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Chapter 223 I choose Tan Wenjie, he is the one that everyone wants

"Hello, I'm a reporter from Weekly Explosives."

Tan Wenjie looked at his "real nephew" Li Qiang, who is also a senior nucleic acid enthusiast.

Li Qiang is very old, and because of Chu Renmei, he is of a lower generation.

Who in the world can help but call Chu Renmei "Auntie Mei" when seeing her? Li Qiang is old enough to be a grandfather, so he can only be a nephew.

"Hello." Li Qiang was a little nervous and rubbed his palm gently on his pants.

"Our newspaper is preparing to do a report on the history of film development."

Tan Wenjie took out a pen and paper, and then a recorder: "Is it okay to record the whole thing?"

"Yes, of course!" Li Qiang nodded repeatedly.

"Can you tell me in detail how you got into the film industry?"

"I followed my aunt at first. She was a famous Cantonese opera actress." Li Qiang paused for a moment. He was not willing to mention the past, but tried to avoid it as tactfully as possible. "...something happened at that time. When I was alone, I joined the Ruwojing Opera Club..."

Li Qiang is telling the story of the era he experienced.

And Tan Wenjie will also record at critical moments.

The reason he came to Li Qiang this time was to determine whether the appearance of Chu Renmei had anything to do with the Ghost Story Association. From his brief understanding, the Ghost Story Association appeared in an earlier period, at least before the Republic of China.

The "I-Mirror" of this world is the original "I-Mirror" of the original earth. It made Ruan Lingyu famous, and even Chu Renmei had the opportunity to become a big star. She shot the first short film "Zhuangzi Tests His Wife", which was known as the "Father of Chinese Cinema".

Li Qiang likes to reminisce as he gets older. Even if Tan Wenjie doesn't ask him, he will take the initiative to talk about what he saw and heard in the past, and he also mentioned "aunt" many times.

As for the promise he made to Chu Renmei that he would never tell the secret to anyone else, decades later, he had long forgotten it.

"So, the first movie actress that Mr. Li wanted to promote was your aunt?"

"That's right!" Li Qiang nodded, "If Aunt Mei hadn't gone through all that, she would definitely have become very famous."

"Can you tell me in detail?" asked Tan Wenjie.

"At that time, Aunt Mei was a ..."

Li Qiang tried hard to recall, but what he said was fragmentary and he didn't remember much.

After the other party finished speaking, Tan Wenjie sighed: "I didn't expect there would be such a thing. It's really abominable."

Before Chu Renmei killed innocent people indiscriminately, Tan Wenjie supported her revenge, but ghosts are like this. If he could really stabilize his emotions and stay rational, he should become a "ghost fairy" instead of a "vicious ghost."

"After that, have you ever been back to Huangshan Village?"

"I will burn paper for Aunt Mei at the intersection." Li Qiang shook his head. He had no good impression of Huangshan Village.

The crossroads is the place where yin and yang meet, and burning paper can send it to where you want it to go.

But judging from Aunt Mei’s reaction, she probably hasn’t received anything in these years.

"Did anyone contact you to inquire about Chu Renmei's story?"

"No." Li Qiang still shook his head.

After chatting for a while, Tan Wenjie stood up and said, "Thank you for your help."

"You're welcome."

After leaving a red envelope, Tan Wenjie said goodbye and left.

It should be considered a good thing that Chu Renmei has nothing to do with the Ghost Story Association. Otherwise, the Ghost Story Association must be very deep if they can create ghosts of this level.

Ring, ring, the cell phone is ringing.

"Hey?"

Young Master Zhang's voice came: "I can't hold on any longer, come quickly!"

When Tan Wenjie rushed to Young Master Zhang's house, he saw a tomboy pointing a gun at the wine jar on the table.

The wine jar was shaking wildly.

Young Master Zhang tried to use the Five Thunder Palm, but was hesitant.

"I don't know what happened, she suddenly went crazy." Young Master Zhang was relieved to see Tan Wenjie coming.

Tan Wenjie asked, "Where are the talismans?"

There is no need to be stingy at this time, just take action.

"It's almost used up. This ghost is too fierce." Young Master Zhang shook his head. "I have been grinding her for many days. Very little of her resentment has disappeared. If I am not careful, she will hurt me. I may not be able to hold on any longer."

Tan Wenjie walked up to Young Master Zhang and punched him in the face.

"Hey! What are you doing!" The woman who was trembling just now turned the gun and pointed it at Tan Wenjie, "You are the one who pretended to be a ghost and deceived my dad, right!"

"Xiaochuan!" Young Master Zhang shouted, and then looked at Tan Wenjie with shining eyes, "What kind of punch is that?"

"The more you practice, the more comfortable you feel."

"A few more punches."

"There's no way to extend your life."

The Imagination Recovery Fist can quickly restore a person's life, but Young Master Zhang's life span has come to an end, just like his upper limit of life is reduced. No matter how strong his recovery ability is, when the upper limit is reduced to 0, he will definitely die.

"A few more punches!"

"Ok."

"Don't move!" Zhang Xiaochuan tried to stop him again.

Tan Wenjie pointed his finger over there, and the pistol in her hand flew out, hitting the wall and breaking into pieces, and her whole body flew backwards uncontrollably.

He simply felt annoyed with such people, but it was more than just a case of aversion to stupidity.

It would be fine if some people who have never seen ghosts don't believe in their existence, but Young Master Zhang can really use the Five Thunder Palm, and when he practices the Five Thunder True Fire, his body will even float in the air. He also doesn't have the ridiculous idea of ​​hiding his identity as the descendant of Zhang Tianshi. Instead, he tells everyone about his identity, wishing that everyone would know.

Zhang Xiaochuan, who grew up in such an environment, actually thought that Young Master Zhang was feudal and superstitious.

People can fly, can you still say it is superstition?

You can send someone flying with just one finger, and you still call it superstition?
A slap can produce lightning, and you still call it superstition?
Maybe Zhang Xiaochuan knew it, she just didn't want to know, a sophisticated egoist.

The other party is just a small policeman, and his good friend has connections with higher-ups, so he is not afraid.

Zhang Xiaochuan struggled to sit up from the ground.

Since childhood, she has believed that her father was an old antique who only knew how to study feudal dregs. Today, when she saw the wine jar shaking by itself, she believed it.

Otherwise she wouldn't have taken out the gun.

But she didn't want to admit that her persistence for more than 20 years was wrong. She always wanted to find someone to take the blame. It was her instinctive reaction to blame everything on feudal superstition and then blame Tan Wenjie.

She sat up with her elbows supporting the ground, and watched Tan Wenjie use talismans to completely wrap up the wine jar in a circle.

Then he said, "Aunt Mei, you don't want to be struck by lightning again, do you?"

The wine jar was still shaking, but the amplitude was less.

"I'll take you to the movies or the theatre?"

The wine jar stopped shaking.

Tan Wenjie: "Lao Zhang, you heard it."

"I go?"

"Should I go? I'm very busy." Tan Wenjie counted on his fingers, "I have several dates and I have to go on vacation to see bikinis."

Instead of going to the beach to see bikinis, he would accompany a female ghost to listen to opera? Unless he has a mental problem.

……

"I really have a problem with my brain."

Tan Wenjie was sitting on a chair in the nursing home, holding a bulging backpack in his arms, which contained Chu Renmei's wine jar.

Old Zhang standing by shook his head, enjoying it very much.

Even the wine jar began to shake slowly.

The only one who didn't enjoy it was Tan Wenjie. He still wanted to go to the beach instead of accompanying the female ghost and the old man to listen to opera. There was no atmosphere at all.

"Clap clap clap!"

After the song was finished, Tan Wenjie immediately applauded.

After a busy day of activities, by the evening, Chu Renmei had completely calmed down.

"gone."

After arriving at Zhang's house and putting down the jar of wine, Tan Wenjie turned around and left. He still had to go canvass for votes to run for the leader's election.

"Dad, who is he?" Zhang Xiaochuan asked as he glanced at the wine jar with lingering fear.

"Tan Wenjie, 20 years old, unmarried."

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

Young Master Zhang glanced at his daughter and shook his head gently. Family members know their own affairs, and some things cannot be forced. Before, he also wanted Tan Wenjie to be his son-in-law and inherit the identity of the Zhang family, but now he has completely given up this idea.

His daughter's high standards do not mean that Tan Wenjie must be attracted to his daughter. From Zhang Dashao's perspective, his daughter is just an ordinary police officer with low salary, average skills and bad temper. On the other hand, Tan Wenjie is so much more advanced than himself at a young age, with extraordinary talent and the ability to see Yin and Yang.

Not worthy of her, not worthy of her at all!
"father!"

……

"Okay, don't worry."

Tan Wenjie put down his phone.

The information was investigated quickly, and the identities of the members of the Ghost Story Association whose photos he secretly took were basically confirmed. Most of them were upper-class people, involved in various industries.

He took out a photo, flicked his fingers, and walked into the office building in front.

The receptionist was applying lipstick while holding a mirror.

Maybe it was because the weather was hot and the buttons of his white shirt were not buttoned. When Tan Wenjie stood and looked down at the other person, he found that the abyss was also looking at him.

The other party was reluctant to put down the mirror, so Tan Wenjie had to ask, "Hello, is Mr. Qian here?"

"Do you have an appointment?"

She put the mirror down.

Black forehead.

"No."

"Sorry, I have to make an appointment." She picked up the mirror again and prepared to put on lipstick.

Although the man in front of her is very handsome, she is not stupid. She knows that she will start working after get off work today. She will contact the pretty boy again after she earns enough money. Now she just wants to make progress.

A banknote suddenly covers the mirror.

She was so scared that she lost hold of the lipstick in her hand and applied it crookedly, with the red mark stretching to her cheek.

Just as he was about to get angry, the hand holding the banknote rubbed it gently, and one banknote turned into more than a dozen.

She immediately changed her expression and put on a smile: "I'll call and ask for you. The manager usually doesn't have much to do at this time."

"Thank you."

Tan Wenjie put the money on the table, his smile became even brighter, and he even reached out and tugged at his shirt, making Bai Xi even more arrogant.

After the internal call was connected, she covered the phone and asked, "What's your name?"

"President of the Ghost Story Association."

"President?"

I haven't heard of this association, but it doesn't matter.

After she said a few words, she put down the phone and said to Tan Wenjie, "Please go to the fourth floor, the manager's office."

"Thank you."

Tan Wenjie walked upstairs quickly, and at the same time, several paper spies flew out of his body to block any possible surveillance cameras.

His clothes also changed. He was wearing casual clothes when he went upstairs, but when he came out of the stairwell, he was already wrapped in a dragon and tiger skirt, a copper coin mask on his face, a five-thunder amulet and an invisibility amulet on his body, and a machete in his hand.

The members were of varying strengths, and the first person he attacked was the strongest one at the last gathering, who was also one of his strongest rivals for the presidency.

Raise your hand and knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Tan Wenjie grabbed the door handle but did not go in immediately.

At the same time, Mr. Qian, who was only separated from the outside by a door, was holding a sharpened Japanese samurai sword in his hand, with a resentful black shadow hovering on his shoulder.

A pair of lifeless eyes stared quietly at the door handle that was slowly being pushed down.

Click, the door opens and pushes slowly inside.

The door opened.

"Ah!!" Mr. Qian rushed over with a roar.

Unexpectedly, the person outside the door also chopped at him with a knife.

Machetes clash with katanas.

There was a crisp sound, and the blade of an ordinary sharpened samurai sword broke.

Mr. Qian still wanted to rush forward desperately, and it seemed that he was going to use his head to hit the machete, but he was discovered by Tan Wenjie in advance, and the machete in his hand disappeared instantly.

Backhand shot.

With a "pop" sound, the man spun in place like a spinning top and rolled on the ground in a very smooth and graceful posture.

“That’s the feel.”

Tan Wenjie was in a very good mood as he finally received the true teachings from his master!

He lowered his head to observe his right hand, then swung it at the air a few times, pulling it forward and backward, with all his strength.

Mr. Qian's body, wrapped in resentment, straightened up, reached out to grab the blade and rushed towards Tan Wenjie again.

Ding!
Tan Wenjie didn't even look at it, he just used his index and middle fingers to pinch the blade that was about to hit his face.

There were two people, one of them grasped the blade with both hands, refusing to let go even though blood was dripping, pretending to fight to the death, while the other just calmly held the blade between two fingers.

A gentle twist of the wrist.

"Ah!" Mr. Qian screamed and was thrown away.

A five-thunder talisman was attached to Mr. Qian's shoulder, and resentment immediately surged and struggled. Mr. Qian also began to shake violently. The resentment was very strong, but thunder and lightning, as the nemesis of all evil, would only become stronger, and suppression always existed.

"Do your best to elect me as the president." Tan Wenjie said, squatting in front of him.

"Okay, I choose you!"

"I'll leave you a warning first, so you don't regret it."

The lightning is dormant in the body. Unless there is something that can forcibly grab the lightning out of the body, or the body can be restored after being blown to pieces, there is no possibility for the opponent to escape.

The copper coin mask on Tan Wenjie's face disappeared, and the cold atmosphere of the office instantly enveloped him, and he shivered subconsciously.

"By the way, what story were you going to tell when you were preparing to run for president?"

Mr. Qian: "A campus ghost story, a story of all kinds of things."

"How far have we come?"

He knew that for the story to develop naturally, it had to be arranged in advance.

"People are dead."

"Oh." Tan Wenjie nodded.

He received another optional task.

[Optional Task 6: Four-Unlike-Style]

That is, those members represent an optional task.

……

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for another gathering of the Ghost Story Association. During this time, Tan Wenjie had personally greeted all the members and obtained votes from 19 people.

Another three people abstained and disappeared from the world.

The president of the Ghost Story Association: "Today we are running for president. Let's welcome the candidate to the stage with applause."

Tan Wenjie stood up and shook hands with the president in a friendly manner.

"I want to be the president, please vote for me, but the story is not ready yet."

"Please tell a story." The president of the Ghost Story Association frowned.

Tan Wenjie looked at the people below with a smile.

He's not very good at telling stories.

A member raised his fist and said, "I vote for Tan Wenjie. He is the one that everyone wants!"

"Be the guildmaster! Be the guildmaster!"

Only a few people and the president of the Ghost Story Association were staring at the scene in front of them in confusion.

"Don't make a fuss. How can I be the president?" Tan Wenjie looked at the president. "We have a democratic election, right?"

"you!"

The Ghost Story Association president's expression changed several times before finally putting on a smile.

"Now that the new president has been elected, the next step is to taste the food. This time it's the long-awaited Alpine goat kid. I'll go to the kitchen to urge the food to be served."

(End of this chapter)