Washing up.
Tidying up.
Work uniform.
ID badge.
Light makeup.
Out the door.
Qingyuan Technology has a unified work uniform, issued two sets upon joining, and one set per year after that. If you lose it, you have to pay for a new one. Since it’s a customized version by Sheng Tang Group, you can’t buy it outside.
However.
It’s generally not lost.
Each set of clothes is embroidered with a golden work number.
Embroidered.
Not attached.
Therefore.
As long as it’s not lost outside, it can’t be lost. Managent positions are like this, but technical positions are different. Because they need to do experints, they have four more sets, and they rarely wear formal attire.
Going downstairs.
A burst of floral fragrance hits the nose. Yuan Tong takes a deep breath, and a beautiful picture unfolds before her eyes. The campus’s accommodation environnt is excellent, not like a dormitory at all, but like an upscale neighborhood.
Pavilion.
Stone path.
Garden.
Green shade.
Everything suggests an abundance of wealth. At this mont, many people are up and heading towards a nearby building. The dormitory buildings are built around a river, semi-circular in distribution, with a total of three arc-shaped dormitory clusters.
Cafeteria.
Right at the center, with a circular design, five floors, enough to provide food and drink for tens of thousands of people. Previously, Yuan Tong envied Cot Group. Qingyuan Technology’s headquarters weren’t great, but now it’s different.
Now.
It’s Cot Group’s turn to envy.
Of course.
This envy.
Is not because Cot Group’s conditions are bad, but because the focus is different. Qingyuan Technology needs to conduct scientific research, with a large area to improve the environnt. Cot Group has relatively less open space.
Entering the cafeteria.
It’s very lively.
The first floor.
Is for Chinese breakfast, with many people and long lines at each window.
The second floor.
Is for Western breakfast.
Yuan Tong goes upstairs. In the nearly month-long ti she’s been at the park, she’s almost tried everything on the first floor. She hasn’t finished on the second floor yet, as the new dishes update quickly, overwhelming her.
After a few minutes.
"Sunflower Seed Bread?"
Yuan Tong laughed.
As expected.
The chefs here are very imaginative. It’s not just the appearance of sunflower seeds, but there are real sunflower seeds inside, with various flavors—plain, five-spice, green tea, red date... There are a lot of choices.
One bite.
"Not bad."
Yuan Tong praised it, though imaginative, the taste was never off.
"Cumin Fried Eggs."
Not a finished product.
It’s sothing Yuan Tong added herself, along with many other ingredients.
She really liked it.
Life.
Is about daring to try new things. She estimates this is about conveying a concept to all employees—big imagination ans anything is possible. If you dare to think, go and do, be brave enough to try.
That’s right.
It must be so.
Smart Space plays with innovation, intelligence, and that heart that continuously breaks free from shackles, subtly reminding them through daily als—not to be bound by conventions.
The heart is as big.
As the sky is wide.
The farther the thoughts, the brighter the life.
"Good morning, Sister Yuan."
At this mont.
A girl holds a tray, sits in front of her, and greets warmly. Yuan Tong looks up and smiles at her. This girl is an alumna from Fudan, but not in the sa major, as she’s studying automation.
This major.
Is almost all guys.
However.
So girls do like it, although quite a few are redirected into it. The girl in front of her is a sister of a dorm mate. Unfortunately, the postgraduate dorm mate didn’t get into the company.
But the girl in front of her.
Undergraduate.
But due to her excellent grades, she was recruited by the company.
"Morning."
While chatting.
While eating.
"Cream Bread, I can never get enough of it." The girl’s face was full of happiness. Girls have no resistance to these. Anyway, they are not afraid of gaining weight. Eating this in the morning, unhealthy?
Non-existent.
Afraid of what.
She’s still young, healthy enough. She wanted to eat like this as a child, but her family wouldn’t allow it, forcing her to eat als. Now that she’s working, she can eat as she likes.
Wuwu!
Delicious.
After eating, she must work well. This kind of life, she feels she can’t live without it. If she wants to stay, she must prove her value, continue to improve, grow, and deliver results.
Otherwise.
Leaving this place.
She feels it’s all hell.
"Slow down."
Yuan Tong looks up and smiles.
Didn’t advise.
Health?
Cancer has been conquered. As long as it’s not poison, she doesn’t care what others like to eat. Besides, the company regularly checks health, and if there’s an issue, the doctor will inform them, no need for her to worry.
"Mm-hmm."
After a few minutes.
Finished eating.
Cleaned the tray.
Left.
Outside the cafeteria, by the circular flower bed, countless bicycles are parked. The two didn’t ride. It’s still early, no need to hurry. Walking past is just right, except when in a rush, they habitually walk after als.
"So beautiful."
On both sides of the road, a row of maple trees have been transplanted.
This season.
It’s the ti for falling leaves, covering the ground with a srizing golden layer. For so reason, it’s only in December that they start turning yellow, but this is not sothing their professions require them to consider.
Under the maple trees.
Everyone passing by can’t help but feel delighted.
In terms of maple scenery.
In Shanghai, Yuan Tong thinks it definitely ranks in the top three, with the main road in the West Zone lined with maples, the Central Zone with ginkgo trees, and the East Zone being diverse, featuring all kinds of trees, comparable to botanical gardens.
"I really want to live here forever."
"Work hard."
"Mm."
Didn’t walk far.
They parted ways.
One went to the research building, the other to the administrative building. At this mont, a high stage was already set up in front of the main administrative building, with a lot of personnel busy. Yuan Tong swiped her card, went upstairs, and there was an hour and a half until the ceremony.
"Whew!"
Sitting at her workstation.
A soft chair.
A large solid wood table.
Considerably better than the original Qingyuan Technology headquarters. After working at Tang Qing’s company, she realized this is what work ans, this is what life ans. Yuan Tong got a surge of energy, beginning a new day’s busy schedule.
...
Quarter past nine.
The park.
At the main gate.
Tang Qing and Qingyuan Technology’s top managent were there, the lodious music echoing at the front gate. For this ceremony, city leaders would attend, along with people from Education, Technology, and the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology.
Such a large project.
Investnt.
Construction.
Operation.
All required the support of these departnts, so they invited them all.
"They’re here."
Always vigilant, Luo Qiang got alert, everyone looked over, a line of Audis with special license plates arrived, lined up at the main gate. With this level of style, even Tang Qing had to pay attention.
No choice, too many big shots.
"Welco, Secretary, welco all leaders."
Tang Qing stepped forward.
Smilingly said.
"Congratulations."
The head of Shanghai smiled and said.
Smart Space.
Shanghai spent a great price to keep it. Now, it seems this was a very wise decision, 800 acres exchanged for a project worth at least fifty billion, maybe even over a hundred billion.
Worth it.
Tang Qing’s initiatives are never small.
After so pleasantries.
The group boarded the tour car, quickly took a small tour, and arrived at the administrative building. By now, everything was ready, guests seated, over ten thousand spectators, and a live broadcast.
Soon.
Under countless gazes.
Speech.
Ribbon cutting.
Smart Space Industrial Park is officially operational.
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