On the other side, Hejia Village, He County, Bien Province, where the crew of "Distant Mountains" is located.

After filming today's scene, it happened to be around two o'clock in the afternoon.

Back at the accommodation arranged by the crew, opened the door and saw that there was a familiar food box on the table.

Wan Zihuai's eyes lit up, half of the day's exhaustion was gone, he asked with a smile, "What are you preparing for today?"

After he finished speaking, a cloudy wind blew past, and a pair of warm hands pressed against his shoulders and massaged gently.

After being together for more than three months, Wan Zihuai was already accustomed to Li Wenhuan's touch. He closed his eyes and felt a steady stream of warmth flowing from Li Wenhuan's palm into his body. And the fatigue in my heart was washed away by this warm current.

Li Wenhuan said: "There are eight treasures duck and glutinous rice cakes that you like to eat, as well as ginseng and black chicken soup."

Li Wenhuan was handsome, with long eyebrows like willows, a body like a jade tree, a straight nose, and dark and deep eyes, all of which showed nobility and elegance.

He stood here, shining brightly in the dilapidated tile-roofed house.

Wan Zihuai drank the chicken soup and bit the glutinous rice cake, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

The crew of "Distant Mountain" was very poor, and the investment was only 3 million. Because of the needs of the plot, the filming location was selected in Hejia Village, which is located in the deep mountains and old forests.

Villages in the deep mountains often have two things in common, one is poverty, and the other is far away from towns.

Thanks to "Gong Lue", Wan Zihuai has accumulated a group of fans of good quality after his rebirth. As the only well-known actor in the crew, he was given preferential treatment for granted. Although this preferential treatment only allowed him to live in a tile-roofed house alone, he was more likely to squeeze three or four people, seven or eight people into a Chase shop than the rest of the crew. much stronger.

From Hejia Village to the nearest town, it takes a day to go back and forth. Although the crew will organize people to go out to purchase once a week, but in the summer, it is inconvenient to store fresh meat, so the purchases are mostly full and cheap dry food .

When the rest of the crew were still struggling with instant noodles, compressed biscuits, canned food... that is Wan Zihuai, he could enjoy a hearty snack every day.

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

Wan Zihuai is very satisfied with her current life.

Li Wenhuan saved his life.

He was disgusted by Li Wenhuan's cold touch, and the next day his body became hot.

He said he didn't like Li Wenhuan's mischief, and he changed it slowly.

Li Wenhuan also avenged half of his revenge...

In the last life, he was busy filming and pulling resources for He Mingyuan (a scumbag), and he didn't dare to relax for a moment. In this life, he just realized how good it feels to be held in the palm of his hand.

Thinking about it this way, the bad things that Li Wenhuan forced him to be with him at the beginning seemed to be worthless.

In addition, he is now starring in "Distant Mountains", and he asked himself that his acting skills are not worse than the original male lead.

In love and in the workplace, Wan Zihuai is full of longing for the future.

After eating and watching the script for a while, the director's voice came from outside the door: "Huai Jin, the hot water is ready."

"Okay." Wan Zihuai responded, got up and went out. He went to the big kitchen of the crew and returned 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, "Wash together."

Wan Zihuai blushed instantly.

After all, he is a hundred-year-old ghost, and Li Wenhuan's skills are of course not worth mentioning. The bath was literally taken 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 their peak, Li Wenhuan's body suddenly cooled down, like bone-biting ice, and Wan Zihuai, who was irritated, immediately softened.

He shivered: "Li, Li Wenhuan."

Li Wenhuan slowly loosened his grip on the sheets, and only then did he resist the urge to let go. Just because there is no anger and neutralization, his things can cost Wan Zi half his life.

It was only then that Li Wenhuan realized that Wan Zihuai had been frozen with goose bumps all over his body.

He hurriedly left Wan Zihuai, pulling the thin blanket on the side and wrapping him tightly.

After finally recovering, Wan Zihuai was a little dissatisfied: "What's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing." A dark light flashed in Li Wenhuan's eyes, but with a smile on his face, he comforted him: "There is something wrong with your body, but it's not serious, you don't have to worry."

With that said, through the thin quilt, he reached out and grabbed Wan Zihuai, and said in a hoarse voice, "Continue."

Wan Zihuai, who was originally full of doubts, was taken into the abyss of ** again in an instant by him. How could he remember what he thought just now.

Clouds dissipate.

When Wan Zihuai fell into a deep sleep, Li Wenhuan raised his head and looked towards the corner of the wall, his voice was stern, with a murderous intent: "Go and see what happened."

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

"Yes." An ethereal voice came from the corner, and the air distorted for a moment and regained its tranquility.

...

Five in a row came down, and Xie Bowen's account increased by 3 million.

After coming out from the house of President Zhao of Tianjian Group, Meng Zezhi put away the folding fan, turned around and said to Xie Bowen: "By the way, you remember to donate half of this money. Your father and I want to cultivate merit now. How much money has been lied to others, and now I have to pay it ten times and return it, so that I can feel more at ease."

"Okay." Xie Bowen agreed, which is the main reason why he devoted himself to charity after he became famous.

He said, "Dad, are we going home now or?"

Meng Zezhi looked up, thought about it, and said, "It's still early, let's go to the antique street. The yellow talisman paper and cinnabar at home are running out."

"Okay." Xie Bowen now listens to his father in everything.

Said to go to the Antique Street, to be precise, to the Qiling Pavilion that sells all kinds of magic tools on the Antique Street.

Xie Guangsheng was a regular customer of his family. In order to save Han Daqin, Meng Zezhi had bought the peach wood sword from the woman in red from his house, which cost Xie Guangsheng nearly 100,000 yuan.

—— Later, Han Daqin paid Meng Zezhi his family's Ming court Longquan sword worth 16 million yuan.

Seeing the person coming, 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 hands and said, "Please get me two boxes of cinnabar and ten stacks of yellow talisman paper, all the best."

Shopkeeper Song squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Master Xie has made a big deal, and he made such a big deal?"

You must know that the things in his house are not cheap. You get what you pay for. The best quality cinnabar is clearly marked at 20,000 boxes and 5,000 stacks of yellow talisman paper.

On weekdays, Meng Zezhi bought the most inferior cinnabar in a box of 1,000 yuan.

It is the first time that this casual opening is a sale of 90,000 yuan.

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

Shopkeeper Song saw it, and instantly had an idea in his heart. He greeted his buddy, "Little Wu, go and get two boxes of cinnabar and ten stacks of yellow talisman paper from the cabinet in my room."

"Yes." The guy responded hurriedly.

After speaking, Manager Song poured Meng Zezhi a cup of tea himself, and then said, "Master Xie, is the peach wood sword you invited away from me before, can you still use it?"

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

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, "Bring it to me to see."

"Hey." Shopkeeper Song immediately took 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 of a dilapidated earth temple."

Meng Zezhi picked it up and looked at it. The palm-sized copper seal was engraved with the six characters "Seal of the Land of Wu County".

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

"How can it be, at best it's a decoration in the temple, but it's a genuine antique, something from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, at least it has been incense in the temple for 50 or 60 years, otherwise there would be something like this. Stirrup bright treasure." Shopkeeper Song opened his eyes and said nonsense: "This kind of treasure, it's better to use it to form a battle."

What kind of bright Baoguang in stirrups, Meng Zezhi looked more like a new product that just came out of the factory.

Emotional shopkeeper Song is taking him as a big advantage.

Meng Zezhi really did not guess wrong. When the item first arrived in the hands of Shopkeeper Song, it was full of spiritual energy. The delighted Shopkeeper Song ignored the fact that the item was too new, and said that he had picked up a big leak.

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

The business has naturally turned yellow, not only that, but in just a week, the aura on the seal has been dissipated.

By this time, Shopkeeper Song only thought that someone was plotting against him behind the scenes, and the purpose was naturally to defraud him.

He recognized it with a punch, but the loss of hundreds of thousands in vain made him feel very distressed. It was at this time that Meng Zezhi came to the door.

Could he not know what kind of stuff Xie Guangsheng is? He doesn't know anything about metaphysics. It would be better for him to take over.

Although he knew that the shopkeeper Song didn't have any good ideas, Meng Zezhi actually liked the seal more and more. He had the illusion that he would regret it if he didn't buy it. .

Meng Zezhi always believed in his sixth sense, and after thinking about it, he pretended to be serious and stroked the beard on his chin, and said, "It's really a good thing, I don't know at what price Manager Song wants to sell it. ?"

Shopkeeper Song was overjoyed and quickly stretched out two fingers.

Meng Zezhi narrowed his eyes slightly: "200,000?"

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

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

"Don't," Shopkeeper Song said hurriedly, "It's not all about asking prices for business, and paying the money on the ground. Since you like it, you might as well say a price first, I think it's suitable or not."

Meng Zezhi looked at him, then at the seal in the box, with a look of reluctance, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "800,000, I will give at most 800,000."

Eight hundred thousand?

You must know that when he received this seal, he spent a total of 1.2 million yuan, so he would have to pay 400,000 yuan to go in.

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

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

This is true.

But shopkeeper Song was still not reconciled: "Otherwise, if you add another 400,000 to 1.2 million, I will buy this seal for you."

Meng Zezhi didn't hesitate: "800,000 yuan, one price, it's OK, if it doesn't work, it won't work."

Listening to what he said, Shopkeeper Song knew that Meng Zezhi would not be able to increase the price.

His face was aching, 800,000 would be 800,000, and 400,000 would be better than 1.2 million. If Meng Zezhi ran away, it would be a big loss.

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

Lest Meng Ze know that he would regret it, shopkeeper Song completed the transaction with him as quickly as possible.

"Then let's go back first, Shopkeeper Song. If you have something good next time, remember to tell me." Meng Zezhi was in a good mood.

"No problem." Shopkeeper Song was also in a good mood.

After leaving the Qiling Pavilion, Meng Zezhi chuckled lightly: "Okay, let's go back."

"Ok."

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

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

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

As he spoke, a stern look flashed in his eyes: "Go, follow."

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