Colonize Alien

Wake up, wash up, and go for a morning run on the private beach. When I came back, the nanny, Aunt Zhang, had already prepared breakfast.

In his previous life, Bai Gang’s family owned a pharmaceutical factory with 2,000 employees. It looked pretty on the surface, but to put it bluntly, it was actually a small local factory with many workers and old equipment, high cost and low profit. It’s just two hard-earned money for the proprietary Chinese medicines and vaccines. I can’t save a few dollars after removing artificial raw materials. Before Bai Gang became a soldier, the factory collapsed due to poor management. Now Bai Gang’s rebirth will naturally not watch it. My own factory is dead.

There is no way to play with new medicines without capital, so Bai Gang made a few kinds of health care products to hype up the classic cases of the previous life, and made a lot of money.

Health care products rely on the curative effect and the nine points on flickering. The fraudulent business that dares to sell you a hundred for one dollar is not what Bai Gang wants. For the reborn, there are many profitable businesses, and there is no need to earn this immorality. Qian, Bai Gang is more concerned about the opportunities after the door of the future plane is opened.

Therefore, after the pharmaceutical factory gradually came to life, Bai Gang used his foresight to make money in various fields, and then fed back the pharmaceutical factory, constantly merging and expanding, and establishing a research and development center. While breaking the title of "prodigy", step by step, his own pharmaceutical factory has achieved the first position in the country.

Putting down a plate of fried eggs for Bai Gang, the nanny aunt said, "The trainer just called and said that he will be there in an hour."

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang."

Bai Gang ate the fried egg into his stomach a few times, and then used chopsticks to put the remaining millet porridge in the bowl together, picked up and swept the remaining one into his mouth.

Aunt Zhang said with a smile, "It's a real blessing to be your chef. I feel good when I see you eating."

Bai Gang put down the tableware and smiled, "That's because Aunt Zhang makes incense."

"Don't say that, don't I know my own craftsmanship? The old and the young in my family have never eaten as much as you."

"Those who can eat all their food without wasting food are warriors."

"Haha, it's still President Bai who educates children."

Bai Gang smiled, but didn't say anything. His father had never taught this kind of thing. After he had endured the experience of swallowing compressed biscuits with sour water in his previous life, he had never wasted a grain of rice again.

Seeing that there was still time, Bai Gang came to the training hall after a short rest, intending to practice more before the trainer arrived.

A few days ago, Bai Gang was busy taking care of the business of his own pharmaceutical factory. It was inevitable that he had a bit of a fall in his training, and his physique had dropped by 1 point, so he thought of hiring a professional to help him recover. After all, although he has been practicing swords for more than ten years, It is definitely not as good as a professional in terms of quick recovery.

If this world is still as memory, if it has not been disturbed by his reborn butterfly, there will soon be an opportunity to go to another world. It is very important to maintain a good state at this time.

On the cobblestone-paved path by the sea, trainer Cole was looking at the navigation information on his mobile phone while admiring the surrounding luxury villas with different styles.

"There are so many rich people in China, and I don't know when I will be able to live in such a house."

Cole sighed. As a Chinese national, it is not difficult to buy a house that can be called a mansion in the eyes of Chinese people, but what Cole wants is not simply a house. The house is located in a good neighborhood, which can help you rise to a decent social class; the design should have a unique style, it is best to find a well-known designer, so that you can be decent when partying at home.

Of course, these things can be done, as long as you have money! Not to mention the property taxes, insurance premiums, property fees, yard maintenance fees, etc. that will follow after owning a house, these are all money!

But Cole has everything else, just lack of money!

This is also the reason why he is desperately taking up private jobs in his spare time as a personal trainer for the rich.

"It should be here."

Thinking and walking, Cole quickly found the location of the navigation prompt. After confirming that the address was correct, he rang the doorbell. After a while, Aunt Zhang came over and opened the door.

"Hello, I'm here to find Mr. Bai. I've made an appointment."

"Are you a Cole trainer?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Ah, Mr. Cole, your Chinese language is really good!"

"Thank you for the compliment, can you take me to Mr. Bai's place now?"

"Well, Mr. Cole, come with me."

Following Aunt Zhang in the garden of Bai's house, Kerr pouted in disdain, retrieved a training plan document from his mobile phone, and laughed while watching.

"The money of these rich people in China is simply too good to earn. They are not even at the amateur level, but they still have to find professional trainers. I just need to fool around with a general training class and I can earn ten times as much as a professional team. I don’t know what kind of cute idiot this guy is today.”

Cole was thinking that the two had already arrived in front of the training hall, and Cole, who was full of thoughts about starting quickly and ending quickly and making easy money, pushed open the door.

Then he saw a "dark shadow" speeding past his eyes!

"God! What did I see!? Who is that person!? Is he practicing 100 meters!? Why is he still holding something in his hand!?"

Although there is no timing, UU reading www. uukanshu.com But Kerr can swear to God that this man's speed can definitely compete with Bolt, and he is not using the correct 100-meter running posture! Because that person holds two...two long knives in his hands! ?

Um! ? Long knife! ? What the **** is that! ?

Holding a pair of knives, Bai Gang quickly swept through the dense plastic dummies on the training ground. The dummies were all separated from each other. Although it was quite violent, the trainer Kerr looked at the trainer. An inexplicable sense of art.

A dummy head rolled over and hit Cole's feet and stopped. He leaned over to pick it up and looked at it. The dummy's neck was drawn with a skeleton pattern, and the incision was very accurate in a section. Scratch through the sutures, exactly.

"It's so accurate!"

Intrigued, Cole picked up the other dummy heads and looked at them. The incision was as precise as copy-paste. It made him feel chills down his spine, and he unconsciously touched his throat.

Being able to swing the knife so accurately at the speed of a 100-meter sprint is like a character in a superhero comic!

"This...it's not a coincidence!"

More importantly, he swung the knife quickly and accurately while running at the speed of the Olympic 100-meter run!

Chinese Kung Fu!

And it's not the kind of flower stand used for entertainment performances! It's a real combat-style kung fu!

Originally thought it was an order to make some extra money, but he never expected to meet such a miraculous employer. Cole swears that he has never praised God so devoutly as he is now.

Praise God for giving him a chance to make a fortune!

"As long as you seize this opportunity, the villa! Beauty! Sports car! Yacht! I will have everything!"