking. The company originally planned to make him the first brother, but the company just paved the way for him. , people are gone..."

As soon as the scumbag died, he and Wan Ziqing's murder of Wan Zihuai was stabbed by the old ghost. Although Han Daqin knew that this was most likely the truth of Wan Zihuai's sudden death, for the sake of the company's interests, he still sent someone He poured dirty water on Wan Zihuai.

"Lu Huaijin is Wan Zihuai, he is reborn." Meng Zezhi said.

"What?" Han Daqin's mouth was half-open, his eyes widened, the boss looked unbelievable: "Heavy, reborn?"

He touched his neck subconsciously, but he was almost strangled by a ghost, as if rebirth or something was not so unacceptable.

Thinking of this, he instantly calmed down.

I just heard Meng Zezhi continue: "Wan Zihuai is accompanied by a century-old ghost. He is the object of his yin marriage. The woman in red who wanted to kill you before is his subordinate."

Han Daqin figured out the crux in an instant: "Just because I had someone throw dirty water on Wan Zihuai, so he wants to kill me?"

Meng Zezhi nodded.

"Hold"

Don't look at Han Daqin being humble and flattering in order to save his life at the moment. He seems to be very talkative, but he can't hide the fact that he is a grumpy person at heart.

Han Daqin didn't hide his face as a capitalist, he said bitterly: "Can you blame me? What was He Mingyuan (a scumbag) back then? Except for a face that can be seen, it is necessary to have talent without talent, and spirituality without spirituality. He is still a man with a higher heart than the sky, and the company has no plans to support him at all. It was Wan Zi who was pregnant with himself and had to go to He Mingyuan (a scumbag) with resources. The company also beat him for this... His own eyes I don't blame the company he killed for evaporating 500 million worth of market value, but he dares to blame me for throwing dirty water on him?"

Thinking of the fact that he was almost strangled to death by the woman in red before, Han Daqin hated it even more, he gritted his teeth and said, "I can't swallow this breath, Uncle Xie, do you have any way to help me get rid of Wan Zihuai and that Only an old ghost. After the incident, I will have to report again."

Meng Zezhi lowered his eyes slightly: "Thank you, Uncle, I'm a half-ass Taoist priest, and one of that hundred-year-old ghost's subordinates made me look like this. Do you think I can handle him now?"

Hearing this, Han Daqin said anxiously, "Then, what should we do now?"

Meng Zezhi thought about it for a while, and suggested: "Or, you can find a few masters in this field and come back and see if you can take him. If you can take him, the best; "

"Wait?"

"Yes," Meng Zezhi nodded: "Don't startle the snake, wait for me to heal the wound, and then take care of him slowly."

"Understood." Han Daqin had an idea in an instant, and then he seemed to remember something. He looked anxious: "By the way, Uncle Xie, look at my neck, I don't know why, the more I scratch it, the more it itches."

He was talking about the shocking strangles that the woman in red had left on his neck.

Meng Zezhi looked at it and said, "Yin qi entering the body is not a big deal. Go back and mix it with lard and chili powder and apply it for a day. It's enough to get more sunlight."

"Okay," Han Daqin said quickly. After a while, he asked hesitantly, "However, Uncle Xie, how do you know so much?"

Meng Zezhi raised his eyebrows: "It's calculated."

"Then you were before?"

"I didn't get enlightened before. When you were chased by ghosts in your home, you suddenly got enlightened at the juncture of life and death."

"So it is." Han Daqin was dubious.

"By the way," Meng Zezhi said, "there is one more thing, please help."

"Whatever, just say it!" Han Daqin patted his chest and said.

Then on the day Xie Bowen came back from the United States after traveling thousands of miles, what he saw was Meng Zezhi holding half a ginseng in his mouth and writing and drawing on paper with a brush.

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