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 were thrown away because the eldest princess lost her temper and refused to be followed. Although there were still bodyguards following behind, they had long since been thrown away by Yang Dongxu.
However, Li Fuzhen's bodyguard got away, and even Du Fei didn't 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 hidden in the crowd and followed him. Yang Dongxu felt it when he got out of the taxi before. Even if he entered the bar, he still felt that the bodyguard was 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 of 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 as if Chinese people now look at foreigners as if they are carved from the same 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 what the other person says or observe other characteristics. You can basically get an 80% chance of hitting the target just by looking at the temperament.
Most of the time, the temperament of Chinese people is peaceful, which makes people feel not too surprising but cannot be ignored. The temperament of Koreans is much softer, and they always give people a small family atmosphere that is crowded together, while Japanese people are humble on the surface but very proud and independent in their hearts.
"No, I put on a little makeup." The middle-aged man grinned. Hearing that the other person spoke with a bit of Henan accent, Yang Dongxu couldn't help but look 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. Well, it's Hasai's stage. 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-carried Li Fuzhen and took two steps forward, leaning against a bus stop sign to block the wind. It is now the beginning of December in the Gregorian calendar. The temperature in Hangzhou was better, but now in the peninsula it is still quite cold at night.
But there was no need to wait long, or there was a bodyguard hidden in the crowd. Du Fei had always been in contact. 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 almost crazy with anxiety.
"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 wants to be fine, so she can no longer suppress her inner feelings. anger.
Yang Dongxu put Li Fujin into the car and turned to look at the female assistant lightly. The female assistant suddenly felt her whole body stiffen, like a mouse meeting a cat, causing her to take a step back subconsciously.
"It's best to think through it before speaking next time." Yang Dongxu said calmly.
The female assistant who backed away turned red instantly and 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?" A bodyguard came over angrily. One day after the princess disappeared, not only was the female assistant negligent in her duties, but the bodyguards were also to blame.
"What's the matter with you? Send the lady home, the president will handle 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 comparable to that of bodyguards like them.
After returning to the hotel and taking a good hot bath, Yang Dongxu, who was exhausted, fell asleep with his pillow on his face. It was already 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 on track in recent years, even though I wake up at this point every time. But Yang Dongxu no longer gets up directly as before. Especially in winter, he must rub himself in bed. Even if he no longer sleeps, he will lie in bed and think about things instead of getting up directly.
The grinding and chirping lasted until six o'clock. Yang Dongxu listened for a long time to the sound of Du Fei doing push-ups and kicking his legs to stretch out his body outside the house. Somewhat bored, I crawled out of bed. It was inconvenient not to have a smartphone. It only takes an hour at most to get up and do ink before you get bored. It’s not like in later generations, even if you wake up at four o’clock in the morning and scroll around with your mobile 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. 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, 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 would occasionally introduce some comrades to join. However, the Middle East is basically at war, so it is a bit inconvenient for domestic faces to be there. So there are more veterans in the north.
Nowadays, apart from 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 management company of Hurricane Construction as security guards. However, the elites still remain 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 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, Heiner’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, who did not speak Korean and had no interest in Korean tourist attractions, was too lazy to leave the house. So I rummaged through the bookcase in my room and took out a book about the Industrial Revolution after World War II and read it.
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 to be professional level at present, but there is no problem in speaking or reading newspapers. So I just leaned on the sofa and watched it with gusto.
It wasn't until around 11 o'clock in the morning that Yang Dongxu thought about whether he could eat lunch in the room too. The door to the presidential suite was opened, and then a large number 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 out of ten hairstylists named Tony in later generations. He spoke in Korean, so Tony looked at him blankly, and then looked back 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 and quickly followed with the makeup box in his hand. After entering the bathroom, Tony opened the makeup bag in his hand and removed rows of things that looked like shampoo or conditioner. Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.
But he didn't say anything and gave his head 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 Fuzhen did have two tools to bring him here. At least the pressure on Yang Dongxu's scalp was quite comfortable.
After washing his hair, he sat on the chair specially brought in for haircuts and wrapped 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. He seemed to be observing the shape of his head, fantasizing about the design plan in his mind. After a few seconds, he said: "Keep the sideburns, and 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 upward. We will decide whether to repair it or not later. Push off this point downward and on the temples. Push it close to the scalp and the back."
Tony frowned in displeasure as he watched Yang Dongxu snatch the comb from his hand, gesticulating on his head, and kept saying requests that he had never seen before.
The most annoying thing for a designer is undoubtedly having other people criticize his design. Yang Dongxu was no longer just pointing fingers, but just put his design aside and started designing 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. Who do you think you are, a guy who seems to be a bit careless?
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 her.
