"These guys, huh, Zheng Liang personally picked them out recently from the labor market." Jia Zhenjing took a deep puff and exhaled a smoke ring, frowning, "Why? Is there a problem?"
Lin Zifeng nodded and said, "No problem, just that these people don't quite seem like security guards."
"Then what do they look like?"
"Like bodyguards!"
Lin Zifeng blurted out, "Although these folks can't be considered official, it'd be a bit of a waste to have them guarding Tianyu like this."
"Xiao Linzi, why don't I understand what you're getting at? Stop babbling and tell me; your thoughts are clear to me, but do you have any good ideas?"
It was clear that Lin Zifeng was mentally chanting a mantra, and Jia Zhenjing was curious to see what good idea this kid could come up with.
"Hehe, with you here, Brother Jing, what other ideas could I have? It's just that these newly recruited guards shouldn't be stationed at the gate. A bit of a waste of talent. How about I give you a suggestion?"
