The greedy Tianshi boss was specially recruited by the state

Zhang Tianfeng still reattached the ghost's head and limbs... For no other reason than to avoid causing pain to her eyes...

I also gave them a change of clean and warm clothes.

So, Zhang Tianfeng used the earth escape technique to bring the mother and son, who looked brand new, to the Hengdian Film and Television City, a thousand miles away, to the crew of "Wind, Flowers, Snow and Moon".

No one noticed Zhang Tianfeng who suddenly appeared in the corner.

But it was only temporary. Soon, someone discovered this uninvited guest.

A stagehand was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhang Tianfeng, a beautiful woman in a gray windbreaker. Then, after glancing at her a few times, he suddenly asked, "Hey, are you new here? Are you an actor or a staff member?"

Zhang Tianfeng looked over coldly, her eyes sharp and indifferent, and the man was stunned.

This woman's eyes...

"I'm here to see Director Qiu." The voice was also cold... The man complained in his heart, why does she sound a bit like a female assassin...

At this time, Director Qiu walked out among a group of photographic equipment and staff, still on the phone. He was in a bad mood and spoke in an aggressive tone.

"I'm planning on going to Yunnan Lotte New Village tomorrow. What's wrong with you guys? The live broadcast data is so high, and you're just waiting like that? Go ahead and arrange your work! I spent so much money to invite celebrities to come, I'm not going to fish for three days and dry the net for two days!"

"Yeah, what?! Zhu Liqian can't cause such a big mess on her own. Let the legal department ask her for compensation! Isn't everything arranged? Is there anything else?"

"Got it. I'll go over and keep an eye on it tomorrow. Okay, okay, hang up now."

Mr. Qiu was in his fifties, but his hair was already gray, his face was weathered, and he was hunched over.

Zhang Tianfeng was stunned. Look at him, at such an old age, he's still working so hard. What's the point? He's really short-sighted. He's lived his life in vain, never understanding anything, and can't let go of anything...

Chairman Qiu put down his phone, and the male secretary beside him reminded him: "Chairman, someone wants to see you."

Director Qiu still didn't turn around and asked impatiently, "Who are you? Do you have an appointment?"

"Chairman, she is here." The male secretary continued to remind.

Director Qiu turned around suddenly and saw Zhang Tianfeng standing there with a cold expression, his face drooping as if his father had died...

Mr. Qiu asked in confusion: "You're looking for me? How did you get in? What are you doing here?"

Zhang Tianfeng stood straight, neither humble nor arrogant, and said coldly, "My name is Zhang Tianfeng, I work for the National Security Bureau's special police, codenamed Tianshi. I just came from the Happy Valley production team in Lotte Xinzhai, Yunnan. I have something to discuss with you."

Director Qiu and his male secretary were stunned, and it took them a long time to digest this information...

"You, are you a Heavenly Master? As a guest on the Yunnan Happy Valley show, what are you doing here? What's the matter that requires you to come here in person? What if it delays the filming of the show? The flight from Yunnan takes at least several hours. This is ridiculous!"

When Mr. Qiu first met Zhang Tianfeng, he gave her a lecture...

Zhang Tianfeng: “…”

She wanted to kill him...

Zhang Tianfeng sneered, "I came here in person because of something important. As for the time, Mr. Qiu, don't worry. It only took me three minutes to get here."

What? Three minutes? That's just nonsense, outrageous talk, and lawless!

"What are you talking about? How is it possible that it only takes three minutes to get here from Yunnan? If you keep talking nonsense, don't blame me for being rude and kicking you out!"

Hey, old man, it's never going to stop, is it? You've been a producer for so long that you've lost your way. I've spoiled you...

"Qiu Guodong, you'd better be polite when you speak to me. I'm speaking to you on behalf of the National Security Bureau special police. Thirty-five years ago, you should have remembered the murder of your lover Du Cai'e, right?"

With a thud, Chairman Qiu's phone fell to the ground... The male secretary hurriedly bent down to pick it up, staring and listening blankly. What's going on... Chairman, there's such a thing?

Director Qiu's face turned pale instantly, and he stood there like a petrified man, unable to utter a single word for a long time. Only the slight trembling of his hands betrayed the complex feelings he was feeling at the moment.

Maybe it's because I recall the past and feel uncomfortable...

The stalemate lasted for quite a while, and Zhang Tianfeng gave him some time to recover. After all, this had happened over thirty years ago. Revisiting the past wouldn't be easy.

"Mr. Qiu, I've brought Du Cai'e and your son here. Do you want to meet them?"

What, what, what??? Brought it here??? What did you bring here???

Director Qiu was completely stunned... Even his secretary looked constipated...

"You, you, I, I, I, what on earth do you mean?" Director Qiu's sudden stuttering caught the secretary's ears off guard...

"It's meaningless. Your wife Du Cai'e and your son Junjun have been waiting for you to return to visit them at the old house for thirty-five years. In the end, you never went once. Their obsession was too strong, and no one paid tribute to them.

"They've been starving and freezing like wandering ghosts for so long, and their hearts are filled with resentment. I'm bringing their souls here. Your lover, who was raped, murdered, and then dismembered, and your adorable five or six-year-old son, are here to say their final goodbyes."

After saying this, without caring whether Mr. Qiu had digested it or not, he stretched out his fingers and formed a seal, saying, "The spirits of heaven and earth are supported by the sun and the moon. When the wind subsides and the clouds cease, the spiritual connection leads to enlightenment. Memories of the past are reflected in my courtyard. With the heart as the guide and thoughts as the thread, I will borrow the power of the spirit to break the illusion."

With a whoosh, a beam of light shot from Zhang Tianfeng's fingertips into Mr. Qiu's brow, causing him to suddenly close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him made his soul tremble...

I saw a young and quite pretty woman and a little boy of five or six years old with big, very beautiful eyes. They were each wearing a black woolen coat and holding hands.

Just like that, without any warning, she suddenly stood in front of him...

There is resentment, hatred, pain, persistence, and deep longing in his eyes...

Director Qiu's blood froze, and he couldn't move an inch. He just stood there, staring straight ahead, as if frozen in place. In an instant, the air around him seemed thin.

The two strange yet familiar faces before him made his heart tighten, his breathing quick and heavy. His eyes instantly moistened, his vision blurring. His lips trembled slightly as he subconsciously murmured their names.

"Cai'e, Junjun."

His legs trembled uncontrollably, his legs weakening. He tried to take a step, but his feet felt like they were nailed to the ground. He reached out to touch them, but they remained suspended in mid-air. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

My heart was filled with intense shock and disbelief, followed by waves of bitterness. Countless complex emotions surged in my heart: nostalgia for the past, the pain of losing loved ones, and the joy of reuniting after a long separation.

"Is it really you?" He murmured to himself, his voice trembling with disbelief and expectation.