Rebirth in 1998 is also a kind of life

In Bai Dongdong's impression, the seemingly lazy Yang Zhu is actually an extremely arrogant person.

His reclusive life reveals a kind of arrogance in his bones, which is "a side of mediocrity that can't be tolerated"-in fact, this is not only Bai Dongdong's opinion, but also people from all walks of life in the past few years. After the research, the final conclusion is given.

But there is no way, the achievements of this guy are too dazzling, and the external force involved in the huge plate is too little, so even if this kind of conclusion makes people very uncomfortable, everyone can only pinch their noses and watch this guy like a Behind the scenes, the tall man-like cat was quietly pretending to be aggressive in that small villa.

Therefore, it's hard for Bai Dongdong to imagine who it is that is worthy of this young boss wearing formal attire, and then flying a long distance to the magic city with a group of core executives, obediently waiting for the plane like a junior.

Thinking of this, while others were not paying attention, Bai Dongdong quietly circled his sore ankles, glanced at Yang Zhu, Wan Qingyi and the others standing in the first row, and dismissed the passers-by with different expressions ——The "formal clothes" of the cast and trade department are not the current mainstream suits, but improved Hanfu. Therefore, the three rows of people I have are like stakes at the airport. For most people in Modu, It is definitely a proper alternative!

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As the host and a core member of the business department of Zhu Investment, Song Wenxuan, standing beside Yang Zhu, waved away the staff who reported the situation, then looked at the watch in his hand, and said with a bitter face: "Boss, the latest news, Mr. Zhang's The flight has been confirmed to be delayed - we have been here for almost an hour, why don't we go to the room to rest?"

Yang Zhu glanced at him, then shook his head: "Since I have been standing for so long, I should stand a little longer——Mr. Zhang is a scholar of the state, and treating him with sincerity is the most basic etiquette!"

Song Wenxuan looked at him with some incomprehension: "Boss, it is valuable for Mr. Zhang to keep running and shouting for the 30 innocent souls in Jinling, but...she is just a book writer after all, worthy of the title of national scholar." ?”

It is no wonder that Song Wenxuan is so puzzled. At present, there are a lot of people from all walks of life in China crying out for the 30 innocent souls in Jinling. Therefore, Zhang Chunru, a beautiful native Chinese, wrote a few years ago. The Forgotten World War II Catastrophe" is of course a precious spirit, but in Song Wenxuan's eyes, it is not too unusual.

To be honest, if you measure it by the current value standard, even if you come forward to specially receive this Chinese female writer, it is a proper and super-standard treatment, let alone Yang Zhu and a group of executives who traveled thousands of miles to the devil. They are all here to pick up the plane - you know, with Yang Zhu's current status and status, at least a person at the level of a deputy commander or a patriarch can afford this kind of battle.

When Yang Zhu heard this, he gave him a complicated look.

Naturally, he would not tell Little Turtle Dove how outrageously the young generation in China has forgotten history ten years later, and how bad the public opinion environment in these aspects will be.

And it must be admitted that although there are many people in China who shout not to forget the national humiliation, most of them shouted verbally after being passionate, and they are basically in a state of "knowing what is happening, not knowing why". There are really not many scholars like Mr. Zhang Chunru who have persisted in running and shouting for years, and have carefully restored every detail based on historical data and have evidence.

Truth is power; only truth can be immortal-although this sentence is often just an idealist's delusion, but in any case, in most cases, it can be rationalized based on real evidence. It is indeed a more powerful approach to refute some fallacies.

But unfortunately……

Huaxia seems to be a nation that is good at forgetting. Driven by many reasons, in just over ten years, it seems that they can even forget the identity of themselves as the biggest victim, and become so ignorant that they can replace those bloody victims. The martyrs who dyed an inch of land forgive those invaders.

Heh, it really echoes the saying on the Internet in later generations - it's all because Mr. Yuan fed you too full!

Thinking of this, Yang Zhu sighed lightly, and then gave a

A seemingly inexplicable reason: "Mr. Zhang is different...not only is she a real expert, but she is also a native Chinese American!"

When Song Wenxuan heard this, he understood it, and couldn't help but feel a little weird.

People who have not experienced that era cannot understand the particularity of this identity for the words "native Chinese American". Nationality of Chinese descent is fine, but native Chinese descent of other countries is even more acceptable.

The gap and attitude are very subtle. Although Song Wenxuan can understand the reason for doing so, as a small boss in the media field, an indescribable sense of aggrieved still can't help but grow.

Yang Zhu noticed his expression, but he didn't have any consolation, he just smiled slightly: "Besides, unlike what you imagined, Mr. Zhang is a selfless person who is willing to walk against the light of his own nation--you know, right now The afternoon before yesterday, she was almost forced to commit suicide by swallowing a gun!"

! ! ! ? ?

As soon as this remark came out, not only Song Wenxuan, but also Wan Qingyi, Director Yan, Zhang Jun and others beside him cast their gazes in surprise.

Yang Zhu sighed again: "All this actually stems from the "Historical Records of Beautiful Chinese Americans" published by Mr. Zhang last year!"

"Different from our domestic concerns, the beautiful country doesn't care much about the 30 innocent souls in Jinling—comparatively speaking, they care more about whether there will be an additional original sin recognized by society on their own body, or they are more concerned about it. I am afraid that the ethnic Chinese in this country will be able to truly unite."

Speaking of this, Yang Zhu shrugged: "The reputation of us Chinese people [one is a dragon, and a group of people are worms] is well known overseas-although there are many historical reasons and geographical reasons. Reasons for cultural differences. For example, the immigration situation of the three generations of overseas Chinese, the old, the middle and the young, spanned the six eras of the late Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China, the Anti-Japanese War, liberation, reform and opening up, and the millennium. The cultural levels, values, and purposes of immigration were completely different. For example, the strategies adopted by different groups in order to survive in the early stages of immigration are completely different, and there may even be black hands against fellow workers, blah blah.”

"But in general, it is an indisputable fact that overseas Chinese groups lack a truly centripetal spiritual core!"

"To be honest, if it were another young nation, it would be tantamount to a dream to twist overseas ethnic groups into a single rope in such a complex and mutual hostility situation."

"But it's a pity that our Huaxia is the nation with the longest inheritance history in the world. Certain genes that have been engraved in the blood of Huaxia for five thousand years are not so easy to dissipate—besides, even if it is based on [The third generation is eliminated, the fifth generation With the rule of cultural inheritance, most of the Chinese in the beautiful country have not reached the time when they can truly forget their ancestors."

"And what's even more unfortunate is that the beautiful country has a very worthwhile learning object - the Jews!"

"You must know that the Jewish people, who have never used blood as the hub of national and cultural inheritance, have persisted tenaciously for 2000 years just by repeating the great suffering they have endured over and over again, supplemented by the expectation of the promised land. It has been around for a long time, and it has a stronger cohesion than most nationalities."

"That's why... there is Mr. Zhang's "Historical Records of Beautiful Chinese Americans"!"

"That's why Mr. Zhang is being targeted by people—you know, in today's beautiful country, although the proportion of Chinese wealth is far less exaggerated than what is made up in domestic articles, the proportion of wealth among Chinese elites It is an indisputable fact that the proportion far exceeds the proportion of the total population of their own ethnic group. With the lessons learned from the past, the beautiful country will never want to see the emergence of a second Jewish group!"

Speaking of this, Yang Zhu sighed with some emotion: "In our impression, literati have always been imaginary and not pragmatic, but Mr. Zhang, with the weak body of a mere woman, is invisible but more important. In this battlefield, regardless of our own safety, we are working unremittingly for the interests of this nation and the future—how can we wait for a seven-foot man without shame, and how can we not be called national scholars!?"

When everyone heard the words, they fell silent.

The final form of economic warfare is the

Cultural warfare, in the absence of unconventional changes, cultural warfare is the end of all competitions - how can everyone not know this simple truth that is close to the truth?

In addition to the dazzling and bewitching cloak, the culture war actually has various deeper, more diverse, and more cruel methods.

Ordinary people may not have a deep understanding of this sentence, but you are already considered top figures in the country, so you can naturally see how much this "Historical Record of Beautiful Chinese Americans" by Mr. Zhang Chunru will play as long as it is done properly. Power——Although I can’t say the specifics, if I have the opportunity to go to the country of Judah and eat, live and train with the locals for half a month, I will understand.

You must know that as one of human instincts, the power of the words "hate" and "fear" is far beyond the imagination of flowers sunk in a greenhouse.

Seemingly aware that Yang Zhu glanced in his direction, Bai Dongdong's expression turned bitter.

Look at the situation... This boss wants to give the department a shot of vaccination through his mouth again?

No!

If this continues, my life will be shortened by a few years!

Thinking of all the frightening experiences that his "messenger" has experienced during this period, Bai Dongdong can't wait to turn into a flash and sneak to the North Pole to hide for the first half of the year--when will this kind of two-headed days be the end!

………………

Just when Bai Dongdong was hesitating whether to buy a critical illness commercial insurance out of pocket for her little heart, a burst of hysterical screams woke her up.

After staring at it, about two hundred young girls rushed up behind them holding various signs, surpassed themselves and frantically rushed towards a group of people who were about to leave the station.

"Ouba! Xuancheng Oppa! I love you!"

"Ah~! Lin Bin Ouba looked at me, I'm going to pass out~ I'm so happy!"

Seeing the craziness of these little fans, Bai Dongdong turned his head in shame—Yang Zhu didn't like him very much, if he saw these nympho fans and thought that he was a similarly insane idiot, that would be terrible up.

You know, before I entered Dahua Investment, I had worked in Shanghai for nearly a year.

This group of idiots, don't be a star-chaser here, you have affected the image of this girl in the eyes of the big boss, can you take responsibility?

Seeing the impatience on the faces of the smeared sissies, two of them who were guarded by security even threw a gift handed over by a fan who had broken through numerous obstacles on the ground full of disgust; Bai Dongdong frowned , secretly glanced at Yang Zhu, but was even more worried—hey, hey, boss, listen to my explanation, not everyone who has worked and lived in Shanghai will become like this!

Yang Zhu looked at the fan who was roughly pushed away by the security guards, but still screamed and rushed towards his idol, but his heart didn't fluctuate - the little girls in this kind of crazy fan idol group are basically all in their heads. The existence of Jinshui, you must know that on the Internet of later generations, "idol fans", together with "50" and businessmen, and are called "three major groups without borders", no matter how many incredible things he does, he will not strangeness.

However, perhaps it was because the clothes of Yang Zhu and others were too conspicuous in the airport. Although they were indifferent to the scene in front of them, the idols of the Bangzi Kingdom gathered around as if they had discovered a new continent. come over.

"Which crew are you from?" Following a few words from a powdered Chinese idol, Barabara, a woman who looked like a translator asked loudly.

Yang Zhu stopped the security guards from approaching with his eyes, then glanced at the interpreter indifferently, and continued to look at the exit as if he hadn't heard anything - logically speaking, this kind of long-distance international flight Usually at most one and a half hours late, counting, Mr. Zhang and others are almost here.

Seeing that Yang Zhu and the group ignored him, the translator immediately became angry: "Hey, do you know that this is very rude!?"

At this time, those Bangzi Kingdom idols gathered together and chattered together, and the translator said: "

Mr. Xuan Cheng asked you, which crew do you belong to? Do you know that your clothing has constituted infringement?If you don't want to be accused by the crew, quickly take off your skirts! "

Watching those Bangziguo idols rudely take out their cameras from their bags and take random photos of Wan Qingyi and the others, Yang Zhu frowned, then winked lightly.

Immediately, more than 20 security personnel from the surrounding area swarmed up, knelt down a few Bangziguo idols on the ground, grabbed the cameras from their hands, and handed them to Yang Zhu respectfully——everyone on the list basically He is a core executive of the casting investment business department, and his status is unusual. Even when he is in public places on weekdays, these security personnel must be on guard against someone coming to take a group photo for publicity. Taking people in so openly?

Yang Zhu took a camera and flipped through it casually... As expected, the focus of the photo was the horse-faced skirts of Wan Qingyi and others.

Hehe, although he knows that these idol groups are generally not well-educated, but to what extent these people have been brainwashed, can honey juice confidently think that the horse-faced skirt is actually their traditional costume——could it be that all the costumes in their history Has the suzerain country been completely wiped out?

Seeing their idol being treated so roughly, nearly 20 female fans immediately exploded and rushed up like crazy. If it weren't for more than [-] security personnel who hurriedly joined hands to surround the adult wall, today's event would be wonderful—— —For that matter, several security personnel were scratched by crazy fans. If it weren't for the fact that this is in China, and public opinion has a particularly high tolerance for female groups, they would have pulled out their gadgets to make these crazy fans fans know what Hua'er is and why it is so popular.

Without the suppression of the security guards, several Bangziguo idols climbed up, pointed at Yang Zhu and the others angrily, and chattered non-stop.

The translator who also looked angry shouted loudly: "Mr. Xuan Cheng said, you Huaxia people are all vulgar and unreasonable barbarians. Not to mention plagiarizing the clothes of Bangzi Kingdom, you even beat people with your hands—if you don't kneel down quickly!" If you admit your mistake, we will contact the media and lawyers now, and we must sue you to bankruptcy!"

"Oh... Kneel down and admit your mistake?" Yang Zhu looked at the translator who didn't know whether he was from Bangzi or Huaxia with a half-smile, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

"Which cultural media are you from?... What the hell is this sissy thing?" Song Wenxuan scanned his boss's face, and finally stood up.

As the host, he felt that his face was completely humiliated—a few rabbit masters who didn't know where they came from actually dared to make his boss kneel down. If he didn't give his boss a satisfactory answer to this matter today, he probably would never I don't have the face to go out to meet people.

%￥%! ~

Seeing Yang Zhuli ignored him, and Song Wenxuan also looked like he didn't take them seriously. The sticks who gradually woke up from their anger vaguely sensed something was wrong, but they, who were used to being praised in China, still acted in the spirit of They reported their company with an attitude of not losing the battle - after a year of packaging and hype, their group has already gained a very strong reputation in China. Based on their understanding of the Chinese people, these people are even Their identities are not simple, and they are determined not to do anything to them.

Hearing the name reported by the translator, Song Wenxuan frowned... I've never heard of this company, these rabbits are probably fooling themselves, right?

But after thinking about it, although I am only Yang Zhu's younger brother, my identity and status today are different from those in the past. No matter how popular this kind of idol group in Bangzi Kingdom is, to put it bluntly, it is just produced on the assembly line. It's just a product, and the brokerage company that is directly named will not be a real boss, so it's normal that I haven't heard of it.

"Find someone to find out, which company is this group of rabbit masters affiliated with?" Song Wenxuan is not even interested in saying a word to this group of idiots, so he turned his head and gave instructions to a senior executive of Cuijiu.com in the third row.

"Mr. Song, don't need to look it up. I really want to hear the name of this brokerage company. It seems to be... affiliated to Sanxuan Entertainment Gong Lie to be responsible for the product promotion work of casting investment business. He also often deals with the entertainment industry, so it is vague. Remember this company.

Three fishy entertainment?

There was a sneer on the corner of Song Wenxuan's mouth, and then he looked at his boss, the meaning was obvious...how to deal with these rabbit masters?

Yang Zhu took a look at those Bangziguo idols whose eyes were still shining with provocation, and said lazily: "Since they like to kneel, let them kneel until tomorrow!"

Song Wenxuan grinned: "Success, I'll call Sanxuan right now... The rabbit master raised to sell his ass dares to make you kneel down and apologize. I think those surnamed Li have had enough of a good life."

Song Wenxuan's words are not deliberately insulting, but the entertainment industry in Bangziguo is the current situation - those idol stars who are shining in the spotlight, one counts as one, no matter male or female, they are just playthings in the hands of rich people , and it basically doesn’t cost money, the kind that you can play however you want.

However, Yang Zhu is no longer a rich man in China in the ordinary sense. This guy not only has tentacles all over the continents, but also has a terrible influence in the beautiful country. As we all know, after the Asian financial turmoil in 98, San Xing It is already a de facto pretty country company, no matter how powerful the Li family is in the country, they would never dare to make their father angry.

Therefore, once the Sanxuan Group knew that these rabbit masters who were not even playthings dared to make Yang Zhu, an international bigwig, kneel down and apologize, their reaction could be imagined.

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Sure enough, within 5 minutes after Song Wenxuan's brief phone call with only one sentence, the phones of those Bangziguo idol managers rang.

then……

Under the unbelievable eyes of a large number of idiot fans, these idols, together with their managers, knelt down in front of Yang Zhu and the others, and kowtowed palely, saying that no one could understand The apology they received was that no matter whether Yang Zhu forgives them or not, they must kneel and kowtow meticulously until Yang Zhu leaves.

if not……

As a Bangzi Chinese, these idols who debuted in various trainings understand the meaning of these words too well-for domestic chaebols, their lives are not even ants, and they and their families should find a reason It couldn't be easier to erase from this world.

Seeing these people kowtow in front of him to admit their mistakes, like a few pumping machines that are constantly repeating mechanical work, Yang Zhu glanced at those brainless fans who cried out as if their dreams were broken, and the corner of his mouth moved. Then turned his head slightly: "Little Turtle Dove, do you know how to proceed after this matter?"

Song Wenxuan nodded: "Boss, I understand...you are right, since the culture war has begun, those who should be killed must be killed!"

As Yang Zhu's right-hand man, Song Wenxuan has been using several streaming media in his hands to puncture the fantasies of the Chinese people in the past two years. You, the moon abroad is not round at all, and it will even hit you with hail from time to time!

Due to the countless factual evidences, although the content that appeared on several streaming media under Song Wenxuan made some people hate it, but because the content was too real, some things could not find enough foothold to refute, so After more than three years, some domestic values ​​have changed a lot.

And since his boss has explained, then the next action of the turtle dove net can also be imagined with his heels.

What "Shocked! The popular star kowtowed at the airport to apologize!"

"Isn't it? The stars of Bangzi Kingdom are so humble in their own country!"

"How ridiculous! A cheap foreign plaything has become a star sought after by everyone in China!"

"Big reveal! See how unbearable the Oppa goddess in your mind is!"

Etc., etc……

If as expected, within three months at the most, the real status quo of Bangzi Kingdom's entertainment industry will be peeled off layer by layer like an onion.

then……

With real blessings, do you think there are really so many people with water in their heads who will go regardless

Those idols who are not even as good as street girls?

Of course, Song Wenxuan didn't bother to think to what extent the subsequent impact of this matter would ferment and what kind of chain reaction it would cause-this directly offended his boss, why bother with so much! ?

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Ever since, the countless reporters who came after hearing the news avoided Yang Zhu and the others tacitly, stood in front of the group of fans whose world view had completely collapsed, and took a slap at the kowtow machines that looked like dead faces. In the non-stop streamlined operation, another half hour passed quietly.

"coming!"

As a staff member trotted up to Song Wenxuan and muttered something, the faces of the already somewhat exhausted people changed, and they checked their clothes one after another—in a sense, this was a battle that was not inferior to that of Mr. Wen. Naturally, they didn't want to be rude in front of that Mr. Zhang whom Yang Zhu valued so much.

As Zhao Lin took the lead to open the way, under the protection of several Zhutou International Trade security personnel, the tired Mr. Zhang finally appeared in front of everyone.

Eh?

so young?

Looking at this female gentleman who was completely different from what they had imagined, everyone couldn't help feeling a little strange in their hearts - if it wasn't for this extraordinary temperament female gentleman, she could only be said to be handsome, and in addition to her age, she would be 35-[-] , and it is said that they already have a son, they almost thought that their big boss had some other purpose.

Amid Zhang Chunru's stunned expression, Yang Zhu and a group of people came forward and made a salute in unison: "Mr. Zhang, you have been exhausted all the way, you have worked hard!"

Seeing Yang Zhu, the leader, taking the suitcase in his hand with a smile on his face, Zhang Chunru looked at Zhao Lin a little at a loss: "Mr. Zhao, this is...?"

Zhao Lin respectfully bowed his head to Yang Zhu to say hello, then turned around: "This is Director Yang I mentioned to Mr. Zhang!"

The big boss of Zhutou International Trade and Zhutou Trading?

so young! ?

Zhang Chunru looked at Yang Zhu who was almost mistaken by him as a little follower in front of him, his eyeballs almost fell off...