Park.
East Gate.
A vehicle with a Zhejiang license plate slowly drove in.
In the car.
Jack Ma looked out the window, with flourishing blossoms and lush green trees. This "island" by the river had been transford into a beautiful landscape, featuring Chinese pavilions and bluestone boardwalks, all pleasant to the eye.
Departed in the morning.
Arrived at noon.
After eting a friend, he ca over. As for why he took the vehicle, it’s because there are no direct flights between Shanghai and Hangzhou. It’s just over a hundred kiloters, and it takes two to three hours to drive there.
Very soon.
Passing through the landscape.
Arrived at the Park Hotel.
"Looks nice."
Jack Ma praised.
Red tiles.
Exquisite carvings.
White jade.
Among the imitation ancient architecture, it’s definitely a masterpiece. Imitation ancient buildings aren’t just about color and shape; they also need charm. Many imitation ancient buildings seem okay at first glance, but upon closer inspection, lack depth, having form but no charm.
The one in front of him.
Has both form and charm.
Entering the gate.
The rapidly changing style didn’t feel abrupt.
Registering.
Got the room number.
"Mr. Ma, your room is on the fifth floor, just follow the arrow."
"Alright."
Arrow?
Jack Ma was puzzled for a mont but didn’t ask further. You’ve been told it’s on the fifth floor, any more questions would be silly. He first went to the fifth floor to drop off his luggage, scanned the area, and the elevator was quite prominent, so he headed over.
"Fifth floor."
Pressed the button.
Went up.
Exiting the elevator.
"Hmm?"
As soon as he stepped out, an arrow appeared on the ground. Upon a closer look, it was a projection. Jack Ma stopped and walked back and forth, discovering that the arrows always appeared at his feet, pointing in one direction.
"Is this even possible?" the assistant exclaid.
"Why not?"
Jack Ma smiled calmly.
Holographic projection.
It inherently possesses a certain level of intelligence; otherwise, how could it obtain precise images from the projection area? There’s also oriented voice transmission technology, all of which carry intelligence. Comparatively, light arrows guiding the way are quite simple.
Following the guidance.
He turned many corners before reaching his room.
Spacious.
Luxurious.
There wasn’t much smart furniture; in public places, a little more technology is fine, but in a residence, especially one that’s not your own ho, it can make it too smart, giving people a sense of insecurity.
Opened the wine cabinet.
An array.
Five bottles of fruit wine.
Complintary.
Jack Ma chuckled softly. Not all rooms would have this configuration, otherwise, Tang Qing would suffer a huge loss. If they did, he wouldn’t be surprised; Tang Qing wouldn’t fret over small pennies.
"Let’s go for a walk."
After saying that.
He went downstairs.
A row of tour cars was parked at the entrance, the long ones seating over ten people, and the small ones seating two or three, catering to different team needs. Jack Ma, along with the assistant and the narrator, made three people.
They chose a small one.
"Are these cars communal?"
"Yes."
"Can they be ridden out?"
"No, these are all park properties. Anyone can ride them for free within the park and can be parked anywhere that doesn’t obstruct others or vehicle traffic, but they cannot be taken out."
"..."
"This outdoor pool is huge!" Jack Ma saw the fitness building, and beside the building was a massive outdoor swimming pool. The gym spans the second, third, and fourth floors, likely becoming the most popular spot.
At this mont.
Many n and won were swimming inside.
It seems.
That the pool is kept at a constant temperature.
There’s even an artificial beach, which is quite the imagination, playing like this in one’s own park. After working in such an environnt for a long ti, going to other companies would probably seem impoverished to them.
This move.
Brilliant.
Once seen the oceans, other waters are pale in comparison. To avoid experiencing the gap, many people would strive hard.
"..."
"Snack street? Shopping plaza?"
Sprawling area.
Truly can afford to be willful.
"Yes, the park is huge, and so is the plan for the public service area. In addition to the public canteen, there’s also supporting comrcial services here for shopping, leisure, and good food."
Saying this, the narrator couldn’t help but feel proud.
Such a configuration.
Can be considered luxurious.
She was also a park employee, in the administration departnt. With such a work environnt, conditions, and treatnt, it could definitely rank in the top three in Shanghai, better than the Cot Group headquarters over there.
"..."
Tea House.
KTV.
Movie Theater.
Even the Internet cafe was standalone.
Along the way.
The narrator explained and asked questions, deepening Jack Ma’s understanding of the park. This is a comprehensive research park, encompassing almost all engineering fields except for Biology.
Software.
Electronics.
Engineering.
Various chanical Engineering fields.
Communications.
Aerospace.
...
Surprised.
Jack Ma was speechless. Is this ant to create a local version of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and Engineering Academy? Without tens of billions a year, it’s not feasible. He once had such an idea, but it was only thoughts.
No money.
A very realistic problem.
Now.
Tang Qing has realized a dream of his, creating a local academy of sciences. It is sowhat strange — making cars and mobile phones is one thing, but it looks like he also wants to make aerospace vehicles.
The goal is a bit big!
If unrestricted.
Do you also want to make weapons?
Very likely.
n.
There’s no man who doesn’t like weapons. He likes them too, but not for fighting or killing, just out of interest. Regardless of making weapons or protective gear, in the end, they could all be stained with blood.
"Hey, Mr. Ma, let’s et up later."
"Sure."
"..."
"Mr. Ma, can we take a photo together?"
"Of course."
"..."
Both acquaintances and strangers greeted him. Most of those asking for photos were part-ti workers preparing to return to school. The park’s researchers had been instructed not to disturb the guests.
In front of a large building.
"Can we take a look inside?" Jack Ma asked.
"I’m sorry."
The narrator shook her head.
According to the rules.
Visitors can’t go inside. Although there’s nothing confidential now, this rule has been implented from the start. Not only outsiders cannot enter casually, but internal personnel cannot wander freely either.
In the future.
They all have their research projects, which are business secrets.
"No problem." Jack Ma smiled.
It’s normal.
Casually letting people in would be strange. He noticed that each research building has security, on duty 24/7, with access control. You must swipe a card to enter, and perhaps even use face recognition.
Yeah.
In line with Tang Qing’s style.
He had visited the Cot Group headquarters, where each building was the sa way. Different departnts couldn’t casually visit others; if there was an issue, one must apply first. Though a bit cumberso, it allowed people to develop discipline.
With rules.
And regulations.
It becos orderly.
The park is vast.
Walking and stopping, it took nearly an hour to explore. Besides envy, what else could be said? To learn, even Ali doesn’t have this capital, nor is it necessary. They build a park; we build a building.
Don’t compete.
Don’t compare.
Otherwise, it’s easy to get hurt.
...
Returning to the hotel.
A bus was parked at the entrance. Many people got off, and Jack Ma glanced over, recognizing a few familiar faces, university leaders from Hangzhou, two professors. Seeing them, they also noticed Jack Ma.
A few people approached.
"Mr. Ma."
"Principal Chen, Professor Fang..."
Jack Ma greeted.
"Didn’t expect you all to be here too."
"It’s not just us, all 211 universities are here by invitation. Quite a few people are coming this ti," said Chen Rong. "Ordinary companies couldn’t move them, but Tang Qing’s is not an ordinary company."
Moreover.
To invite them.
It’s definitely not just for show, but because there are collaborative opportunities.
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