Nanfeng felt that he could no longer keep up with Yan Biao and Zuo Yu's ideas. After thinking about it, he came to a conclusion: different careers and different thinking.

There is still a big difference between bodyguards and agents. I don’t know if there will be a common topic in many years.

Nanfeng, who thought he had found the reason, did not go into it in depth. He talked to Yan Biao and Zuo Yu for a while and then went back to his room.

The night on the island is very quiet, and there are not many insects outside the window, only some leaves are slight slapping sounds.

After taking a shower at random, Nanfeng sat at the table, opened the electronic document, and began to write a career plan. This document was to be read for Fang Zhao, so he was particularly attentive in the selection of words and sentences.

When helping Fang Zhao do business outside, many people have contacted him, and some of them have shown their intentions and want to be Fang Zhao's assistant or agent. With Fang Zhao's current status, an assistant is definitely not enough, and it is an opportunity for them. If you can't contact Fang Zhao, you can only start from Nanfeng.

These people either have a major in music or have a minor in music in college, have obtained many certificates, and their resumes are quite eye-catching.

Nanfeng made a list and asked someone to investigate, and listed the information he learned on it, and then he would show Fang Zhao together with the career planning documents.

In fact, Nanfeng didn't want to leave.

He was just a little inflated and did not lose his mind. He understood that all the halos on his body and all the courtesy outside were possessed by Fang Zhao. If he left Fang Zhao, he would naturally be beaten back to his original form. Perhaps there were some people with ulterior motives who wanted to get Fang Zhao’s secret information from him.

How complicated is the entertainment industry? Nanfeng, who has worked hard at the bottom for many years, knows too much. There are too few bosses like Fang Zhao, and the working environment here is simple, there are not so many conspiracies and intrigues, the salary is high, and you can also go to various high-level occasions to gain insight.

The treatment is incomparable to his peers. Look at Yan Biao and Zuo Yu, who usually don’t do anything, can get a high salary here, and are suitable for living a life of scattered life. If he did not do anything in the past, he would definitely be happy.

If you get such a high salary and get so much bonus, you can still be without any guilt. What about the future? What about that face?

Fang Zhao can now carry the music of "Above the Sky" season alone, which has made it difficult for most people in the industry to stand up to it. Nan Feng believes that he does not have the ability to continue working hard with his boss, so it is inevitable that he will give way, but he will not leave immediately. After the newcomer comes, he has to take him for a while before letting go. The newcomers are now very impatient and don’t know if they can walk their dogs well...

The more I write, the more sad I feel, and Nan Feng's eyes are red.

I sniffed and continued writing.

——

After reading an adaptation, Fang Zhao was about to reply to the crew.

The first season of "Above the Sky" has been aired tonight. The crew is very efficient. The second season is also being processed in the post-production. The music studio also contacts the party to summon frequently. A song is used multiple times, and it is still difficult to adapt. When encountering difficulties, they will contact the party to summon to discuss and solve it.

Recently, Fang Zhao has been guarding the island, and there is no other urgent matters, and he will reply to the email quickly.

The same is true today. I scanned the organized adaptation manuscript and sent it to me, and edited another email.

Suddenly, Fang Zhao's typing hand stopped.

His ears moved, capturing high-frequency and low-frequency sounds that ordinary people could not hear. His expression became serious. He quickly put away the music script in his hand. At the same time, his voice control communicator contacted Xiaoxiong and said in a deep voice: "Hide."

Xiao Xiong, who was about to go upstairs to see Fang Zhao, turned around and locked the warehouse door.

Holding the black ball in his hand, the bear looked at the aquarium he had just moved to today on the table.

In the water tank, the originally leisurely sea slug suddenly became restless and began to hit the wall of the water tank.

Inside the room, his curly ears, which were lying on the sofa in the living room bored, rushed into his room quickly, and hid the game console quickly in the explosion-proof bucket.

After scanning the room, he hid a few more items and hid them in. After hiding all the treasures, Curly looked at the location of the explosion-proof barrel and rushed to the front yard. Fang Zhao once said that if someone attacked, it would guard the front yard first. In this crisis situation, it allowed to bite first and then play.

At the same time, Yan Biao and Zuo Yu, who were patrolling in shifts, also received a notice from Fang Zhao: "Prepare for war!"

On Yan Biao's side, Fang Zhao asked him to take Nanfeng to act together.

Bee bee bee bee—

A rapid warning sound from the island security system sounded.

Nanfeng, who was writing career planning in the room, felt nervous and hurriedly saved the document and got up.

A dense roar came from the distance, some from the sky and some from underwater.

You can clearly feel the vibration of the floor under your feet. The sudden approaching feeling of the crisis made Nan Feng's sad mind instantly awake.

Nan Feng, who once served in Baijixing, knew it too well. This situation was not a small fight, something big happened!

Just as he was about to ask in the work group, Nanfeng received a message from Yan Biao: "Let's wait for me at the basement door!"

Nan Feng didn't ask much, changed his clothes and shoes, and when he arrived in the basement, he saw Yan Biao who was fast approaching and looking tense.

"What's going on?" Nan Feng asked. He had many suspicions in his heart. He thought about the cooperation between Fang Zhao and the military, the "Mysterious Background of Fang Zhao" circulated on the Internet, and the cultural relics donated not long ago...

Yan Biao opened the basement door and led Nanfeng down while replying: "Juxing Fund has started a war with the Empire of Tomorrow."

south wind:???

Why did the world's richest man fight with terrorist organizations end up here?

Although I haven't sorted out this logic, I can't control so much now, and I don't have time to think about anything else.

"Where are we going now?" Nanfeng asked.

"Arsenal." Yan Biao said as he opened one of the doors in front.

Looking at the situation on the other side of the door, Nanfeng was stunned.

Is this arsenal?

It is completely different from the arsenal of a private garage size that Nanfeng imagined, and it can be called a small base!

The quantity and quality of this equipment are really not something that ordinary people can own. There are many new models that cannot be bought even if they have money!

I won’t talk about firearms and ammunition, there are all mobile armors for assault missions!!

"When will this be built like this?" Nan Feng swallowed, "Is it over the rules?"

"There is a license." Yan Biao walked over to one of the shelves, where there was a box he had prepared long ago. "The battle in the distance is not our business. Don't ask more questions. Just guard this building. You can go in and pick out whatever weapons you want. There are exoskeleton suits there. If you need them, you will choose one. They are all new and can be reimbursed. Don't be reluctant to use them."

"clear!"

Nanfeng looked at this arsenal and was eager to try it out. He felt that the blood of fighting that had been cold for a long time was boiling again!

How long has it been since I was discharged from the army and I have not touched these things again.

"Can I use that?" Nanfeng pointed to the motorized armor nearly eight meters high in the corner.

Yan Biao: "No, you can easily be killed by mistake."

Nanfeng nodded, "I understand."

Listening to the outside movement, you will know that the two sides are fighting fiercely. Maybe the enemy is using the same model or similar mecha, such as traitors inside the team, so it is possible that Yan Biao's words were killed by mistake.

"Business plan?" Nan Feng asked.

"The boss guards the backyard, the left Yu guards the left, I guards the right, you..."

"I'll guard the front yard!"

"...No! Don't worry about the front yard, you can act flexibly and take care of yourself."

After thinking about it, Yan Biao reminded again, "If the situation in the house is not good, you can run to the front yard."

Yan Biao, who was about to leave with a weapon box, looked at Nanfeng with a complicated expression, "The internal communication is open, keep in touch, no matter what you see, don't be surprised."

"clear!"

Nanfeng also performed confidential tasks, so he didn't find it strange when he heard Yan Biao's words.

I haven't had a practical battle for too long and lacked training in normal times. Although I still go to some club shooting ranges to practice guns from time to time, my physical fitness is definitely not as good as before, let alone he is not as strong as Yan Biao. At this time, I should improve myself more.

I chose an exoskeleton suit and firearms and ammunition. I haven't had actual combat for too long, so I definitely can't compare to Yan Biao and Zuo Yu. I have to rely on external forces. I am not good at close combat but have to be on guard.

I remember that when he was not retired, he was also the king of guns in the sentry!

Nanfeng touched his left eye and felt Wuji's color-changing eyeballs.

Although there are many things here that everyone knows that only I don’t know, those are not important!

Before leaving, I, Nanfeng, did my best in the end! Even if I sacrificed my life, I would spare no effort!

For the glory of the Gun King!
Chapter completed!