The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

After paying the money and coming out of the small noodle shop, Yang Dongxu waved to a street corner not far away. Li Fuzhen's bodyguards got rid of them, because the eldest princess who lost her temper refused to be followed. Although there were still bodyguards following behind, they were already thrown off by Yang Dongxu.

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

However, the two bodyguards Du Fei brought and hidden in the crowd followed. Yang Dongxu felt it when he got out of the taxi before, even if he entered the bar, he still felt the bodyguards following him.

With Yang Dongxu waving his hand, a middle-aged man wearing a felt hat who was not tall and a little fat, with a beard and a very ordinary look, walked away and took a mouthful of the cigarette in his mouth, then threw it on the ground and crushed it with his feet. Came out from the hidden corner.

"Korean?" Yang Dongxu, the bodyguard who looked like a middle-aged uncle, was stunned for a moment.

In the eyes of foreigners, there may be almost no difference between Chinese, Koreans and Japanese. It's as if Chinese people nowadays look at foreigners as if they were carved out of the same mold.

But as a Chinese, it is still very simple to distinguish people from these three countries. You don't even need to listen to the other person's words, and you don't need to observe other characteristics. You can basically step on it with an 80% chance just by looking at the temperament.

The temperament of the Chinese is peaceful most of the time, which is not surprising but cannot be ignored. The temperament of the Koreans is much softer, and they always give people a kind of petty air when they are crowded together, while the Japanese are humble on the surface but very proud and independent in their bones.

"No, I did a little makeup." The middle-aged man grinned, and when he heard that the other party spoke with a little Henan accent, Yang Dongxu couldn't help but glanced at him and nodded: "Do you know where this is?" , let Du Fei come and pick me up."

Now Li Fuzhen is drunk and unconscious, and his Korean level is only at Sawadeeka, um, it's the stage that Hasai wants, and he can't even call a taxi.

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

Yang Dongxu half-embraced Li Fuzhen and walked two steps forward, leaning against a bus stop sign to block the wind. It has now entered the beginning of December in the Gregorian calendar, and the temperature in Hangzhou is better, but now it is quite cold at night in the peninsula.

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

"Mr. Yang, you have to give me a reasonable explanation for today's incident." The assistant looked at Yang Dongxu with fiery eyes.

She is the personal assistant arranged by the president to be next to the eldest princess. Her own eldest princess was kidnapped for a whole day, and she is still drunk, and the instigator is still like someone who is fine. She can no longer suppress the inner emotion. anger.

Yang Dongxu put Li Fuzhen into the car, turned his head and glanced at the female assistant indifferently. The female assistant suddenly felt a sudden stiffness all over her body, as if a mouse met a cat, which made her subconsciously take a step back.

"It's better to think about it before you speak next time." Yang Dongxu said flatly.

The backing female assistant's face turned red instantly, and she opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't say it in the end. Watching Yang Dongxu return to his car, Du Fei smiled and started to leave.

"Assistant Park, do you want us?" A bodyguard approached with some annoyance. Since the head princess disappeared for a day, not only was the female assistant negligent, but the bodyguards were also to blame.

"What's the matter with you? Send the lady home, the president will take care of this matter." The assistant, who was already angry but didn't dare to speak to Yang Dongxu, turned around and got into the car with a roar.

The other bodyguards shrank their heads and did not dare to fan the flames. Compared with the assistant, the assistant and the boss were naturally closer. Especially a personal assistant like this is basically half a friend or even half a relative. This relationship is not comparable to those of their bodyguards.

After returning to the hotel and taking a hot bath, the exhausted Yang Dongxu fell asleep with his pillow on his face. It was five o'clock the next morning when I opened my eyes again after a dreamless night. This is the biological clock formed by practicing martial arts for more than ten years.

However, this biological clock has been a bit wrong in recent years, although it wakes up at this point every time. But Yang Dongxu no longer gets up directly like before, especially in winter, he must spend a lot of time under the covers, even if he no longer sleeps, he will lie under the covers and think about things instead of getting up directly.

Chirping and chirping until six o'clock, Yang Dongxu listened to the sound of Du Fei doing push-ups and kicking to stretch his body outside the house for a long time. I crawled out of bed a little bored, it was inconvenient without a smartphone. Waking up to get up for an hour at most is boring, unlike the later generations, even if you wake up at four o'clock in the morning, you can swipe around with your mobile phone, and it doesn't take long for it to be noon.

After washing up and seeing that although the food on the dining table is very delicate, it is not as good as the rich variety of breakfast at the domestic roadside stalls. Yang Dongxu took a sip of porridge: "Are there many domestic people in the company?"

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the bodyguard who was hiding in the dark yesterday, although he could always feel his presence. But he really didn't expect that the other party was from mainland China.

"In the beginning, there were quite a few, especially during the period of major disarmament. Ninety percent of the companies were owned by us. After all, people in China know the basics and use them with confidence.

Later, life in China gradually improved, and Brother Wu would occasionally introduce some comrades in arms to join. However, there are basically wars in the Middle East, and it is a bit inconvenient for domestic faces to be there. So there are more veterans on the north side.

Now there are some backbones in the Middle East, most of them are veterans with Western faces. As for the former domestic veterans, they returned to the country in batches, some worked as employees in other companies, and some entered the property company of Hurricane Construction as security guards. But the elites still stay in the headquarters. For example, some high-level security issues in the company are removed from these people. "

"Oh." Yang Dongxu nodded: "Next year, Haina will expand overseas markets. You can ask Brother Du to prepare for it, and provide some security guards with Western faces. It is best to be English-speaking. Of course, if they are Americans, or The British are better. In the next few years, Hainer's main target will be the US market."

"Okay, I'll write it down." Du Fei stuffed the snack in front of him into his mouth, expressing that he understood what Yang Dongxu meant.

Yang Dongxu, who can't speak Korean after breakfast and has no interest in Korean tourist attractions, is too lazy to come out of the house. So I rummaged through the bookcase in the room and took out a book about the Industrial Revolution after World War II.

The books are in original German, not Korean or English. Apart from Russian and English, Yang Dongxu’s self-taught German and French are not professional-level at present, but there is no problem in speaking, reading and reading newspapers. So leaning directly on the sofa to watch with relish.

It wasn't until after eleven o'clock in the morning that Yang Dongxu wondered if he couldn't eat lunch in his room. The door of the presidential suite was opened, and a bunch of hangers came in.

From coats to trousers, from leather shoes to socks, as well as watches and tie clips, plus a row of make-up artists carrying makeup boxes are very similar to chaebol wages and ladies in Korean dramas. It feels like Everbright shopping mall.

After a group of people came in, Li Fuzhen pointed to Yang Dongxu, and then a half-girl hair stylist with stud earrings came to Yang Dongxu and said in English: "Hello, Mr. Yang, my name is Tony, and I will help you design a set tonight." Hairstyles for parties."

"I'm going, Tony, the hair stylist, has become popular at this time?" Yang Dongxu suddenly thought of ten hair stylists in later generations, nine of whom are called Tony. He spoke Korean, so Tony looked at him blankly, then looked back at Li Fuzhen.

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

This time Yang Dongxu spoke English, Tony understood, and quickly followed with the makeup case in his hand. After entering the bathroom, Tony opened the makeup in his hand, and then cleaned out rows of things that seemed to be shampoo or conditioner. Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.

But he didn't say anything, and gave Tony to wash his hair casually. His hair is indeed a bit long now and needs to be trimmed. But let alone, Li Fuzhen brought him here because of two reasons. At least it feels comfortable to press Yang Dongxu's scalp.

After washing his hair, he sat on the chair specially moved in for a haircut and stepped up around his neck. Two people in front of Yang Dongxu stood a huge mirror.

Tony first clamped Yang Dongxu's temples with the fingers of his left and right hands, and shook them up and down, as if he was observing his head shape, fantasizing about the design plan in his mind, and said after a few seconds: "keep the sideburns, and comb the top to shape it , the sides can be dyed"

"Got it!" Before Tony finished speaking, Yang Dongxu knew that this guy wanted to give himself a classic Elvis hairstyle, and also integrated his own creative elements, such as what color the sides were dyed, "Listen to me , don’t move the hair on both sides from this place upwards, whether to repair it or not, I’ll talk about it later, push this place down and the sideburns all off, push it next to the scalp, and push it at the back”

Watching Yang Dongxu snatch the comb in his hand, gesticulate on his head and keep saying requests he has never seen before, Tony frowned very displeased.

The most annoying thing for a designer is undoubtedly that other people dictate to his design. And Yang Dongxu no longer pointed fingers, but directly threw his design aside and designed it himself.

If it were someone else, he would definitely turn his head and leave. Thinking of him, Tony is also a top-notch master in the Korean fashion circle. When the king of Hong Kong and Taiwan comes, he does all the hairdos himself. What kind of onion are you, a kid who looks a little foolish?

But obviously he couldn't leave even if he was angry, he didn't know the identity of this kid in front of him. But the three-star eldest princess next to him is definitely something he can't afford to provoke.