Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 2.5

As soon as I walked in, I almost blurted out, Xie Bowen was short of breath and exclaimed: "Dad, you, how did you become like this?"

When he interrupted this way, Meng Zezhi's right hand flicked slightly, and the pen tip was drawn from the narrow yellow talisman paper onto the table. He looked at the originally radiant talisman paper and instantly lost its spirituality and dimmed. Meng Zezhi felt suddenly. Somewhat dispirited.

He put aside the pen, took the wet towel next to him and wiped his hands while chewing on the ginseng: "Why are you back today when you have time? The filming in the US is over?"

"How can it be so fast? Didn't I hear that you had an accident? I skipped work and rushed back. Are you better now?" Xie Bowen's expression of concern was not pretending.

Although Xie Guangsheng's behavior is not good, his son is indeed well-raised, three views are upright and filial. With a handsome face that completely inherited the advantages of Xie Guangsheng, it looks particularly pleasing to the eye.

Meng Zezhi tried his best to imitate Xie Guangsheng's tone: "It's getting better, I don't need you to worry about it here. Just do what you should do. If you have a good life, I will feel at ease..."

"Dad, things are not in a hurry at this time." Xie Bowen looked helpless. He kept his dad from using the topic and continued to talk, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, I brought you a gift."

Hearing this, Xie Bowen's assistant quickly took out a paper box from a pile of bags in his hand and handed it to him.

Xie Bowen took the paper box, opened it as if offering a treasure, and sent it to Meng Zezhi.

"When I was in Los Angeles, I met Mr. Zhang Zhiping, a famous fan maker based in the United States and Shanghai. I didn't expect his daughter to be a fan of mine. Isn't this thinking that you love to play with fans, so I licked my face to Mr. Zhang I beg for it, look at it!"

Meng Zezhi took the fan and unfolded it. He only heard Xie Bowen continue to say: "The bone of this fan is made of sandalwood, the fan is made of bamboo by Mr. Li Chuanbo, and the script is written by Mr. Liu Jiasheng."

Li Chuanbo and Liu Jiasheng are well-known contemporary painters and calligraphers.

Meng Ze knows how to understand this. The predecessor played with a fan purely for arty and pretentiousness, not really like it.

He tried to shook the fan and stroked the little goatee on his chin, feeling that it was not bad.

"Not bad." Meng Zezhi praised sincerely.

"It's fine if you like it." Xie Bowen smiled, and then hesitated: "But, Dad, what's the matter, why did you become like this?"

Meng Zezhi shook his fan: "This is a long story. Your father, I am a blessing in disguise. I was so scared by a ghost and opened my mind. You don't have to worry about my face. You will go back after raising it for a few days."

As he said, he patted Xie Bowen on the shoulder and made an expression of excitement: "Son, when your dad and my skills become stronger, we father and son will no longer have to look at other people's faces to live."

"Really?" Xie Bowen was skeptical. He had accepted materialism from an early age, and he grew up watching Xie Guangsheng abducted and deceived.

Meng Zezhi said that these were originally intended to prepare Xie Bowen, and it doesn't matter whether he believes it or not.

He only said: "By the way, you don't have to deal with Wan Ziqing anymore."

Xie Bowen's face changed slightly, and he was silent: "Is she really killing Wan Zihuai?"