I got up, washed, and then went to the private beach for a morning jog. When I came back, I had already prepared breakfast.

In his previous life, Baigang opened a pharmaceutical factory at home, with two thousand people under his command. He looked quite glorious on the surface, but to put it bluntly, it was actually a small local factory with many workers and old equipment, high costs and low profits. It only makes two hard money to produce some of the most common Chinese patent medicines and vaccines. It is impossible to leave a few dollars off artificial raw materials, etc. before Baigang joined the army, the factory collapsed due to poor management. Now Baigang is reborn and naturally won’t watch his own factory be finished.

If there is little capital, he can't play with new drugs, so Baigang got several health products and used classic cases from his previous life to hype it up, which made a little money.

A business that can be used to make money by relying on curative effects is not something that Baigang wants to sell you for 100 yuan. For the rebirth, there is a lot of money-making business, and there is no need to make such unethical money. Baigang values ​​more the opportunity after the door of the plane is opened in the future.

So after the pharmaceutical factory gradually came to life, Baigang used his foresight to make money in various fields, and then fed back to the pharmaceutical factory, constantly merged and expanded, and established R&D centers. While becoming the name of "child prodigy", he gradually turned his pharmaceutical factory to the top position in the country.

Putting down a plate of fried eggs for Bai Gang, the nanny aunt said, "The trainer just called and said he would be there in one hour."

"Thank you, Aunt Zhang."

Bai Gang ate the fried eggs a few times and then used chopsticks to transfer the remaining millet porridge in the bowl, picked up a piece of rice and swept it into his mouth.

Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "It's so great to be your chef. I feel it smells good when I see you eating."

Bai Gang put down the bowls and chopsticks and smiled: "That's because Aunt Zhang makes it so delicious."

"Don't say that, I don't know my own skills yet? The old and young people in my family have never eaten as much as you."

"The people who can eat all their food and not waste them are all warriors."

"Haha, it's still Mr. Bai who will educate his children."

Bai Gang smiled and said nothing. His father had never taught such things. After enduring sour water in his previous life, he never wasted a grain of rice.

Seeing that there was still time, Bai Gang came to the training hall after a little rest, planning to practice more while the trainer had not arrived yet.

A few days ago, Bai Gang was busy taking care of his own pharmaceutical factory's business, and he was inevitably a little disappointed in training. His physique actually dropped by 1 point, so he thought about hiring a professional to help him recover. After all, although he has been practicing sword for more than ten years, he is definitely not as good as a professional in rapid recovery.

If this world is still the same as memory and has not been disturbed by his reborn butterfly, the opportunity to go to another world will soon appear. It is very important to maintain a good state at all times.

On the cobbled path by the sea, trainer Cole was watching the surrounding luxury villas with different styles while checking the navigation information on his mobile phone.

"There are so many rich people in China. I don't know when I can live in such a house."

Cole sighed. As a Chinese A, it is not difficult to buy a house that can be called a luxury house in the eyes of Chinese people, but what Cole wants is not simply a house. He also hopes that the house can be located in a good community, which can help him rise to a decent social class; the design should have a unique style, and it is best to find a well-known designer, so that he can be more decent when holding a party at home.

Of course, these things can be done, as long as you have money, it’s fine! Not to mention the property tax, insurance premiums, property fees, courtyard maintenance fees, etc. that will follow after you have a house. These are all money!

But Cole has everything else, but he is short of money!

This is also the reason why he desperately takes private jobs as a private coach for a rich man during his spare time.

"It should be here."

As he thought about it, Cole soon found the location of the navigation prompt, confirmed the address correctly, and then rang the doorbell. After a while, Aunt Zhang came over and opened the door.

"Hello, I'm here to find Mr. Bai, I've made an appointment."

"You're the Cole trainer, right?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Ah, Mr. Cole, your Chinese dialect is really good!"

"Thank you for your praise, can you take me to Mr. Bai now?"

"Yeah, Mr. Cole, come with me."

Following Aunt Zhang in the garden of Bai's family, Cole tilted his mouth disdainfully, and called out a document on the training plan from his phone, looking and laughing.

"The money from these rich Chinese people is so easy to make. They are not even considered amateur level, but they still have to find professional trainers. I just need to take a general training class to fool them and earn ten times the salary of the professional team. I don't know what kind of cute fool this guy is today."

Cole was thinking that the two had arrived at the training hall. Cole, who was thinking about starting soon and ending easily making money, pushed open the door.

Then he saw a "black shadow" flying past in front of him!

"God! What did I see!? Who is that person?? Is he practicing for a hundred meters? Why is he still holding something in his hand??"

Although there was no timekeeping, Cole could swear to the sky that this man could definitely compete with Bolt at his speed, and he was not using the correct 100-meter running posture! Because the man was holding two...two long swords in his hand!?

Well!?Long Knife!?What the hell is that!?

Bai Gang quickly passed by the dense plastic dummy on the training ground with two swords in his hand. The dummies everywhere were separated from their bodies and heads. Although it was quite violent, there was an inexplicable sense of art in the eyes of trainer Cole, who was standing beside him.

A dummy head rolled over, hit Cole's feet and stopped. He leaned over and picked it up and looked at it. The dummy's neck was painted with bone patterns, and the incision was very accurate across a fracture of bones, which was not bad at all.

"It's so accurate!"

Cole, who was interested, picked up several other fake heads and looked at them. The incision was as accurate as copying and pasting, which made his spine chill and he unconsciously touched his throat.

He was able to swing his knife so accurately at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, which was like a character in a superhero comic!

"This...is not a coincidence!"

More importantly, he swung his knife quickly and accurately while running at the Olympic 100-meter speed!

Chinese Kung Fu!

And it’s not the kind of flower-style for entertainment performances! It’s a real practical kung fu!

I originally thought it was just a order to make some extra money, but I didn't expect to meet such a magical employer. Cole swears that he has never praised God as much as he is now.

Praise God to give him the opportunity to make a lot of money!
Chapter completed!