Sun Tzu said: Soldiers, the great affairs of the country, the place of death and life, the way of survival, must be observed.
Soldiers who, deception also. Therefore, what can be shown is not possible, what is used can be shown not to be used, what is close can be shown to be far, and what is far can be shown to be near. Benefits come to lure it, chaos comes to take it... Bai Fan silently recited Sun Tzu's Art of War, trying to memorize it as quickly as possible. Fortunately, he has become accustomed to reciting ancient Chinese prose over the years, and he can grasp the essentials even after reciting it. He often recites it silently several times , you can close your eyes and repeat. But this good memory made Bai Fan unable to relax, because the various military books piled up next to his bed that were taller than a person reminded him all the time that it would take a huge project to complete the task.
"Knock knock."
Hearing the knock on the door, Bai Fan opened his eyes, "Come in."
"Boss Bai, I brought him." Xiao Wang pushed open the door and led a person in.
Bai Fan nodded, looked at the young man behind Xiao Wang, and looked at him calmly. He looked in his early twenties, tall and handsome, although he was standing there in a well-behaved manner, he didn't feel so An Fen, a pair of peach blossom eyes are always attracting people, this is his future bodyguard
Seeing Bai Fan sitting on the hospital bed, Gong Yijun was a little surprised. The person who read the information was super funny. He introduced, "Hello, I am the security consultant of Lixin Security Company, and I will be fully responsible for your security in the future."
Bai Fan looked at him for a while, lowered his head and continued to look at the pages in his hand, and said calmly, "Does your company have more experienced people?"
The smile on Gong Yijun's face suddenly froze. He originally wanted to make a good first impression on his future employer, but he didn't expect that this guy would actually open his mouth and want to change. Bastard, what do you mean is there anyone with more experience? He is a descendant of a dignified ancient martial arts family, and no one else can invite him, but he actually dislikes it. Gong Yijun endured it again and again, with a smirk on his face, "I am the most expensive and best in the company." It's the boss, can it be cheap? It's true to say that he is the best. In terms of force, the bodyguards in the company really can't beat him a few tricks.
The most expensive and the best? Bai Fan looked up at Gong Yijun again, seeing that the confident expression on his face did not seem to be fake, so he nodded too, this time he judged people by appearance. Although the young man lacks experience, his ability cannot be denied. No one has ever been young. On the contrary, young people always need more opportunities. This time, let him try.
Since then, Gong Yijun stayed and officially became Bai Fan's bodyguard.
Bai Fan didn't feel too uncomfortable about having an extra bodyguard behind him. After all, with Yin Rui, there was not just one person behind him, but a dozen or so people. Yin Rui hadn't taken the position of leader yet. When he was in bed, he even had a few people watching beside him when he was taking a shower, so if he cared too much about the people behind him, he shouldn't put his mind on other things every day.
Bai Fan memorized very hard. Before eight o'clock in the evening, he had memorized the thirteen chapters of "Sun Tzu's Art of War", that is, the whole thick book. Fortunately, all he needed to memorize was the original text. As long as you understand the meaning of the translation of a paragraph, you don't need to write it down.
As soon as eight o'clock arrived, Bai Fan pretended to be full of thoughts about fighting, attacking, military formation, and soldiers. When he got there, he got up from the bed without stopping, spread his pen and ink, and forcibly wrote down the words in his mind. The thirteen Art of War was silently written down.
The words and sentences used by the ancients were extremely simple, and the original text of Sun Tzu's Art of War is only 8,000 words, but these 8,000 words are all-encompassing, from terrain to marching, from military form to strategy, there are extremely incisive explanations, and even the translated text The translation is as thick as a book, which is enough to see the breadth of its content.
After writing all the thirteen chapters silently, Bai Fan felt exhausted. But looking at the art of war written all over the table, he felt a sense of satisfaction, and Yin Rui would be very happy to see it.
At the end, Bai Fan thought for a while, and added a brief introduction to this "Sun Tzu's Art of War" - "Sun Tzu's Art of War" is the painstaking work of Sun Wu who fought all his life, and it is highly praised by later generations of military strategists, and is known as the "sacred book of military science" .
After Bai Fan dried the ink on the paper carefully, he sorted out all the chapters he had written in order, put the introduction on the top, and then stapled them together with a needle and thread. A simple thread-bound booklet was ready. Bai Fan made He is very familiar with these things, because he did the same when he took the martial arts cheats from Yin Rui, and now the self-made martial arts cheats on hand can fill a small box.
Bai Fan clapped the "Sacred Book of Military Science" on his hand, picked up a pen and began to write today's letter to Yin Rui, [Sun Tzu's Art of War has been silent for you, and I have memorized it for a long time, how do you reward me.]After finishing writing, Bai Fan put today's letter and the thread-bound copy of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" into the secret compartment, and then went to bed with peace of mind.
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[How do you reward me.]Yin Rui looked at this sentence with thoughts, and his eyes became far away. How would he reward him... I don't know how long it took, but there was a bitterness in Yin Rui's eyes. The premise of all this is that Fan can appear in front of his eyes. In the end, Yin Rui could only write down, [You can do whatever you want. ] Anything is fine, as long as he has it.
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It was another sunny day, and Gong Yijun opened the curtains to brighten up the ward. Even though he became a bodyguard, during Bai Fan's hospitalization, he had nothing to do. He stayed in the ward every day to help Bai Fan. Fan watched the drip, and occasionally used the wheelchair to push Bai Fan outside to get some fresh air, and the rest of the time he just stared blankly in the ward.
These days, Gong Yijun has seen it, how can there be such a boring person who can't get tired of reading those military books and art of war every day, and often read them all day long, the war madman is not as fascinated by these things as he is.
Not only that, but also the regularity of work and rest is against the sky, every day at eight o'clock sharp, and go to bed on time for a minute, well, it's because of narcolepsy.
Thinking of the news he had just received, Gong Yijun had a bitter face again. The elder brother sincerely did not want him to have a better life, and even his bank account was frozen. How will he live in the future.
"Xiao Jun, pour me a glass of water." A familiar male voice sounded, even though the voice was nice, Gong Yijun still couldn't help complaining in his heart, whether he came to be a bodyguard or a nanny.
Even though at home it was the second young master who stretched out his clothes for his clothes and opened his mouth for his food, but Gong Yijun could only get up and pour a glass of water to Bai Fan's hands at this time, who is his current bread and butter.