Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

Chapter 188

The days continued, Shi Lingheng was busy cleaning up the mess, and Cui Tianya was completely silent. Listening to Su Shi, she joined a literary film crew. The filming location was in the mountains and old forests. The film was paid less than 400,000 yuan. The director was still a rookie.

No one in the circle can understand her thoughts, they are all laughing at her daydreaming.

But in fact, this new director came from the Chen family in Beijing and is a direct descendant of the Chen family. This literary film will later send Cui Tianya to the position of the best actress at the Venice Film Festival.

In late May, Ningwu Fengyun’s income finally arrived. Counting advertising revenue, audiovisual publishing, three or four rounds of broadcast rights, and eleven overseas copyrights, Ningwu Fengyun earned a total of 1.2 billion yuan, deducting tax and Other miscellaneous expenses made a net profit of 800 million. According to the pre-signed agreement, Meng Ze knows that one hundred and six million will be allocated.

Su Shi transferred all of these eight hundred million to Meng Zezhi’s account.

“I have no shortage of working capital. You can use it first.”

He probably guessed Meng Zezhi’s purpose.

“Okay, this money is even your investment in my place.” Meng Zezhi said casually, after all, his brothers still settle accounts.

It just so happens that he is tighter now.

As soon as the money arrived, Meng Zezhi took the time to go to the Hong Kong market and entrusted the asset management company there to re-entrust and open stock accounts in more than a dozen countries, including the United States, Japan and South Korea.

After all, always staring at the domestic stock market to cut leeks does not seem very good, and if the movement is too loud, it will easily cause unnecessary trouble.

It’s already summer when I come back from the port city.

Fubo, who received the call, went out and came back with two large barrels in his hand.

“Mr. Lu, my son brought some seafood here. How about having a seafood dinner at noon?”

His son opened a seafood specialty store in the vegetable market. On weekdays, any fresh seafood will be delivered to Yiquan Villa.

“Huh?” Meng Zezhi became interested. He said he had been a fisherman before, and he asked, “What is there?”

Fubo flipped through the contents of the bucket and reported seven or eight kinds of seafood: “There are hairtails, razor clams, sea cucumbers, oysters…”

“Leave it to me to do it,” Meng Zezhi stood up and said while pulling his sleeves: “It just so happens that I am off today, and I can go to deliver food to Ah Shi at noon.”

“Okay.” Fubo was also happy to be lazy for a while.

Hua’an Street, the central business district of Liushi City, where the Su Group bought a building as its headquarters.

This was the first time Meng Zezhi entered Su Shi’s company.

With a surprised look at the front desk, Meng Zezhi called Assistant Chen, and the other side led him to Su Shi’s office from the upper floor.

Hearing a knock on the door, Su Shi raised his head, then his eyes lit up, and he stood up from his chair suddenly: “Why are you here?”

Meng Zezhi mentioned the food box in his hand: “I will bring you food.”

Assistant Chen helped them close the office door very intimately.

“You did it all?” Su Shi couldn’t hide his joy on his face.

“Yeah.” Meng Zezhi put the food on the coffee table one by one.

“Then have you eaten?” Su Shi took the bowl and chopsticks handed over by Meng Zezhi, and asked smoothly.

“Nothing.” Meng Zezhi replied.

“Hey,” Su Shi raised his head: “Should we eat together?”

“No,” Meng Zezhi put a plate of grilled oysters in front of him, saying meaningfully: “I will eat it after you finish.”

Su Shi’s ears instantly burst red, he immersed himself in grilling rice, and then took advantage of the gap between Meng Zezhi’s visit to the office, and quickly ate a plate of charcoal grilled oysters.

Meng Zezhi, who had been vegetarian for half a month, ate him without problems.

When the cloud sold rain, Su Shi shrank into Meng Zezhi’s arms with a full face.

At this time, Su Shi’s cell phone rang, and he reached out and pushed Meng Zezhi.

Meng Zezhi turned over and picked up the phone from the bedside table and handed it to him.

The phone connected: “Hey…what did you say?”

“What’s the matter?” Meng Zezhi hugged the person in his arms.

Su Shi hung up the phone and curled his lips, somewhat disappointed: “Cui Qifeng is dead.”

Cui Qifeng is dead, his former security colleague made the move.

Three years ago, Cui Qifeng’s company moved. Because of a series of misconduct, the company’s finances mistakenly left a pack of cash in the garbage dump, and then it was picked up by Cui Qifeng’s security colleagues.

The other party was so heartbroken that he immediately took the bag of money to ignorance.

After the incident, the financial company who lost the money was expelled from the company, and he also found a reason to leave the company casually.

Half a year later, Cui Qifeng and him ran into each other on the street, and they met for a drink together. The other party drank too much and missed the conversation.

At that time, Cui Qifeng was competing with others for the position of deputy captain of the security team. Hearing this, his mind became alive instantly, and he did not hesitate to report him without hesitation.

Cui Qifeng successfully took the position of deputy captain of the security team. His salary was increased by two hundred yuan, and the company gave a reward of two thousand yuan.

His security colleague stole a lot of money, nearly 150,000.

The company took him directly to court, and the court sentenced him to five years in prison.

Leaning on a mouthful, he was okay in jail.

Then, Cui Qifeng went in.

Killing in prison is not difficult, easy and not easy, the process is not important, anyway, Cui Qifeng died in the end, he fell to death, it is said that he will not die.

That’s good, if the dog bites the dog, you don’t need Meng Zezhi to do it again.

After all, in the original plot, both the predecessor and his son died in the hands of Cui Qifeng.

Just twenty years of imprisonment, how can you relieve your anger?

It was already two days after Cui Tianya rushed back from the deep mountain and old forest.

Looking at the black and white photo in the center of the mourning hall, Cui Tianya was almost fainting. She knelt on the ground with a thump, crying bitterly: “Brother…”

Even if Cui Qifeng is useless, she always drags her back, but the siblings are siblings. Now that Cui Qifeng dies, these barriers will naturally disappear. On the contrary, the good moment Cui Qifeng once treated her has been magnified a hundred times.

“It’s all my fault, brother, I killed you.”

If she hadn’t been born again, hadn’t made a fortune, Cui Qifeng would not faint and retaliate against the Lu family, let alone lose her life.

Shi Lingheng looked guilty, he squatted on the ground, put his left hand on Cui Tianya’s shoulder, and sighed, “Blame me…”

He originally promised Cui Tianya that he would help Cui Qifeng take care of everything in the prison, but only a few days later, Cui Qifeng had an accident.

He promised: “Don’t worry, murder pays for your life, I will definitely make those who killed him pay the price.”

“Ling Heng.” Cui Tianya cried and fell into Shi Lingheng’s arms.

She had already cried and fainted without Helanzhi.

“How can people say it will be gone…” Cui Bo sat slumped on the ground, his eyes blank, his two hands mechanically added paper money into the brazier.

His Cui family has a single pass for three generations. This is the son he has been looking forward to for more than ten years. He is not married yet, and he has not given birth to a big fat grandson. He was still discussing with him the other day about opening a hot pot restaurant. Why did he disappear in a blink of an eye?

Thinking of this, his face twisted a little bit, and a ray of hatred burst into his eyes.

Lu Jingyang is all to blame. If it weren’t for him, his son would not go to jail, let alone die…

Why, Lu Jingyang is alive and well, but his son is dead?