Transmigrating into a book: You are a cannon fodder, but you have to run away

"Thank you."

The man's surname is Zhou, and his name is Zhou Aiguo.

As soon as you hear the name, you can tell how historical it is.

The reason why Zhou Aiguo came to guard the Martyrs' Cemetery is largely because his great-grandfather was a soldier, a glorious soldier who sacrificed his life under artillery shells to defend the dignity of the motherland and protect the people.

But with the development of the times, people gradually forgot the wars and the soldiers of those years.

An annual festival to commemorate ancestors.

He looked at the cemetery next door, where people were coming and going, carrying offerings and bringing their children and grandchildren to visit their ancestors.

Looking at the deserted Martyrs' Cemetery, he felt extremely sad.

I originally thought that this year would be like previous years, with the Martyrs' Cemetery deserted.

But who would have thought that I would see a girl driving here to pay tribute to the martyrs.

"You're welcome."

For the first time, Mo Ling felt a little embarrassed.

She just acted on a whim and had no right to deserve a thank you from the other party.

"This flower..."

"We help you."

There are many martyrs in the Martyrs' Cemetery. Except for a few martyrs who still have descendants, the rest basically have no descendants. What's more, the war at that time was so brutal that many soldiers died without a complete body, and in the end it was impossible to tell who was who. In desperation, they could only build a Tower of Unknown Heroes for them at the highest point of the Martyrs' Cemetery.

Zhou Aiguo and other staff members helped move the flowers, and then Mo Ling followed them to carefully place each bouquet of flowers in front of the tomb.

The cemetery for martyrs is different from that for ordinary people.

Ordinary people have photos on their tombstones.

But these martyrs have nothing but names. They have been born for many years but not died for many years.

The Martyrs' Cemetery does this just to hope that everyone can remember that they have been to this world but have never left.

There were so many martyrs in the Martyrs' Cemetery that Mo Ling didn't leave until around two o'clock in the afternoon.

She first went to the car dealership to return the borrowed pickup truck.

Fortunately, there was Feifei, the cheating device, otherwise, she, a minor without a driver's license, would have dared to drive a small truck on the road and would have been caught.

She won't be able to get out for three to five years.

Mo Ling had just returned home and was munching on the pancakes he had bought with relish when he heard a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I saw Wen Qiye standing at the door with a smile on his face.

"Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to...?"

The Wen family is a large family. Although Wen Xin is the only child of this generation, it cannot be denied that the ancestors of the Wen family were quite fertile.

It is said that in one generation, there were fifteen sons.

If it weren't for the war, these sons would at least have survived.

Unfortunately, they were born at the wrong time and not all of these people survived.

"The sacrifice is over."

The Wen family holds a sacrifice every year, so some things will be prepared in advance.

He only needs to go to the Wen family's ancestral home, then kowtow and burn incense.

There was nothing for him to do after that.

The reason he came back this time was to tell Mo Ling about the entertainment company.

"What? You opened an entertainment studio?"

Mo Ling was so surprised that she even forgot to eat the pancake.

Guaiguailong dingdong.

When did he do this?

You know, she was his classmate and deskmate.

Wen Qiye goes to school and goes home on time every day, so how does he have the time to do these things?

"How do you plan this time?"

"I go to school during the day and do my homework at school. After school, I fly to Beijing. It takes about two hours to arrive. Then I start to investigate and check the geographical location, and then catch the next flight back. The time is just right."

Wen Qiye arranged his schedule very tightly.

Mo Ling stared at him for a long time, clicking his tongue constantly.

Others stay up late for one or two days, and the dark circles under their eyes are comparable to those of a national treasure.

But you can watch him.

Not only do I have no dark circles, but my skin is also very good.

Although he looks a little tired, compared with those who have dark circles under their eyes from working too much, his tiredness is nothing.

But then I felt admiration.

Anyone can stick to such an arrangement for a day or two, but he was busy for more than a month. Such patience and perseverance are rare and precious.

"So why are you here today...?"

"The studio's affairs have been settled. I plan to go take a look today, and then start recruiting people."

"I heard that Beijing TV station is hosting a singing entertainment program. I plan to stay in Beijing for a day and go to the scene to see if I can sign one or two artists."

"and this."

He pulled a file from his backpack.

"This is a copyright contract. Take a look at it. If there's anything wrong, I'll change it on the spot."

Mo Ling took the contract and looked at it, and was very surprised.

The contract Wen Qiye gave her was different from the terms Tang Yan offered.

The condition Tang Yan offered was one million, plus two-tenths of dividends.

You know, if the cheapest price for downloading a song is one dollar, then she can get 20 cents.

This seems to be a good split.

But the conditions given by Wen Qiye can defeat Tang Yan.

Three million plus 80% of the dividends.

To be honest, you'd be a fool not to sign a contract like this.

So Mo Ling signed the contract very readily.

"When the time comes, I'll need you to go to the recording studio and record this song clearly. Then, we can upload it to major music platforms."

"it is good."

Mo Ling thought that since it was a good vacation, she could take some time to find a recording studio to record.

But suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something.

"Are you going to Jing City now?"

"Yes."

"I will go with you."

"it is good."

Although he wondered why she wanted to go to Beijing, he would not refuse any of her requests.

The reason why Mo Ling wanted to go to Beijing was because he thought of something in the book.

However, this person shined brightly in the later period.

She must fight for it and give it to Wen Qiye.

Since Wen Qiye had given her so much, she wanted to give something back.

Because Mo Ling decided to go to Beijing at the last minute, Wen Qiye could only book the ticket on the spur of the moment.

But it's the holiday season now, so it's hard to get a ticket.

There was no other choice, Wen Qiye could only call his family and start his own private plane.

Just like that, Mo Ling boarded the Wen family's private plane.

Before she entered the book, she also wanted to buy a plane.

But a plane can't be as fast as her teleportation.

So, this idea was shelved.

Now that she's on a private jet, she still finds it quite fresh.

"Your family has a private jet, why do you still buy tickets to go to Beijing every day?"

After Mo Ling had enough of the novelty, he began to ask soul-searching questions.

"Longguo has strict management of private aircraft. If you want to take off, you need to report it an hour in advance."

"Besides this, the flight between Hai City and Jing City only takes two hours. If I use a private plane every time, I need to report it every time. If it happens too often, I will need to be investigated. This is completely unnecessary."

"Being investigated? Investigating what?"

"If the number of round trips increases, it will affect the airline's schedule. After all, private planes don't have their own flight paths, so they will occupy Air China's flight paths. It's not a big deal if it happens once or twice, but if it happens every time, it will affect many people's travel."

"Besides, I am just going to Beijing for investigation. If I take a private plane and go there so often, people will inevitably think that I am deliberately occupying national resources. So, this is why many people who have private planes still order air tickets when they travel."

"So that's how it is. Fortunately I didn't buy it."

"what?"

Wen Qiye didn't hear what Mo Ling said next, so he asked in confusion.

"I said it's a good thing I don't have the money to buy it."

"Even if you have money, I don't recommend you buy it."

"With this money, why don't you buy some food?"

Wen Qiye knew that Mo Ling was a foodie.

When talking about luxury cars and watches, she didn't react.

But if it's about food, it definitely hits the nail on the head.

Mo Ling gave him an approving look, which made him chuckle.

The two of them quickly arrived in Beijing.

Stepping onto familiar land again, Mo Ling's mind was at peace.

She was in Beijing when she first traveled through time.

Apart from riding a shared bicycle, using the evil map, and looking for lottery shops on the streets, she basically didn't take a good look at the city.

I thought that when she returned to this city again, she was going to avenge that poor little Qin Duoyu.

But who could have thought that she would come back early even though the plot had been changed into a mess.

"You have something to do, go ahead and I'll just walk around."

Mo Ling waved her little hand and said goodbye to Wen Qiye.

Wen Qiye didn't ask where Mo Ling was going.

After all, she has lived in Beijing for so long, so it’s not too much for her to have a friend.

"This is where I live. When you're done, take a taxi here."

The address Wen Qiye gave Mo Ling was a property he owned in Beijing.

This was the birthday present his uncle gave him on his birthday.

A villa worth millions.

He is not usually in Beijing, so although no one lives in this villa, someone will clean it regularly.

He often comes to Beijing during this period and would take a short rest here.

A lot of his supplies were also purchased here.

When he learned that Mo Ling was coming, he had already sent a message to the nanny in advance, asking her to prepare things for girls.

"it is good."

Mo Ling put the address away, then hailed a taxi and left.

Wen Qiye watched her leave before taking a taxi to the studio.