On the luxurious private plane, Yang Dongxu was eating breakfast calmly, while Zhang Jing opposite him looked at him as if he were a ghost.
After staring at him for a long time, I finally couldn't help but ask, "How did you know he was sick?"
Zhang Jing was talking about no one else, but Steve Jobs, the current head of Apple.
As a very powerful competitor now, it is not surprising to her that Yang Dongxu collected information about this powerful enemy. After all, it is said in the art of war that if you know yourself and the enemy, you will be victorious in any battle.
But Yang Dongxu specifically went to collect Jobs’ hidden medical records and cases, which was a bit...
Of course, Zhang Jing forcefully explained this at the beginning. To understand the enemy, you must understand everything about the enemy.
But when it was discovered that Jobs was really ill, and that he was still seriously ill and was taking medication to maintain his health, Zhang Jing felt like he was seeing a ghost.
After all, as soon as you investigated, you found out that the other party was really sick. Isn't this too much of a coincidence?
"Don't look at me with your surprised eyes. As for how I knew he was sick. After all, I am the director of a Chinese medicine school.
The owners of several pharmaceutical companies with combined assets of tens of billions, and the major shareholders of several traditional Chinese medicine hospitals. and......."
"Speaking humanly." Seeing Yang Dongxu telling Zhang Jing about his resume, Zhang Jing said, "I am still a strategic partner of luxury brands, and I have not been able to touch the operations and production of luxury brands."
"Does the traditional Chinese medicine doctor know everything about hearing, smelling and asking? Let me take a look..."
"You seem to have never met Steve Jobs."
"I've met 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 required her to interact with Yang Dongxu.
I used to believe in traditional Chinese medicine because it was imprinted in my bones. But when I saw the magic of traditional Chinese medicine, I had no doubts about what Yang Dongxu said.
But does Yang Dongxu, a businessman who does nothing every day, have such profound medical skills?
"If you don't believe me, let Du Heng explain it to you. His father is now a martial arts master. Anyone who can practice martial arts to this level is at least a half-Chinese medicine practitioner, or a half-Chinese medicine practitioner who is better than ordinary Chinese medicine practitioners."
"Really?" Zhang Jing couldn't help but look at Du Heng who was reading a fashion magazine next to her.
First he was a Chinese medicine practitioner, and now he is a legendary martial arts master. Zhang Jing felt that he had learned a lot today.
"It's true, Sister Jing, I can beat me ten times without even breathing." Du Heng suppressed a smile and nodded.
Sometimes she feels that Zhang Jing is so smart and doesn't reveal many things at all. They both joined the company at about the same time. Zhang Jing took care of everything in an orderly manner, while he, the nominal assistant and bodyguard, seemed to have a mess of assistant work besides bodyguard work.
But sometimes she feels that Zhang Jing is a bit naive, and she will believe her boss even if he fools her.
Of course, this is not all deception. For example, Yang Dongxu’s statement that he knows how to read, listen, and inquire is probably a lie, but his statement that people who practice martial arts understand medical skills is true.
For example, my father used various herbs to stretch his muscles and bones when he was a child, and he complained while doing so. He said that Mr. Xuan had given Yang Shao such a good foundation, but he had completely destroyed it.
"Can you master the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? Can you pluck leaves and kill people? Can you fly with a sword..." Zhang Jing's eyes lit up. This legendary thing made her both excited and excited.
But her series of questions revealed the black line on Du Heng's forehead.
What is all this?
A martial arts master is not a martial arts leader, let alone a cultivator, okay?
Picking leaves to kill people is barely reliable. I can indeed do this. This is an ability that only a master has.
But the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and Sword Flying were exaggerated. If there really were such talented people, he would also like to see them.
It would be best if you can compete with me...
"That one is not that exaggerated. There is inner energy, but there is no inner strength, and it is impossible to express the inner strength. You should be the boss on these issues.
Master Xuan taught the big boss the skill of swallowing xia and absorbing qi, which is a superior Taoist skill and is closer to cultivating immortality. So the big boss knows better than me whether I have the abilities you asked about. "
Seeing Zhang Jing's beautiful big eyes shining, it seemed that the next moment she would transform into a curious baby with a hundred thousand questions. Du Heng quickly kicked the ball back to Yang Dongxu.
Once a woman's curiosity is aroused, she becomes a super problem child.
Fortunately, Zhang Jing had gone to college and had seen a lot of 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 their sudden surprise was.
"Is it fun to play with me?"
"I'm not kidding you. What I said is all true. Just like what Du Heng said, yes, but not as exaggerated as you think. For example, Du Suo can dodge bullets at close range. As a master, he is basically invincible in close combat.
But when he dodges the bullet, it doesn't mean that after the bullet is fired, he moves faster than the bullet and dodges it. He was just one step ahead of the shooter.
As for dodging the fired bullets, dodging depends more on the sharpness and advance judgment that is beyond ordinary people. Of course, his evasion speed is also many times faster than ordinary people.
But if he can't dodge, he will be injured if the bullet hits him. However, you can use the strength of your muscles and bones, as well as avoidance of vital parts of the body, to keep injuries to a minimum.
So Grandmaster is still very powerful. If you still can't understand, you have seen Du Suo before. He is not very tall and his muscles are not exaggeratedly strong. He must be weak standing in front of Tyson.
But if Tyson wants to knock him down, Du Suo can completely withstand even a heavy punch that hits a vital part. And it has the ability to kill Tyson instantly. Although it is not very accurate to measure the strength of a grandmaster, it can give you a general understanding. "
"Being able to beat Tyson is awesome." Zhang Jing couldn't help but nodded.
Du Suo's head and body were at least two sizes too small in front of Tyson. With such a weak body, he could defeat Tyson. Zhang Jing does have a general idea of the Grandmaster's strength.
However, her words caused black lines to appear on the foreheads of Du Heng and Yang Dongxu. 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 crush rocks with his chest, bend a steel gun with his throat? Or chop a dozen bricks at once..."
"The hard qigong you are talking about is a performance type of hard qigong. It can be regarded as a kind of horizontal kung fu. Once you practice it, you may be able to become a master. But those buskers on the street are far behind the masters." Yang Dongxu couldn't help but interrupt Zhang. Questions popping up like static machine guns.
"What specific abilities does the Grandmaster have?"
"Does being able to beat Tyson count as an ability?"
"This is too general and I don't understand it very clearly."
"Does it count as a specific ability if someone can kill you by flicking a soybean from ten meters away?"
"Do you have magical powers with the snap of your fingers?" Zhang Jing's eyes lit up again.
Yang Dongxu patted his forehead speechlessly. He had nothing to discuss with a woman about martial arts and masters.
What's the difference between telling a woman how awesome the phone's hardware configuration is, and then the other person asking her if the beauty effect could be better?
The two of them are not on the same channel at all.
At ten o'clock in the afternoon, after dozens of hours of flight and one landing for a rest and refueling, the private plane landed at the Shanghai International Airport.
Because it had just rained, the air in Magic City was a bit cold, but compared to the biting cold in London, the coldness of Magic City was filled with the freshness of earth, which made Yang Dongxu, who had been flying in the sky, feel at ease when he finally landed on the ground.
"Let's deal with the things at hand more quickly. I'll give you the annual leave after this busy period." Yang Dongxu took a deep breath, with a look of enjoyment on his face. After exhaling, he seemed to be full of energy.
"The relationship is good, and the more paid vacations the better." Zhang Jing shook her neck. Although the movement was inelegant, it could quickly make her neck comfortable after a long flight.
As for not having family during the Chinese New Year, Zhang Jing doesn't mind. After all, she has gotten used to it after so many years.
Besides, she still has friends without family. After the holidays, she can plan a trip with Du Weiwei, Ran Feifei and other friends to spend the Spring Festival.
Or it would be a good choice for everyone to gather at Bai Qian’s house to spend New Year’s Eve with their godson.
In short, she will not be lonely during the Spring Festival, nor will she feel sad about the 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 songs for the opening ceremony and songs to welcome the Olympics. No problem, please give me a reply as soon as possible.
Although it seems like it's still a long time before the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games, after the New Year, I'm almost counting the days. After all, we still have to adjust the schedule, rehearse, shoot the music video, etc. It doesn’t take long even if I calculate it. "
"Go back and show me the list. Have you selected the Olympic songs? Has the process framework of the opening ceremony been decided? This time Lao Mouzi is going to steal the show. The moment he puts on the national teacher's hat, it puts Feng's pants down. .”
No matter how many people scold Lao Mouzi in the future, or how many people complain about the movie The Great Wall, it will even be difficult for future works to reach their peak.
At this moment, as the director of the Olympic Games, Lao Mouzi is the number one director in the country. Even the direct-affiliated directors of CCTV Radio and Television and other direct directors have to step aside.
There has been a debate in China about which director is more powerful, Lao Mouzi or Feng Pants, because the title of chief director of the Olympic Games has also been completely settled.
Feng Pants, no matter how good you are, you are still a commercial film director.
Lao Mouzi is a national teacher who faces the country and the whole world. This is not on the same level at all.
"The songs have been decided, but it seems that there are still some details of the opening ceremony that are still being negotiated and haven't been completely determined yet. You can check out the songs at the back of the list, as well as the music scores."
"Then show it to me tomorrow. Now let's go back to each house to find our mothers and have a good rest." Yang Dongxu said with a smile.
"What about working overtime and finishing the work quickly before taking a vacation?" Zhang Jing stared at Yang Dongxu speechlessly.
