Superstars of Tomorrow

Nanfeng felt that he could not keep up with Yan Biao and Zuo Yu's thinking more and more, after thinking about it, he came to a conclusion: different occupations, different thinking.

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

Nan Feng, who thought he had found the reason, didn't investigate further, and went back to his room after talking to Yan Biao and Zuo Yu for a while.

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

After casually taking a shower, Nanfeng sat at the desk, opened the electronic document, and began to write his career plan. This document was for Fang Zhao to read, so he paid special attention to the choice of words and sentences.

When he was helping Fang Zhao outside, quite a few people had contacted him, and some of them had expressed their willingness to be Fang Zhao's assistant or manager. With Fang Zhao's current status, one assistant is definitely not enough, it is an opportunity for them. If you can't contact Fang Zhao, you can only start from Nanfeng.

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

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

In fact, when it comes to leaving, Nanfeng doesn't want to.

He was just a little swollen, but he didn't lose his mind. He understood that all the auras on his body and all the courtesy outside were all because of Fang Zhao. If he left Fang Zhao, he would naturally be beaten back to his original form. Perhaps some people with ulterior motives wanted to get Fang Zhao's secret information from him.

Nanfeng, who has worked hard at the bottom for many years, knows how complicated the entertainment industry is. There are too few bosses like Fang Zhao, and the working environment here is also simple. Gain insight in high-level occasions.

The treatment is incomparable among peers. Seeing that Yan Biao and Zuo Yu can get high wages here without doing shit, they are suitable for eating and waiting to die. In the past, he must be happy in every way.

With such a high salary and so many bonuses, you can still feel guilty now, but what about in the future? And that face?

Fang Zhao is now able to carry the music of "Above the Sky" season alone, which has already made it difficult for most people in the industry to hold a candle to. Nanfeng thinks that he does not have the ability to continue to work hard with the boss, and it is inevitable to give up his position, but he will not leave immediately. After the newcomer arrives, he has to stay with him for a while before letting go. The newcomers are all frizzy now. I don't know if I can walk my dog ​​well...

The more I wrote, the more sad it became, and Nanfeng's eyes were red.

He took a deep breath and continued writing.

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After Fang Zhao finished an adaptation, he was going to reply to the email from the crew.

The first season of "Above the Sky" has started broadcasting tonight, and the crew is very efficient. The second season is also in post-processing, and Fang Zhao is also frequently contacted by the music studio. One song is multi-purpose, and it is still difficult to adapt it. When encountering difficulties, I will contact Fang Zhao to discuss and solve them.

Fang Zhao has been staying on the island recently, and there is no other urgent matter, and he responds to emails quickly.

Today is the same, I scanned and sent the edited manuscript, and edited another email.

Suddenly, Fang Zhao stopped typing.

The ears moved, capturing the high-frequency and low-frequency sounds that are difficult for ordinary people to hear. His expression became serious, and he quickly put away the music manuscript in his hand. At the same time, he voice-controlled the communicator to contact Little Bear, and said in a deep voice, "Hide well."

Xiao Xiong, who was about to go upstairs to find Fang Zhao to watch the drama together, turned around and locked the warehouse door.

Holding the black ball in his hand, Little Bear looked at the aquarium on the table that he just moved here today.

In the tank, the originally leisurely sea slugs suddenly became agitated and began to hit the tank wall.

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

Scanning the room, he took a few more things and hid them in. After hiding all the precious things, Curly looked at the location of the explosion-proof barrel reluctantly, and then rushed to the front yard. Fang Zhao said that if someone attacks, it will guard the front yard first. In this crisis situation, it is allowed to bite first and play later.

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

On Yan Biao's side, Fang Zhao asked him to take Nanfeng along with him.

Beep beep——

The rapid warning sound of the island's security system sounded.

Nan Feng, who was writing his career plan in the room, felt tense, hurriedly saved the document and got up.

There was a burst of dense bangs in the distance, some from the sky and some from underwater.

He could clearly feel the vibration of the floor under his feet, and the feeling of the sudden approach of crisis made Nan Fengzheng's sad mind instantly sober.

Nanfeng, who had served in Baijixing, knew all too well that this situation was not a small matter, something big happened!

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

Nan Feng didn't ask any more questions, changed his clothes and shoes, and when he arrived at the basement, he saw Yan Biao who walked over quickly with a tense expression.

"What's going on?" Nan Feng asked. He had many suspicions in his heart, thinking about Fang Zhao's cooperation with the military, about the "mysterious background of Fang Zhao" circulating on the Internet, and about the cultural relics donated not long ago...

Yan Biao opened the door of the basement, and while leading the south wind down, he replied: "The Juxing Fund has started a war with the Empire of Tomorrow."

south wind:? ? ?

Why did the world's richest man fight a terrorist organization here?

Although I haven't clarified this logic, I can't control the current situation so much, and I don't have time to think about other things.

"Where are we going now?" Nan Feng asked.

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

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

This is the arsenal?

It was completely different from the arsenal the size of a private garage that Nanfeng had imagined. This could already be called a small base!

The quantity and quality of this equipment is really beyond the reach of ordinary people. Many new models cannot be bought even if they have money!

Not to mention guns and ammunition, there are mobile armors for assault missions! !

"This place... When was it built like this?" Nanfeng swallowed, "Is it beyond the rules?"

"There is a permit." Yan Biao walked over to one of the shelves, where there was a box he had prepared a long time ago, "The battle in the distance is none of our business, don't ask too much, just guard this building. What kind of weapon do you want?" Go in and pick it out yourself, there are exoskeleton suits over there, if you need one, pick one up, they are all new and can be reimbursed, don’t be reluctant to use them.”

"clear!"

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

How long has it been, I haven't touched these things since I left the army.

"Can I use that?" Nanfeng pointed to the nearly eight-meter-high mobile armor in the corner.

Yan Biao: "No, it is easy to be killed by mistake."

Nan Feng nodded, "Understood."

Listening to the movement outside, you can tell that the two sides are fighting fiercely. Maybe the enemy is using the same model or a similar mecha, such as a traitor in the team, so it is also possible that Yan Biao was killed by mistake.

"Battle plan?" Nanfeng asked.

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

"I guard the front yard!"

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

After thinking for a while, Yan Biao ordered 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 the weapon box, gave Nanfeng a complicated look, "The internal communication is on, keep in touch, don't worry about what you see, don't be surprised."

"clear!"

Nanfeng also performed a secret mission, so he didn't find it strange to hear Yan Biao's words.

It’s been too long since he has been in actual combat, and he lacks training. Although he still goes to some club shooting ranges to practice guns from time to time, his physical fitness is definitely not as good as before, not to mention that he is not as strong as Yan Biao. Give yourself a boost.

I picked out an exoskeleton suit, guns and ammunition. It's been too long without actual combat, so he's definitely not as good as Yan Biao and Zuo Yu, so he has to rely on external forces. Not good at close combat but can defend with one hand.

I think that before he retired, he was also the spearhead of the sentry team!

Nanfeng touched his left eye and felt the color-changing eyeball of Wuji.

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

Before leaving, I, Nanfeng, will do my best! Even sacrifice is not hesitating!

For the glory of the gun king!