The richest man: I really don’t want to make money.

Zhou Yang couldn't help but recall the scene during shooting training. Among the other people, out of 10 bullets, only three hit the target at most, and most of them hit the very edge of the target.

When Zhang Lan shot, he thought the result would be the same, but what he didn't expect was that out of a total of 10 bullets, five missed the target, and the remaining five all hit the target.

Three bullets hit the edge of the target, one hit the five rings, and one actually hit the center of the bull's eye.

The position of the bull's eye may seem a bit confused, but five out of 10 bullets hit the target, and this hit rate is enough to show that Zhang Lan has a high shooting talent.

Later, Zhang Lan was asked to shoot a few more rounds, and her target hit rate basically remained at 50%, which confirmed Zhang Lan's shooting talent.

This talent is very rare. If you cultivate it well, you will definitely be a good sniper.

After all, not everyone has the talent for shooting.

But unfortunately, Zhang Lan is not a soldier.

Zhou Yang sighed and looked at the actual combat exercise in the distance. At this time, the exercise had entered the decisive stage.

However, based on the current situation, there is basically no suspense that the team led by Zhang Lan will win.

Exercise grounds,

Seeing that there was only one person left on the opposite side, Zhang Lan rushed out from behind the cover with the remaining two teammates.

In a three-on-one situation, the last enemy was quickly eliminated.

As the exercise came to an end, all team members gathered at the edge of the field.

As the instructor walked over from a distance, everyone stood in line.

"The exercise is over, and the winning team is the team led by Zhang Lan."

Zhou Yang walked up to several people and announced the final combat results.

"However, today's exercise is just a simple drill. There will be a real exercise later, which is also an exercise to test the results of your training here."

"In the final test exercise, the eight of you are all comrades, and your opponents are them."

Zhou Yang pointed at the soldiers who were training in the distance.

"what!"

A cry of surprise was heard.

"Did you make any noise?"

Zhou Yang looked at the man who exclaimed, his tone very serious.

"Report to the instructor!"

The man quickly restrained his expression and reported.

"Say!"

"Instructor, how can we possibly win against real soldiers?"

"Real soldiers? Once you put on this uniform, you are real soldiers."

Zhou Yang's eyes swept across the eight people one by one.

"Once you enter this unit, you are soldiers. There is no distinction."

"Also, being cowardly before the battle is a big taboo. If you are on the battlefield, you will be beheaded, do you understand?"

"In a real battlefield, the enemy will not let you go just because you are weak, and all you can do is give it your all."

"do you know?"

"understood."

"Speak louder, I can't hear you clearly."

"understood."

The eight people shouted in unison.

Zhou Yang listened to the shouts of several people and nodded slightly.

"This is the end of the morning training. Please gather at the training ground on time in the afternoon."

Saying,

Zhou Yang then changed the subject.

"Your recording session will be over in one month. You have experienced a lot in these few months."

"I have seen your growth, and I believe this time will be one of the last memories you will cherish."

"I'm sure you all have a lot of thoughts about these past few months. You can write a song based on this period of training and use it as the theme song for the show."

"......"

Zhou Yang spoke slowly.

As Zhou Yang's voice rang out, everyone's eyes turned to Zhang Lan.

Among all the people present, Zhang Lan is the only singer, and she also has many works.

When it comes to writing songs, only Zhang Lan has the ability to do so.

Zhang Lan noticed everyone's gazes and nodded slightly.

"no problem."

After these few months of training, she did have a lot of feelings.

Although she had also received training in non-military security, and although it was very hard, the mentality during the training there was completely different from the mentality during the training here.

Even if Zhou Yang hadn't asked, she was planning to wait until the filming of the show was finished and write a song based on the military training.

"That's good. You can write songs, but you are not allowed to delay training time."

"Got it instructor."

"Disband."

Zhou Yang said this, and he and Master Ning turned and left.

Wait until the two instructors leave.

Zhang Lan looked at her seven comrades.

"Since everyone trusts me so much, I will definitely write this song well, but if you have any thoughts during training, you can also tell me."

“I’ll see if I can write it into the song appropriately.”

"Sister Lan, we naturally believe you."

"Among the eight of us, you are the only singer, and I've heard all your songs. They're very nice."

"None of my famous songs were written by me."

Zhang Lan smiled bitterly.

Those classic songs were all given to her by Mr. Chen. Although the songs she composed herself have a high number of plays, they are still far from becoming classics.

"By the way, Sister Lan, who is that small treasury? Can you tell me the truth? I promise not to tell anyone."

"Yeah, who is that little treasury? I'm really curious."

"..."

Several people all looked at Zhang Lan curiously. Not only were they curious, but everyone who had heard those songs was curious about the small treasury.

Zhang Lan looked at the curious eyes of several people and shook her head slightly.

"Sorry, I can't say this."

Even if these people really didn't want to spread the news, she would never spread it without Mr. Chen's consent.

Mr. Chen had reminded her of this matter very seriously.

And seeing that so many people were curious about who Xiao Jinku was, but she knew who he was, she felt a little happy in her heart.

"It's noon, let's go eat."

"Ah."

"By the way, do you have any ideas for the name of this song?"

"......"

........................

Jiangcheng,

Nanrui Coffee,

in the office,

Chang Rui looked at the latest data report of Nanrui Coffee with a smug smile on his face.

Today, Nanrui Coffee has once again caught up with the development speed of Nanhe Coffee. Originally, because of their store manager training stage, Nanhe Coffee in Suzhou and Hangzhou has already shown a profit trend.

But after Nanrui Coffee opened, it once again fell into a state of loss.

Fight with me,

Chang Rui sneered.

Chang Zishan looked at her brother's smug expression and shook her head helplessly.

What's so funny about this?

It just made Nanhe Coffee fall into losses again, but Nanrui Coffee was not much better and was also in a loss-making state.

Hey!

Chang Zishan sighed helplessly. She was too lazy to say anything else. She stood up and left the office directly.

Chang Rui ignored Chang Zishan who got up and left, but also got up and left the office and went straight to the editing department.

Now [Magic City Fortress] has been completed and edited for a while.

He wants to see the results.