Yan Biao was no fool. When Fang Zhao had said that, after a brief daze, he had analyzed the pros and cons in his mind and come to a conclusion: this was an excellent job!
It wasn't that he hadn't thought about what he would do after he retired. At first, he thought that if he didn't reach 50 years old when he retired, he would first join an adventurer organization or something that had a more exciting life. He might even find some treasures and become a rich man in one go. However, with his current injuries, it was clearly not suitable for him to join such an organization.
He had also considered becoming a bodyguard. The salary of a celebrity's bodyguard was high, which Yan Biao had learned from some of his retired comrades. However, being a celebrity's bodyguard was not easy, especially those with bad tempers, troublesome, and different personalities. They could die of suffocation.
He was not yet 40, which was considered the beginning of the golden age in the New Era. He was not someone who could sit around idly. The government would naturally arrange a more relaxed job. The pay would not be high, but it would not be too low either. Basic living conditions would be guaranteed, and the benefits would be good. But in the end, he was still unwilling to enter retirement mode so early.
Up until now, Yan Biao felt that Fang Zhao was still alright. Following Fang Zhao would not be too miserable.
After the attack on the outpost, Yan Biao also knew that Fang Zhao was very capable, but he was a celebrity. After all, there were many things that were inconvenient to do, especially in public. Thus, bodyguards like him had to play a role.
Yan Biao's attitude changed very quickly, and he immediately started to recommend himself. "For a job like bodyguard, you definitely won't lose out by hiring me. Personal combat qualities and professional cultivation might not be top-notch, but on planet Baiji, you are among the best. If you miss this opportunity, where else can you find a bodyguard as good as me? Don't judge me by my current condition. Not that I'm bragging, but when I recover, I will get a better prosthetic limb. I can take on five people at once without panting. "
As he finished speaking, Yan Biao glanced at Fang Zhao, who had been sitting quietly beside him. He could not make out anything from Fang Zhao's expression. He could not help but wonder, Could it be that I'm bragging too much?
"When can I start?" Fang Zhao asked.
Hearing this, Yan Biao knew there was hope. He hurriedly said, "Generally speaking, after returning, I will receive treatment at the military hospital, get prosthetic limbs installed, and undergo rehabilitation training. A conservative estimate would be half a year. However, it had been a long time since I had returned to Mother Planet. It wouldn't take too much time to make arrangements for my family, but I had to spend some time to understand the current situation of Mother Planet. I needed a period of adaptation. But when you retire, I will definitely be in my best condition. "
Yan Biao's attitude changed quite quickly when he called him "Boss". He didn't feel embarrassed at all.
Fang Zhao nodded. Yan Biao's reply was within his expectations. He had chosen Yan Biao after much consideration. Those who had served as sentinel captains were more rigorous in their thinking. They were slightly more tactful, but they had a bottom line.
"Take a rest first. I will send you the contract in a bit. All the requirements will be listed inside." Fang Zhao did not intend to say too much at once. He got up and prepared to leave. After all, Yan Biao's current physical condition was rather poor. After the surgery, his energy was limited, and he needed more time to rest.
"Wait, boss, did the commander and the others look for you?" Yan Biao asked.
"Not at the moment." Fang Zhao could tell that Yan Biao had something to say, so he retracted his steps and waited for Yan Biao to finish.
"Then they should look for you very soon." Since there was a high chance that Fang Zhao would be his future boss, Yan Biao hurriedly took advantage of the heat to build a favorable impression. "The identities of the two terrorists who were killed have been confirmed. They are highly ranked on the bounty list and are considered high-risk criminals. Both of them were killed by you. In addition to the beasts you killed previously, you will be rewarded according to your contributions. Boss, I reckon you will be promoted this time. You might even be able to fight for a third-class merit. Boss, don't think that it's just a third-class merit.
Don't think that it's just a third-class merit. This isn't easy. "Fang Zhao did not show any particular excitement and continued to wait for Yan Biao to continue.
"However," Yan Biao glanced at Fang Zhao, "I reckon that the origins of that gun of yours will have to be investigated. The main reason they are looking for you is to ask about this."
This was to remind Fang Zhao to make preparations in advance. When the time came, whether or not he could successfully apply for military functions would depend on this. If this matter was not resolved well, then there was no need to talk about anything else.
"I got it." Fang Zhao did not show any signs of worry, nor did he press Yan Biao for information. Instead, he asked, "What about you? Will you be promoted too? "
"Me?" This time, Yan Biao's laugh came from the bottom of his heart. The haze in his eyes had dissipated quite a bit. "When I am discharged from the military under these circumstances, I will usually be promoted by one rank, like 'retired major,' or something like that.
Yan Biao had also performed meritorious deeds. Of the five outposts that had been attacked, Outpost 23 had been the best defended and had suffered the least casualties. Even though Fang Zhao had been a factor, Yan Biao had also commanded people to defend against the two dangerous criminals. The outpost's warehouses that had been bombed were not that important. If they had been bombed, so be it. The command center and the engine room were the most important. These important places had been defended well. Fan Lin and the others had also survived the attack. This had already satisfied the base's top brass. Furthermore, Yan Biao had sustained serious injuries in order to save his comrades. Being discharged and promoted was not an issue.
After saying what he wanted to say, Fang Zhao left the ward. But at this time, although Yan Biao was physically exhausted, he was mentally excited. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He thought about which comrades were in the bodyguard business and how he could learn from them.
Not long after Fang Zhao left, Yan Biao's psychological consultant came over for a chat.
For veterans like him, they would have such talks on a regular basis. It was also the case when one was discharged from the military. It was to check if one's mental state was suitable for the position they had been assigned, whether one had any antisocial tendencies, etc.
Originally, when the psychological consultant had seen Yan Biao's resume and medical records, he had been thinking about how to counsel him, but after the chat, he realized that it was completely different from what he had expected.
There was some regret, but there was no gloominess. Yan Biao's mental state could be said to be the best among this batch of casualties.
When the psychological consultant walked out of the ward, he still felt that it was inconceivable. He even had some doubts about his professional ability. He got a colleague to test Yan Biao, but the results were the same.
The psychological consultant sighed as he wrote down the results of this chat on the medical records. "This mentality... is very positive."
Yan Biao did not divulge his conversation with Fang Zhao. After all, they had not officially signed a contract, and he had not officially retired from the military, so he did not tell anyone. But his mentality was already very different from before, especially when he had received the contract from Fang Zhao. His grin had almost reached his ears.
The contract listed all the things that he needed to take note of. Given Yan Biao's rigor, he could not find any areas that he was dissatisfied with, especially the salary. The probationary period had already exceeded his expectations. Of course, Yan Biao did not think that being a bodyguard was so easy or that the money was so easy, but at least it was better than retiring early. All he wanted now was to recover quickly and be in his best condition when the time came. After all, Fang Zhao's other bodyguard was from the special forces. He was a retired major from a foreign planet garrison. How could he be any worse than the other party?
Oh, that's right. In a year's time, perhaps this would be the official Baiji military district. As a retired major from the Baiji military district, he could not lose face for the military district!
Just as Yan Biao was making plans for his future, Fang Zhao was called to a conference room on the base.
As soon as he entered, Fang Zhao saw Shanta and the other five members of the base's top brass.
The send-off ceremony for the soldiers who had sacrificed themselves had already ended. The arrangements for the base and the various outposts had also been completed. Everything was back on track. It was time for the military merits to be tabulated and reported. However, among those who had performed meritorious deeds, some of the active duty personnel still needed to be interviewed.
Fang Zhao was the first.
Logically speaking, when planet Baiji's top brass spoke to the soldiers, the atmosphere should be rather solemn. The top brass would also display the imposing manner of a top brass, but when it came to Fang Zhao, they could not bring themselves to be serious.
After all, the fact that planet Baiji was able to rise to the front of the development sequence was also thanks to Fang Zhao.
Thus, when Fang Zhao entered the room, regardless of what they had been thinking, they could not help but break into a smile. It could not be helped. When they saw Fang Zhao, they thought of the Baiji ore. When they thought of the Baiji ore, they thought of planet Baiji that was about to take off.
Fang Zhao followed the requirements of the military service manual and gave a standard New Era military salute the moment he entered.
"Fang Zhao, take a seat first. Don't be nervous. We are just having a chat," Shanta said first.
Once Shanta's attitude was displayed, the others could no longer hold back, and the smiles on their faces widened.
Fang Zhao sat down in the chair pointed out to him. He was not nervous, but he was not perfunctory either.
Shanta nodded in his heart. Fang Zhao's attitude made it impossible for him to dislike him, but he still had to go through the necessary procedures.
"Tell me about that gun of yours." Shanta's gaze swept over to the box on the table. Inside was the gun that Fang Zhao had voluntarily handed over after the ambush had ended. A quick check of the gun model and the serial number on it would reveal who it belonged to.
"I took the gun from my great-grandfather for self-defense. In the past, I only used it at the shooting range. When I was on Earth, I never used it in public …"
Fang Zhao had only said that he had taken the gun and had not said that it had been given to him by Great-Grandfather Fang. There was a video recording of the conversation, and it would be placed together with the declaration materials.
Actually, Shanta and the others knew very well that even their own children and grandchildren had often played around with their guns before they had obtained permission to use them. Generally, as long as nothing happened, they would turn a blind eye to it. If they really wanted to fuss over this matter, they could just take a stroll around the military districts of every continent and find out who it was.
Once they found out who Fang Zhao's gun had belonged to, they would have a better idea. They would not press Fang Zhao too hard. This matter could be big or small. How it was judged would depend on the attitude of these few higher-ups. If they handled it lightly, it would not be a big deal. Besides, Fang Zhao had also explained that every bullet in the gun had been used. Detailed records could be found at the shooting range, and the other bullets had been found on the bodies of the beasts and terrorists that had attacked the outpost. This proved that Fang Zhao had not lied about this matter.
A small mistake was a mistake, and a mistake was a mistake. Hiding it was impossible, but when the base applied for his military merits, they would polish it a little.
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