The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

On the luxurious private plane, Yang Dongxu was eating breakfast calmly, while Zhang Jing on the opposite side looked at him as if he was watching a ghost.

After staring at him for a long time, he finally couldn't hold back and asked, "How do you know he's sick?"

What Zhang Jing is talking about is not someone else, but Steve Jobs, who is now at the helm of Apple.

As a very powerful competitor now, it is not surprising for Yang Dongxu to collect information on this powerful opponent. After all, in the art of war, it is said that knowing yourself and the enemy is invincible.

But Yang Dongxu specially collected Jobs’ hidden medical records and medical records, which is a bit

Of course, Zhang Jing forcefully explained this at the beginning. To understand the enemy, one must understand everything about the enemy.

But when the investigation found that Jobs was really sick, and he was still seriously ill and was taking medicine to maintain it, Zhang Jing felt a little bit like hell.

After all, it's too coincidental that the other party was really sick when you investigated it specifically, right?

"Don't look at me with your surprised eyes. As for how I know he is sick. I am the director of a Chinese medicine school.

The bosses of several pharmaceutical factories whose assets now add up to tens of billions, and the major shareholders of several traditional Chinese medicine hospitals. and."

"Speak human." Seeing Yang Dongxu telling his resume, the black line on Zhang Jing's head, "I am still a strategic partner of luxury brands, and I have not been able to touch the operation and production of luxury brands."

"Do Chinese medicine practitioners know about it? Let me take a look."

"You don't seem to have met Jobs."

"I've seen it before, before you became my assistant." Yang Dongxu said.

"Really?" Zhang Jing was dubious.

To be honest, after becoming Yang Dongxu's assistant, she also got to know the pharmaceutical factory and the traditional Chinese medicine hospital. After all, many jobs there also require her to coordinate with Yang Dongxu.

I used to believe in Chinese medicine because it was the imprint left in my bones. When I really saw the magic of Chinese medicine, I firmly believed in what Yang Dongxu said.

But does Yang Dongxu, a businessman, have such advanced medical skills when he idles around every day?

"If you don't believe me, ask Du Heng to explain to you. His father is now a martial arts master. Those who can practice martial arts to this level are at least half Chinese medicine practitioners, or half Chinese medicine practitioners who are better than ordinary Chinese medicine practitioners."

"Really?" Zhang Jing couldn't help looking at Du Heng who was reading a fashion magazine next to him.

First, she was a Chinese medicine practitioner, and now she is a legendary martial arts master. Zhang Jing felt that today she had gained a lot of knowledge.

"Really, Sister Jing, I won't catch my breath even if I hit me ten times." Du Heng suppressed a smile and nodded.

Sometimes she feels that Zhang Jing is so smart that she doesn't reveal many things at all. The two of them joined the job almost at the same time, Zhang Jing took care of everything in an orderly manner, and he, the nominal assistant and bodyguard, seemed to be in a mess besides the bodyguard job and the assistant job.

But sometimes I feel that Zhang Jing is a little naive, and she will believe it if her big boss fools her a little bit.

Of course, it’s not all deception. For example, Yang Dongxu’s claim that he knows how to look, hear and ask is probably false, but he said that martial arts practitioners know medical skills. It’s true.

For example, his father, when he was a child, used various herbs to beat his muscles and bones, and complained about it while beating him. It is said that Mr. Xuan gave Yang Shao such a good foundation, but he has ruined it.

"Do you know how to subdue the dragon with eighteen palms? Can you pick leaves to kill people? Can you fly with a sword?" Zhang Jing's eyes brightened. This kind of legendary thing made her both excited and excited.

It's just that her series of questions revealed the black line on Du Heng's forehead.

What is this all about?

A martial arts master is not the martial arts leader in the novel, let alone a cultivator, okay?

Picking leaves to kill people is barely reliable, his father can indeed do this, and this is also the ability of a grand master.

But the Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon and Flying Sword are exaggerated. If there is such a great person, he also wants to see it.

It's better to compete with my own father

"That's not so exaggerated. You have internal energy, but you don't have internal energy, and you can't release internal energy externally. You should be the big boss on these issues.

Xuan Ye taught the big boss the kung fu of Tunxia Naqi, which is a superior Taoist skill, which is closer to cultivating immortals. So whether you have the abilities you asked, the big boss knows better than me. "

Seeing Zhang Jing's beautiful big eyes shining, it seems that the next moment she will transform into a curious baby and ask a hundred thousand questions. Du Heng quickly kicked the ball back to Yang Dongxu.

Once a woman's curiosity is aroused, she is simply a super problem child.

But fortunately, no matter what Zhang Jing said, she also went to college, and she has seen people in the world after becoming Yang Dongxu's assistant.

When the IQ gradually took over, looking at the expressions of Yang Dongxu and Du Heng, one could understand how stupid and cute the sudden outburst of surprise was.

"Is it fun playing with me?"

"I'm not kidding you, what I'm saying is the truth, just like what Du Heng said, yes, but it's not as exaggerated as you imagined. For example, Du Suo can dodge bullets at close range, and his master is basically invincible in melee combat.

But he dodges the bullet, not after the bullet is fired, he is faster than the bullet and then dodges. He was just one step faster than the shooter.

As for avoiding the bullets fired, it is more to rely on the sharpness and prediction in advance than ordinary people to dodge. Of course, his dodging speed is also many times faster than ordinary people.

But if he can't dodge, the bullet will hit him, and he will be injured too. However, the strength of muscles and bones can be used, as well as the avoidance of vital parts of the body, to keep injuries to a minimum.

So the master is still very powerful. If you still don’t understand, you’ve seen Du Suo before, he’s not very tall, and his muscles aren’t exaggeratedly muscular. He must be weak in front of Tyson.

But if Tyson wanted to take him down, even a heavy punch to the point, Dusuo could totally take it. And has the ability to kill Tyson in seconds. Although it is not very accurate to measure the strength of a grandmaster, it can give you a general understanding. "

"It's great to beat Tyson." Zhang Jing couldn't help but nodded.

Du Suo's head and body are at least two sizes smaller in front of Tyson. Such a weak body can defeat Tyson. Zhang Jing did have a general idea of ​​the strength of the Grandmaster.

However, what she said made Du Heng and Yang Dongxu have black lines on their foreheads, and even Wu Sheng, who was always calm next to him, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

"Then Du Heng's father can smash a big rock in his chest and bend a steel gun in his throat? Or split a dozen bricks at once."

"The hard qigong you're talking about is performance-oriented. It's a kind of horizontal kung fu practice. There may be a master when you practice it to a great extent. But those performers on the street are far behind the masters." Yang Dongxu couldn't help interrupting Zhang Questions popping up like static machine guns.

"Then what specific abilities does the master have?"

"Is it considered ability to beat Tyson?"

"This is too general, and the understanding is not very clear."

"Does it count as a specific ability if the opponent flicks a soybean from ten meters away and can kill you?"

"Flicking your fingers?" Zhang Jing's eyes lit up again.

Yang Dongxu patted his forehead speechlessly, it's okay to discuss martial arts and masters with women.

What's the difference between this and talking to a woman about how powerful the phone's hardware configuration is, only to find out that the beauty effect can be better if the other party asks?

The two are not on the same channel at all.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, after dozens of hours of flying, the private plane landed at Modu International Airport with a rest and refueling in the middle.

Because of the rain, the air in Shanghai is also a bit cold, but compared to the biting cold in London, the coolness of Shanghai brings with it the freshness of the soil, which makes Yang Dongxu, who has been flying in the sky, feel at ease when he finally lands on the ground.

"Take care of the things at hand, and I'll give you the annual leave after you've been busy." Yang Dongxu took a deep breath, and he couldn't help showing a look of enjoyment on his face. After exhaling, he seemed to be more energetic.

"The relationship is good, and the more paid vacations the better." Zhang Jing shook her neck. Although the movement was indecent, it could make her neck feel more comfortable after a long-distance flight.

As for not having family members during the Chinese New Year, Zhang Jing doesn't care, after all, she has gotten used to it for so many years.

Besides, she still has friends without family. After the holiday, she can plan a trip for the Spring Festival with Du Weiwei, Ran Feifei and other friends.

Or it would be a good choice for everyone to gather at Baiqian's house to spend the New Year with her godson.

In short, she will not be lonely during the Spring Festival, nor will she be sad for spring and autumn.

"Then hurry up and finish the work at hand, and I will have a good year."

"Then you, the boss, can't be lazy. By the way, Mr. Liu has faxed me the list of the opening ceremony songs and the songs to welcome the Olympic Games stars. If there is no problem, please give me a reply quickly.

Although it may seem like a long time before the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, the days are almost counting down after the Chinese New Year. After all, there are still schedule adjustments, rehearsals, MV filming and so on. It doesn't take long to do the math. "

"Show me the list later. Have you selected the songs for the Olympics? Is the process framework for the opening ceremony finalized? .”

No matter how many people scold Lao Mouzi in the future, and how many people complain about the movie The Great Wall, it will be even harder for future works to reach their peak.

At this moment, as the director of the Olympic Games, Lao Mouzi is the number one person in the domestic director circle, and even a series of direct son directors such as CCTV Radio and Television have to stand aside.

There has been a debate in China about which director is better between Lao Mouzi and Feng Trousers, because the title of chief director of the Olympics has also been completely settled.

Feng Pants, no matter how good you are, you are still a director of commercial films.

Lao Mouzi is a national teacher facing the whole world of the country, which is not at the same level at all.

"The song has been finalized. It seems that there are still some details about the procedure of the opening ceremony that have not been fully finalized yet. You can look at the list of songs and so on. There is also a score."

"Then show it to me tomorrow. Now go back to each house and find each mother. Let's have a good rest." Yang Dongxu said with a smile.

"What about working overtime and finishing the work quickly so that you can have a holiday?" Zhang Jing stared at Yang Dongxu speechlessly.