The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

After paying the money to come out of the small noodle restaurant, Yang Dongxu waved at a corner not far away. Li Fuzhen's bodyguards were thrown away because the long-tempered princess did not let anyone follow. Although there were still bodyguards to follow, Yang Dongxu had long since been thrown away.

But Li Fuzhen's bodyguard flung away, and even Du Fei didn't follow him. Because when they entered the playground, Du Fei was waiting outside the gate of the playground.

But Du Fei brought two bodyguards hidden in the crowd but followed. Yang Dongxu felt it when he got off the taxi before. Even if he entered the bar, he still felt that the bodyguard was following behind him.

As Yang Dongxu waved his hand, a middle-aged uncle with a small felt hat who was not tall and a little fat, and he looked very ordinary with a beard, took a sip of the smoke from his mouth, then threw it on the ground and crushed it with his feet. Xia came out of the hidden corner.

"Korean?" Yang Dongxu, who looked like a middle-aged uncle's bodyguard, froze for a moment.

In the eyes of foreigners, there may be little difference between Chinese, Korean and Japanese. It's as if the Chinese now look at foreigners as if they were carved in a mold.

But as a Chinese, it is still very simple to distinguish the people in these three countries. You don't even need to listen to the other party or observe other characteristics. You can basically get a 80% chance of stepping on just looking at the temperament.

The temperament of the Chinese people is mostly peaceful, which makes people feel less surprising but cannot be ignored. The temperament of Koreans is much softer, always giving a small family huddle together, while the Japanese are humble in appearance but very proud of themselves.

"No, I did a little make-up." The middle-aged man grinned, and when he heard the other party's opening, he even had a little Henan accent. Yang Dongxu couldn't help but look at him and nodded: "Know where this is." , Let Du Fei come to pick me up."

Now Li Fuzhen is drunk and unconscious. His Korean level is only at Savadika. The amount is wrong... It is the stage that Hasai wants. There is no way to call a taxi.

"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded, turned around and looked around with caution, then returned to the street corner.

Yang Dongxu took Li Fuzhen half a step forward and leaned behind a bus stop to block the wind. It is now in the beginning of December in the Gregorian calendar. The temperature in Hangcheng is better, but it is still cold in the peninsula at night.

But it didn't take long, or Du Fei, who was hidden in the crowd, had always been in touch. So in less than three minutes Du Fei's car drove in front of him, of course, followed by Li Fuzhen's bodyguard's car, and her assistant who was mad.

"Mr. Yang, you must give me a reasonable explanation of this matter today." The assistant looked at Yang Dongxu with anger.

She is the personal assistant arranged by the president next to the princess. The princess of her own parents was abducted for a whole day, and she is still drunk, and the initiator still thinks that she is okay. She can no longer suppress her heart. anger.

Yang Dongxu put Li Fuzhen into the car, turned his head and gave the female assistant a light look. The female assistant suddenly felt stiff all over her body, as if the mouse had met the cat, making her take a subconscious step back.

"It's better to have a brain before talking next time." Yang Dongxu said flatly.

The backward female assistant's complexion instantly turned red and opened her mouth to say something, but at last she didn't say it. Watching Yang Dongxu return to his car, Du Fei started to leave with a smile.

"Assistant Park, do you want us..." A bodyguard approached with some anger. The self-parent princess disappeared one day, not only the female assistant failed, but also these bodyguards to blame.

"What's the matter with you? Sending the lady home, the president will handle this matter." He was angry but was afraid to face Yang Dongxufa's assistant. He roared and turned into the car.

Other bodyguards shrank their heads and dared not come back to fan the flames. The bodyguards naturally came closer to the assistants than the assistants. Especially a personal assistant like this is basically half a friend or even half a relative. This relationship is not comparable to their bodyguards.

Go back to the hotel and take a good hot bath. Yang Dongxu, tired, fell asleep with his pillow on. It was five o'clock the next morning when dreamless night opened his eyes again. This is a biological clock formed by thunder and thunder without training.

However, this circadian clock should be a little bit in recent years, although every time I wake up at this point. But Yang Dongxu no longer gets up directly like before, especially in the winter, he must definitely grind in the bed, even if he no longer sleeps, he will lie in the bed and think about things, rather than directly get up.

Grinding Haw until six o'clock, Yang Dongxu listened to Du Fei outside the house for a long time before doing push-ups and kicks to expand his body. Some boring people crawled out of the bed, which is inconvenient without a smartphone. After getting up, the ink is boring for an hour at most. Even like the afterlife, even if I wake up at four o'clock in the morning, I take a mobile phone and brush to brush it. It doesn't take long to reach noon.

After washing, I looked at the table, although it was very delicate, but it was not as good as the rich breakfast of domestic roadside stalls. Yang Dongxu took a porridge: "How many domestic people are there in the company?"

At this time he couldn't help thinking of the bodyguard who was hidden in the dark yesterday, although he could always feel the existence of the other party. But he really did not think that the other party is from mainland China.

"In the beginning a lot, especially during the big disarmament period, the company Jiucheng is our domestic. After all, people in the country know how to use it.

Later, the domestic life gradually improved, and Wu Ge occasionally introduced some comrades to join in. But the Middle East is basically fighting, and the domestic face is a bit inconvenient. So there are more veterans on the north side.

Now that there are some backbones in the Middle East, most of them are Western-faced veterans. As for the former domestic veterans, they returned to the state in batches to work as employees in other companies, and some went to the property companies that entered the hurricane construction as security. However, the elite remains in the headquarters. For example, some senior security issues of the company are taken from these people. "

"Oh." Yang Dongxu nodded: "Heina will expand overseas markets next year. You can prepare Dugo's side. The security guards with some Western faces should be English-speaking. Of course, if they are Americans, or The British are better. In the next few years, Heiner's main target is the US market."

"Okay, I wrote it down." Du Fei put the dim sum in front of his mouth to show that he understood Yang Dongxu's meaning.

Yang Dongxu, who doesn’t know Korean after breakfast and has little interest in Korean tourist attractions, is out. So I rummaged through the bookcases in my room and took out a book about the industrial revolution that had survived World War II.

The book is the original German, not Korean or English. Yang Dongxu is out of Russian and English. The self-taught German and French are not professional grades at present. But whether it is spoken or read the newspaper, there is no problem. So it's relishing to watch directly on the sofa.

Until more than eleven o'clock in the morning, Yang Dongxujue thought about whether he could not eat lunch in the room. The door of the presidential suite was opened, and a lot of hangers pulled in.

From jackets to pants, leather shoes to socks, watches, and tie clips, plus a row of makeup artists carrying makeup boxes, they are very wealthy salaries and young ladies in later Korean dramas. They go out to gather clothes and jewelry at home. It feels like Everbright Mall.

After a group of people came in, Li Fuzhen pointed to Yang Dongxu, and then a hair stylist with earrings came to Yang Dongxu and said in English: "Hello, Mr. Yang, my name is Tony, and I will design a set for you tonight. Hairstyle at the banquet."

"I'm going, hair stylist Tony has become popular at this time?" Yang Dongxu suddenly thought of nine stylists named Tony after ten hair stylists. He speaks Korean, so Tony looked at him blankly, then looked back at Li Fuzhen.

"Wash your hair first." Yang Dongxu got up and left the book on the sofa and stood up.

This time Yang Dongxu spoke English, Tony understood, and quickly followed the makeup box in his hand. Entering the bathroom, Tony opened under the makeup in his hand, then ruled out the rows of things that seemed to be shampoo or conditioner. Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.

But he didn't say anything. He handed his head to Tony and washed it casually~www.readwn.com~ His hair is indeed a little long and needs to be trimmed. But don't even say that people can be brought here by Li Fuzhen, there are indeed two brushes. At least, Yang Dongxu's scalp was very comfortable.

After washing his head, he sat on the seat where he deliberately moved in to get a haircut, and stepped around his neck. Two people in front of Yang Dongxu stood a huge mirror.

Tony first gripped the temples of Yang Dongxu with the fingers of his left and right hands, shaking them up and down, seemingly observing the shape of his head, dreaming of the design in his head, he said a few seconds later, "The temples are left, and the upper back is shaped. , The side can be dyed..."

"You have to get it!" Yang Dongxu knew that Tony wanted to give himself a classic Elvis hairstyle before he finished talking, and also incorporated his own creative elements, such as what color was dyed on both sides, "Listen to me , Don’t move your hair up from this place on both sides. If you don’t want to fix it for a while, let’s talk about it. Push down all the temples and temples, push it next to your scalp, back..."

Watching Yang Dongxu grab the comb in his hand, gesturing his mouth on his head and constantly saying the demands he had never seen, Tony frowned very unhappy.

The most annoying thing about a designer is undoubtedly that others are pointing fingers at his design. And Yang Dongxu is no longer referring to his hands and feet, but tossing his design directly to design it by himself.

If he changed to another person, he would surely turn his head away, thinking that Tony was also a master figure in the Korean fashion circle. When the King of Hong Kong and Taiwan came, he had his hair styled by himself. What kind of green onion do you look like?

But obviously he couldn't leave even when he was angry, and he didn't know what the kid was. But the Samsung Princess next to him is definitely something he can't provoke.

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