Nanfeng felt like he couldn't keep up with Yan Biao and Zuo Yu's train of thought. After some thought, he came to a conclusion: Different professions had different ways of thinking.
There was a huge difference between a bodyguard and a manager. Who knew if they would still have common topics in the future?
Nanfeng didn't delve too deeply into the matter. He chatted with Yan Biao and Zuo Yu for a bit before returning to his room.
The island was very quiet at night. There weren't many insects chirping outside the window, just the rustling of leaves.
After taking a quick shower, Nanfeng sat in front of his desk and opened up a digital document to write down his career plan. This document was for Fang Zhao to read, so he paid extra attention to his wording.
While he was helping Fang Zhao out, many people had contacted him. Among them, a portion of them had expressed interest in becoming Fang Zhao's assistant or manager. Given Fang Zhao's current status, an assistant was definitely not enough. This was an opportunity for them. Since they couldn't contact Fang Zhao, they could only start with Nanfeng.
These people were either music majors or had minored in music in university. They had a lot of credentials and dazzling resumes.
Nanfeng had compiled a list of names and gotten someone to investigate them. He would present the information he had gathered to Fang Zhao when the time came, along with the career planning document.
Actually, Nanfeng didn't really want to leave.
He was just a little arrogant, but he hadn't lost his mind. He understood that all the glory and treatment he received were because of Fang Zhao. If he left Fang Zhao, he would return to his original state. Perhaps there were some people with ulterior motives who wanted to get Fang Zhao's secret information from him.
Nanfeng knew all too well how complicated the entertainment industry was. Bosses like Fang Zhao were few and far between. The working environment here was also simple. There weren't many schemes and deceit. The pay was high, and one could go to all sorts of high-level events to broaden their horizons.
His peers couldn't compare. Yan Biao and Zuo Yu could get such a high pay without doing anything. In the past, he would have been more than happy to do it.
He could get such a high pay and so many bonuses. If he didn't feel guilty now, what about in the future? What about in the future?
Fang Zhao was already able to single-handedly produce an entire season of "Above the Blue Dome of Heaven." Most people in the industry couldn't even hope to catch up. Nanfeng felt that he didn't have the ability to continue working hard with his boss. He had to give up his position, but he wouldn't leave immediately. After the newcomers arrived, he had to take care of them for a period of time before letting them go. The newcomers nowadays were all impatient. He didn't know if they could walk a dog properly …
The more he wrote, the sadder he became. Even Nan Feng's eyes reddened.
He sniffed and continued to write.
— —
Fang Zhao finished reading the script and prepared to reply to the cast and crew's email.
The first season of "Above the Blue Dome of Heaven" had already started airing tonight. The production team was very efficient. The second season was also in post-production. The music studio was also contacting Fang Zhao frequently. One song could be used in many ways, and there were still some difficulties in adapting it. If they encountered any difficulties, they would contact Fang Zhao to discuss and resolve it.
Recently, Fang Zhao had been guarding the island. He had no urgent matters to attend to, so he replied to emails quickly.
Today was the same. After scanning the edited draft, he sent it over and edited it into an email.
Suddenly, Fang Zhao's typing hand stopped.
His ears twitched, catching the high-frequency and low-frequency sounds that were hard for ordinary people to hear. His expression turned serious, and he quickly put away the music score. At the same time, he used the voice control communicator to contact Little Bear. "Hide well."
Little Bear, who had been about to go upstairs to watch a drama with Fang Zhao, turned around and locked the warehouse door.
Holding the black ball in his hand, Little Bear looked at the aquarium he had just moved over today.
The originally leisurely sea slug in the aquarium suddenly became restless and started banging against the walls of the aquarium.
Inside the house, Curly Hair, who had been sprawled on the sofa in the living room, heard this and scurried back to his room to hide the game console in an explosion-proof barrel.
He scanned the room and picked up a few more items to hide. After hiding all his treasures, Curly Hair looked longingly at the location of the explosion-proof barrel before storming out to the front yard. Fang Zhao had said that if anyone attacked, he was to guard the front yard first. In such a dangerous situation, he was allowed to bite first and report later.
At the same time, Yan Biao and Zuo Yu, who were on patrol duty, also received Fang Zhao's notification. "Prepare for battle!"
Fang Zhao told Yan Biao to bring Nanfeng along.
Di di di — —
The island's security system sounded an urgent warning.
Nanfeng, who was in his room writing his career plan, felt his heart tighten. He hurriedly saved his document and got up.
A series of explosions came from the distance. Some came from the sky, while others came from underwater.
Nanfeng could clearly feel the ground beneath his feet shaking. The feeling of impending danger made Nanfeng's melancholic mind clear up instantly.
Having served on planet Baiji before, Nanfeng knew all too well that this wasn't a small skirmish. Something big was going to happen!
Just as he was about to ask in the work chat group, Nanfeng received a message from Yan Biao. "Wait for me at the basement entrance!"
Nanfeng didn't ask any further. He changed his clothes and shoes and arrived at the basement. When he arrived, he saw Yan Biao walking over with a tense expression.
"What's going on?" Nanfeng asked. He had many suspicions. He thought about Fang Zhao's cooperation with the military, the "mysterious background" of Fang Zhao that was circulating online, and the cultural relics that had been donated not long ago …
Yan Biao opened the basement door and replied as he led Nanfeng down, "The Inter-planetary Fund and Tomorrow's Empire have started a war."
Nanfeng:???
Why would the world's richest man and a terrorist organization start a war here?
Although he didn't understand this logic, he couldn't be bothered with the current situation. There was simply no time to think about anything else.
"Where are we going now?" Nanfeng asked.
"Armory," Yan Biao said as he opened one of the doors.
Nanfeng was stunned when he saw the situation on the other side of the door.
This was an armory?
It was completely different from the garage-sized armory that Nanfeng had imagined. This could already be considered a small-scale base!
The quantity and quality of the equipment wasn't something an ordinary person could possess. There were many new models that couldn't be bought even if one had the money!
Firearms and ammunition aside, there were even mobile armors for assault missions!
"This place … when was it built like this?" Nanfeng gulped. "Isn't it a bit excessive?"
"There's a permit." Yan Biao walked over to one of the shelves. There was a box he had prepared beforehand. "Distant battles have nothing to do with us. Don't ask too much. Just guard this building well. Go in and pick whatever weapon you want. There are exoskeleton suits over there. You can pick one if you need it. They are all new models and can be reimbursed. Don't be reluctant to use them. "
"Understood!"
Nanfeng looked at the armory with envy. He was itching to try it out. He felt his battle blood boil again!
It had been a long time since he had touched these things after being discharged from the military.
"Can I use that one?" Nanfeng pointed at the eight meter tall mobile armor in the corner.
Yan Biao replied, "No, you might be killed by mistake."
Nanfeng nodded. "Understood."
From the commotion outside, it was obvious that the two sides were engaged in an intense battle. Perhaps the enemy was using the same model or similar mecha. For example, there might be a traitor in the team. Hence, Yan Biao's claim of being killed by mistake was possible.
"Battle plan?" Nanfeng asked.
"Boss will guard the backyard. Zuo Yu will guard the left side. I will guard the right side. You …"
"I will guard the front yard!"
"… No! Don't worry about the front yard. Just be flexible and take care of yourself. "
Yan Biao thought for a moment and reminded, "If the situation inside the building turns bad, run to the front yard."
Yan Biao, who was about to leave with the weapons box, looked at Nanfeng with a complicated expression. "Keep the internal comms open. Keep in touch. Don't be surprised no matter what you see."
"Understood!"
Nanfeng had been on a secret mission before, so he didn't find Yan Biao's words strange.
It had been too long since he had fought in actual combat and lacked training. Although he would occasionally go to the shooting range to practice, his physical fitness was definitely not as good as before. Not to mention, he wasn't as strong as Yan Biao. It was better to improve himself.
He picked an exoskeleton suit and some firearms and ammunition. It had been too long since he had fought in actual combat. He definitely couldn't compare to Yan Biao and Zuo Yu. He had to rely on external forces. He wasn't good at close combat, but he still had to be on guard.
Before he had retired, he was also the Gun King of the outpost team!
Nanfeng touched his left eye and felt the Wuji's color-changing eyeball.
Although there are many things that everyone knows but I don't, that's not important!
Before I retire, I, Nanfeng, will do my best! Even if I have to sacrifice myself!
For the glory of the Gun King!
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