Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

The island is located in the far south. When it is still freezing in Haicheng, the temperature on the Nanbin Island is already 34-5 degrees. The sun is getting hotter, the vegetation is lush, and there are many mosquitoes. Fu Nanli has several mosquitoes on the back of his hands. A big mosquito bag, and my patience is gradually disappearing.

It was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and the jungle was filled with heat. Qin Bei, Fu Nanli's bodyguard, saw sweat on his young master's forehead, and the back of his white shirt was already wet with sweat.

He stepped forward and said, "Master, why don't you go back and wait?"

Fu Nanli glanced at him, and Qin Bei's neck felt cold. "Then you stand under the shade of the tree. I'll go back and get some water and food."

Just as he was talking, the maintenance man slowly slid down the tower. He walked to Fu Nanli. Qin Bei knew his young master's temperament and quickly asked on his behalf: "Can it be repaired today?"

The maintenance man said impatiently: "It may not be possible today."

Fu Nanli said: "Tell me where the transmitter is broken."

The maintenance man glanced at him and said in a strange voice: "Young master, just wait. Our workers do this kind of rough work, so don't give us random instructions."

Qin Bei gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master graduated from the Department of Physics at MIT."

The maintenance worker laughed loudly: "Hemp rope? I still have it from Iron Chain University."

This maintenance worker has a typical mentality of hating rich people.

The administrator and his leader turned pale with fright. This island will belong to this young master from now on. What nonsense is this kid talking about?

The maintenance worker took off his equipment, and Qin Bei said coldly: "Aren't you going to continue repairing?"

"Brother, don't I have to eat? I have to take a rest after eating. Rich people can't be so unreasonable, right?"

After saying that, he swaggered down the mountain.

His leader said in a low voice: "Mr. Fu, he has a weird temper. Don't be the same as him."

Fu Nanli looked up at the signal tower and said, "Give me labor protection clothes and shoes, as well as electric-proof gloves and a safety helmet."

Everyone was shocked: "What do you want to do?"

"I'll go up and fix it."

Qin Bei was startled: "Master, you don't have to rush now. It's dangerous at such a height."

Fu Nanli frowned slightly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Go get the tools immediately."

Everyone couldn't defeat the young master. After a short time, they prepared everything he needed for him. He tied a chain around his waist. Every time he climbed a step, he hooked the hook to an iron pole, just like this. Climb slowly to the height of seven or eight floors at the end of the month.

Qin Bei sweated from below.

If the madam and the old man knew about it, he would probably lose his job.

But he doesn't know how to repair this kind of thing, otherwise he would have no choice but to go up and repair it on behalf of the young master.

It's really terrible.

Everyone stood under the tower, holding their hearts in their hands, hoping that the eldest young master would come down quickly.

Fu Nanli climbed up and took a look, and his face became even more ugly. The maintenance man was obviously a half-hearted person. He was repairing it more and more bad, and he had to spend a lot of effort and time.

He fastened the iron rope, looked down at the tools on his waist, picked up a pair of pliers, cut two wires, and began to repair it methodically.

Sweat dripped down his forehead in large drops. It was sweltering in the mountains in the afternoon. Qin Bei stood under the tower and worried about whether he would suffer from heat stroke. His young master usually lived an extremely noble life.

From one o'clock in the afternoon to five thirty in the evening, Fu Nanli wiped the sweat that had covered his eyes with the back of his hand.