Chapter 1675: Early Preparation for the Olympics

On the luxurious private plane, Yang Dongxu calmly ate breakfast, while Zhang Jing, who was sitting opposite him, looked at him as if he were looking at a ghost.

After staring at him for a long time, she couldn't help but ask, "How do you know he is sick?"

Zhang Jing was not talking about someone else, but Steve Jobs, the current head of Apple.

As a very powerful competitor now, it is not surprising that Yang Dongxu collected information about this rival. After all, the art of war says that knowing yourself and the enemy will lead to victory in every battle.

But Yang Dongxu specifically collected Jobs's hidden medical records and cases, which is a bit

Of course, Zhang Jing also forced an explanation at the beginning. To understand the enemy, you naturally need to understand all of the enemy.

But when it was found that Jobs was really sick, and that he was seriously ill and was taking medicine to maintain his condition, Zhang Jing felt a little bit like seeing a ghost.

After all, when you specifically investigate, the other party really gets sick. Isn't this too coincidental?

"Don't look at me with such a surprised look. As for how I know he is sick, I am at least a director of a traditional Chinese medicine school.

The boss of several pharmaceutical companies with assets totaling tens of billions, and a major shareholder of several traditional Chinese medicine hospitals. And."

"Speak human language." Zhang Jing was upset when she saw Yang Dongxu talking about his resume. "I am also a strategic partner of a luxury brand, and I can't touch the operation and production of luxury brands."

"Do you know that traditional Chinese medicine diagnoses by looking, smelling, asking and feeling? I took a quick look."

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

"I have seen him before, before you became my assistant." Yang Dongxu said.

"Really?" Zhang Jing was half-believing and half-doubting.

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

I used to believe in traditional Chinese medicine because it was a brand left in my bones. When I really saw the magic of traditional Chinese medicine, I believed in Yang Dongxu's words of looking, smelling, asking and feeling without a doubt.

But Yang Dongxu is a businessman, how can he have such profound medical skills when he is so careless every day?

"If you don't believe it, let Du Heng explain it 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 but look at Du Heng who was reading a fashion magazine next to her.

First, it was the Chinese medicine's observation, smell, questioning and palpation, and now it's the legendary martial arts master. Zhang Jing felt that she had learned a lot today.

"Really, Sister Jing, my father beat me ten times without breathing." Du Heng nodded with a smile.

Sometimes she felt that Zhang Jing was so smart, and she understood many things at once. They joined the company at about the same time. Zhang Jing managed 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 felt that Zhang Jing was a bit naive, and she believed it without a doubt after her boss fooled her a little bit.

Of course, it's not all nonsense. For example, Yang Dongxu's claim that he can observe, smell, ask and feel is probably false, but what he said about martial artists knowing medical skills is true.

For example, his father used various herbs to strengthen his muscles and bones when he was a child, and he complained while strengthening. He said that the good foundation that Grandpa Xuan gave Yang Shao was ruined by him.

"Do you know how to use the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing? Can you pick leaves to kill people? Can you fly with a sword?" Zhang Jing's eyes lit up. This legendary thing made her excited and excited.

However, she asked a series of questions and it was Du Heng's turn to have a black line on his forehead.

What is this?

A martial arts master is not the leader of the martial arts world in novels, nor is he 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 master.

But the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing and flying with a sword are exaggerated. If there really is such a great person, he would also like to see it.

It would be best if I could compete with my father.

"That's not that exaggerated. I have internal energy, but I don't have internal strength, and I can't release it. You should ask the boss about these questions.

The skill of swallowing clouds and absorbing qi taught by Master Xuan is a superior Taoist skill, which is closer to cultivating immortals. So the boss knows better than me whether you have the abilities you asked about."

Seeing Zhang Jing's beautiful big eyes shining, it seemed that she would turn into a curious baby and ask a hundred thousand questions in the next moment. 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, Zhang Jing has been to college and has seen the world after being Yang Dongxu's assistant.

When IQ gradually occupied the high and low, looking at the expressions of Yang Dongxu and Du Heng, I understood how silly and cute my sudden surprise was.

"Is it fun to play tricks on me?"

"I'm not playing tricks on you. What I said is all true. Just like Du Heng said, it is true, 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 he dodges bullets not because he is faster than the bullet after it is fired. He is just one step faster than the person who fired the gun.

As for dodging the fired bullets, it is more about dodging by relying on the extraordinary acuity of predicting in advance. Of course, his dodging speed is also many times faster than that of 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 being asked by the woman 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, including a landing for a rest and refueling, the private plane landed at the Magic City 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 the 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, I still have to adjust the schedule, rehearse, shoot the MV, etc. It doesn’t take long even if I calculate it. "

"Go back and show me the list. Have you selected the Olympic songs? Have you decided on the process framework for the opening ceremony? This time Lao Mouzi is going to be in the limelight. The moment he puts on the national teacher hat, it puts Feng's pants down. ”

No matter how many people scold Lao Mouzi in the future, and 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 son 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 so that you can take a vacation?" Zhang Jing stared at Yang Dongxu speechlessly.