Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Akahoshi glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said in a sinister tone, "You want to know?"

Chi Feng quickly waved his hands and shook his head: "No, no, no, I don't want to."

He then remembered that his ancestor had said he was going to find a wife. What wife?

Our ancestor never even had a maidservant during her lifetime.

No, the question that had been nagging at me blurted out: "Is the wife you're looking for a living person?"

Akahoshi nodded, tacitly agreeing with his words.

"He's in the entertainment industry, I'm going to find him."

To Chi Feng's astonishment, Chi Xing revealed that he was going to a paranormal program to find Qing Yu.

*

"Look at you, an eighteen-year-old lad, how can you be so sloppy? You'll have a hard time finding a wife in the future."

Inside a house, Qingyu lay listlessly on the sofa, with SpongeBob SquarePants playing on the television in front of her.

All I could hear was the nagging of a middle-aged woman.

Seeing that he didn't reply and didn't show any displeasure on his face, the middle-aged woman inwardly looked down on him.

Xiao Li was right; this guy is slow to react, and that's the kind of person who's easy to manipulate.

She was still holding a mop in her hand, her eyes darting around, before finally looking at Qingyu.

"Xiaoyu, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but a man should act like a man, otherwise how will he find a wife in the future?"

Qingyu casually replied, "I won't look for one."

The woman immediately became anxious, clicked her tongue, and slapped her thigh:

"How can that be? No man is immune to marriage. I think you're about the right age for marriage. Perfect timing, I have a daughter who's beautiful, warm, and generous..."

He talked for a long time, even stopping the work he was doing.

Standing next to the sofa, spitting as he spoke, he looked like an emperor surveying his domain.

One minute they're saying how Qingyu should treat people well in the future, and the next they're saying they should have another child so the family of three can live a good life.

Qingyu couldn't help but reach up and pick at her ear, then picked up her phone to type.

A few minutes later, the woman's phone rang.

She answered the phone, bowing and scraping, and came back with a terrible expression.

"Xiaoyu, how could you give me a bad review?"

Qingyu looked at the TV and blinked, "Auntie, what do you do for a living?"

The woman replied matter-of-factly, "Of course she's a part-time worker, otherwise why would I be here at this hour?"

Qingyu nodded: "Oh, so you know you're just a part-time worker."

The woman seemed to realize she hadn't done any work, so she picked up a rag and started wiping the table again, still talking to herself:

"My daughter is such a wonderful girl, wouldn't you like to get to know her?"

Qingyu sighed softly, glanced at her, and said, "Don't bother. It's pitiful that your daughter was abandoned after getting pregnant at nineteen, but you can't blame an honest man. You're being too immoral."

Upon hearing this, the woman was like a chicken with its neck being choked, unable to find a word to refute, her face turning red with embarrassment.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I kindly introduced my daughter to you, you're getting a good deal, and you still dare to slander my daughter? You really don't appreciate my kindness."

Qingyu shook her head, ignoring him, and instead made a phone call.

"Hey, Manager Zhang, the hourly worker you hired is bullying me. She wants me to marry a woman who's pregnant out of wedlock..."

A man's angry roar came from the other end, followed by an urgent voice: "Ignore them, get them out! Get them all out!!"

They got really worked up later, and their voices were so loud that Qingyu silently moved her phone away.

Zhang Bin walked in through the door, cursing and swearing.

As soon as I entered, I started looking around for someone.

"What pregnant woman? Who's trying to scam you?"

Qingyu pointed to the woman standing there holding a rag.

Zhang Bin looked at his assistant in disbelief and asked, "Explain this?"

Assistant: "Aunt Liu, are you alright? I was trying to do you a good job, and you're trying to get me into trouble!"

Liu's mother was kicked out by Zhang Bin, who also refused to pay her commission.

Zhang Bin asked his assistant, Xiao Zhou, to clean the house, as it was his house and was only temporarily being used by Qing Yu.

Currently, Qingyu is the artist under Zhang Bin who is most likely to make money and is the most obedient.

This kid is innocent and doesn't play mind games with him; Zhang Bin likes artists like that.

"Xiaoyu, you can't just marry any woman, especially one who's pregnant. They're all lying to you."

Qingyu glanced at him, then continued watching TV, it was unclear whether she had understood or not.

Zhang Bin ignored it and continued, "This is the second episode of that paranormal program, and this episode is called Paranormal Inn."

"So, isn't it mysterious? Something to look forward to?"

Zhang Bin opened the file and placed it in front of Qing Yu.

Qingyu remained unresponsive, as if she was sulking?

Suddenly the doorbell rang again. Assistant Xiao Zhou came out and came back in with a bag of takeout.

When Qingyu smelled the familiar aroma of fried chicken, her watery eyes looked at Xiao Zhou, and the expression on her face seemed to say, "I want to eat it."

Zhang Bin smiled and took the takeout, saying, "This is takeout I ordered for you, but you can eat it after you start working."

His eyes fell on the documents on the table.

Qingyu flipped through the pages, turned to the last page, and signed her name.

Ever since he came here, Manager Zhang has always forbidden him from eating street food or fried chicken, and he can only eat some kind of nutritious meal.

It doesn't taste good at all; Qingyu doesn't like it.

Finally able to eat fried chicken, Qingyu threw down her pen after signing and reached for the fried chicken.

Zhang Bin handed him the fried chicken and shook his head: "You can't eat what other people buy for you. Aren't you afraid they'll poison you?"

"You're lucky you ran into me. What would you have done if you'd run into an unscrupulous company and manager?"

As he was speaking, Qingyu stuffed a piece of fried chicken into his mouth.

"Zhang Gou Dan! You're making a scene!"

Hearing this, Zhang Bin looked around and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xiao Zhou go into the bedroom to mop the floor. He then gritted his teeth and said:

“I’ve already told you, my name is Zhang Bin now! Don’t call me Zhang Gou Dan.”

Qingyu took a bite of the fried chicken leg and mumbled, "Mmm, Dog Egg."

Zhang Gou Dan: ...

Zhang Bin was a talented student who fought his way out of the mountains in the college entrance examination. In the village, a humble name was easier to get along with. Before the high school entrance examination, he was called Zhang Gou Dan (Zhang Dog Egg).

It was during the high school entrance exam that the principal changed his name to Zhang Bin, and he later got into a top high school and a top university.

After graduation, I took many detours and finally chose to enter the entertainment industry as a manager.

Over the years, he has made a name for himself and is called Brother Zhang wherever he goes.

Only this brat remembered that day on the overpass.

A young man with waist-length hair and wearing a light-colored Taoist robe set up a stall on the overpass, looking like a completely different person from the other unshaven Taoist priests.

At the time, several young women were taking pictures of the boy and suggested that he could make money by live-streaming fortune telling.

Zhang Bin immediately became anxious. With such good looks, if he were properly nurtured, he would surely achieve great things in the future.

He stepped forward, handed over his business card, and sat down, wanting to chat with Qingyu for a bit.

To everyone's surprise, the child pushed the business card back and immediately said, "Zhang Gou Dan..."