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 let anyone follow her. Although there were still bodyguards following behind, they had already

He was dumped by Yang Dongxu.

However, Li Fuzhen's bodyguard got away, and Du Fei didn't even follow him. Because when they entered the amusement park, Du Fei was waiting outside the gate of the amusement park.

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

Following Yang Dongxu's wave, a short, fat, unshaven middle-aged man with a small felt hat who looked very ordinary walked away and took a puff of the cigarette in his mouth, then threw it on the ground and crushed a few with his feet.

He walked out from the hidden corner.

"Korean?" Yang Dongxu was stunned when he saw the bodyguard Yang Dongxu, who looked like a middle-aged uncle, walking out.

In the eyes of foreigners, there may be almost no difference between Chinese, Koreans and Japanese. It’s like Chinese people now look at foreigners as if they are carved from the same mold.

But as a Chinese, it is very simple to distinguish between people from these three countries. You don’t even need to listen to what the other person says or observe other characteristics. You can basically get an 80% chance of hitting the target just by looking at their temperament.

Most of the time, Chinese people's temperament is peaceful, and they don't feel too surprising but cannot be ignored. Korean people's temperament is much softer, always giving people a small family atmosphere, while Japanese people are humble on the surface.

But deep down he is very proud and independent.

"No, I put on some makeup." The middle-aged man grinned. Hearing that the other person spoke with a bit of Henan accent, Yang Dongxu couldn't help but glance at him and nodded: "You know where this place is, right?

, ask Du Fei to come pick me up."

Now Li Fuzhen is drunk and unconscious, and his Korean level is only at Sawadika. Uh, no...it's Hasai's stage, and he can't even call a taxi.

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

Yang Dongxu half-hugged Li Fuzhen and took two steps forward, leaning against a bus stop sign to block the wind. It was already the beginning of December in the solar calendar, and the temperature was better in Hangzhou, but now in the peninsula, it is still quite cold at night.

cold.

But he didn't wait long, or the bodyguards were hidden in the crowd. Du Fei had always been in contact. So in less than three minutes, Du Fei's car drove in front of him, followed of course by Li Fuzhen's bodyguard's car.

, and her assistant who was almost going crazy.

"Mr. Yang, you must give me a reasonable explanation for what happened today." The assistant looked at Yang Dongxu with burning eyes.

She is the personal assistant assigned by the president to the eldest princess. Since the eldest princess was kidnapped for a whole day, she is still drunk, and the instigator still thinks that nothing is wrong. She can no longer suppress her inner feelings.

anger.

Yang Dongxu put Li Fuzhen into the car, turned around and glanced at the female assistant. The female assistant suddenly felt her whole body stiffen, like a mouse meeting a cat, which made her subconsciously take a step back.

"It's best to think carefully before speaking next time." Yang Dongxu said calmly.

The female assistant's face turned red instantly as she backed away, and she opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she didn't. Watching Yang Dongxu return to his car, Du Fei started to leave with a smile.

"Assistant Park, do you want us to..." A bodyguard came over angrily. One day after the princess disappeared, not only was the female assistant negligent in her duties, but they, the bodyguards, were also to blame.

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

The other bodyguards shrank back and did not dare to fan the flames again. Compared to assistants, bodyguards naturally have a closer relationship with the boss. Especially a personal assistant like this, who is basically half a friend or even half a relative. This relationship is not

These bodyguards are comparable.

After returning to the hotel and taking a hot bath, the exhausted Yang Dongxu fell asleep on the pillow. After a dreamless night, it was already five o'clock in the morning when he opened his eyes again. This was something that could not be shaken for more than ten years.

The biological clock formed by martial arts training.

However, this biological clock has been working for the past few years. Although it wakes up at this time every time, Yang Dongxu no longer gets up directly like before. Especially in winter, he must lie in bed even if he no longer sleeps.

Think about things in bed instead of getting up directly.

Yang Dongxu kept grinding until six o'clock. For a long time, Yang Dongxu listened to the sound of Du Fei doing push-ups and kicking his legs outside the house to stretch out his body. Somewhat bored, he climbed out of the bed. It was inconvenient without a smartphone. It only took an hour at most to get up and ink.

It’s so boring, unlike in later generations, even if I wake up at four o’clock in the morning and scroll around with my phone, it won’t be long before noon.

After washing up, Yang Dongxu took a sip of porridge and asked, "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, he really didn't think that he was from mainland China.

"In the beginning, there were quite a few, especially during the period of major disarmament, 90% of the companies were from our country. After all, people in the country knew the basics and could use them with confidence.

Later, life in China gradually got better, and Brother Wu occasionally introduced some comrades to join. However, the Middle East was basically fighting, and it was a bit inconvenient for domestic faces to be there. So there were more veterans in the north.

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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Now, except for some backbones in the Middle East, most of them are veterans with Western faces. As for the domestic veterans before, they returned to the country in batches and worked in other companies.

They have become employees, and some have entered the property management company of Hurricane Building as security guards. However, the elites still remain in the headquarters. For example, some high-level security issues in the company were eliminated through these people."

"Oh." Yang Dongxu nodded: "Next year Haina will expand overseas markets. You ask Du Ge to prepare some security guards with Western faces. It is best if they can speak English. Of course, if they are Americans, or

The British are better. In the next few years, Haina’s main target will be the US market.”

"Okay, I've written it down." Du Fei stuffed the snack in front of him into his mouth to show that he understood what Yang Dongxu meant.

After breakfast, Yang Dongxu couldn't speak Korean and had no interest in Korean tourist attractions. He was too lazy to leave the house. So he rummaged in the bookcase in the room and took out a book about the industrial revolution after World War II and started reading.

The books are in original German, not Korean or English. Besides Russian and English, Yang Dongxu’s self-taught German and French are not considered professional at the moment, but there is no problem in speaking or reading newspapers. So he just leaned on the sofa.

Watching it with gusto.

It wasn't until around 11 o'clock in the morning that Yang Dongxu was thinking about whether he could eat lunch in the room too. The door of the presidential suite was opened, and then a lot of clothes hangers were pulled in.

From jackets to trousers, from leather shoes to socks, as well as watches, tie clips, everything is available. In addition, a row of makeup artists carrying makeup cases is very similar to the salary of chaebols and ladies in Korean dramas of later generations. They go out to parties and pick out clothes and jewelry at home.

It feels like Everbright Mall.

After a group of people came in, Li Fujin pointed at Yang Dongxu, and then a half-girl hairstylist with 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."

Hairstyle for a party.”

"Here, hairstylist Tony has become popular at this time?" Yang Dongxu suddenly thought of the memes of nine hairstylists named Tony in later generations. He was speaking in Korean, so Tony looked at him blankly, and then looked back.

Look at Li Fujin.

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

This time Yang Dongxu spoke in English, Tony understood it, and quickly picked up the makeup case in his hand to follow. After entering the bathroom, Tony opened the makeup case in his hand, and then cleared the rows that seemed to be shampoo or hair conditioner.

The same thing. Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.

But he didn’t say anything, and gave his hair to Tony to wash as he pleased. His hair is indeed a bit long now and needs to be trimmed. But not to mention, Li Fujin brought him here, and he did have two brushes. At least Yang Dongxu’s scalp was

It's quite comfortable to press.

After washing his hair, he sat on the chair specially brought in for haircuts and put his arms around his neck. In front of Yang Dongxu, two people stood with a huge mirror.

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

, the sides can be dyed..."

"Definitely!" Before Tony finished speaking, Yang Dongxu knew that this guy wanted to give himself a classic Elvis Presley hairstyle, and also incorporated his own creative elements, such as what color to dye the sides, "Listen to me

, don’t move the hair on both sides from this point upwards. We’ll decide whether to repair it or not later. Push off all the downwards and sideburns from this place, push it close to the scalp, and the back..."

Seeing Yang Dongxu snatching the comb from his hand, gesticulating on his head and constantly saying requests that he had never seen before, Tony frowned and was very unhappy.

The most annoying thing for a designer is undoubtedly others dictating his design. But Yang Dongxu no longer dictates, but simply puts his design aside and designs it himself.

If it were anyone else, he would definitely turn around and leave. I think he, Tony, is also a master figure in the Korean fashion circle. When the king of Hong Kong and Taiwan comes, he will do his hair himself. You look a little careless.

Who is this guy?

But obviously he couldn't leave even if he was angry. He didn't know the identity of the boy in front of him. But he definitely couldn't afford to offend the three-star princess next to him.