Rebirth in a Shura Field, but in an Abstract Version

089 We met by fate

Around noon, the black Audi drove into the urban area of ​​Hangzhou.

The car drove to a high-end resort hotel by West Lake.

"We've arrived, get off the bus."

Zhu Qi had already woken up and was now energetically directing everyone to get their luggage.

"Thank you all for your hard work! I've booked rooms for everyone. Let's check in, drop off our luggage, and then go have a meal!"

Stepping into the hotel lobby, the opulent decor left Zhang Hao and Li Wenjie speechless, having never stayed in a hotel of this caliber before.

Zhu Qi had already arranged everything and distributed the room keys to everyone.

"There are five of us in total, and we've booked three rooms. Zhang Hao and Li Wenjie will share one, Su Xiaocheng and I will share one, and Wang Zhe, you'll have your own room. Is that alright?"

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!" Zhang Hao was overjoyed.

Wang Zhe took the room key and smiled, "Thank you, senior."

Holding the room key, Su Xiaocheng felt a little better—at least, Wang Zhe couldn't possibly share a room with Sister Qiqi.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Wang Zhe swiped his room key and opened the room with the king-size bed that was his.

The room was spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing a corner of West Lake. Although it wasn't a panoramic lake view room, the view was still expansive, with a glimpse of the shimmering lake surface in the distance.

The room was fully equipped, with an elegant and sophisticated decor, and a subtle aroma of tea permeated the air.

Wang Zhe threw his backpack on the bed, walked to the window, and looked at the beautiful scenery outside.

"This room must cost at least a thousand yuan a night."

He mentally estimated it. Zhu Qi had indeed spent a considerable amount of money on this team-building activity. It seemed this wealthy heiress genuinely wanted to win over the team. Or rather, to win over a particular member of the team…

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Wang Zhe went to open the door and saw Su Xiaocheng standing at the door.

"Qiqi ordered takeout. She said we shouldn't go out and cause trouble at noon, everyone is tired, let's just have a simple meal. After lunch and resting for a while, we can get ready to go cycling around West Lake."

Su Xiaocheng faithfully relayed the boss's instructions:

"The roads around West Lake are great for cycling, and you can rent bicycles right downstairs at the hotel. Today is also a cloudy and breezy day, so it's not too hot, which is perfect for cycling."

"Okay, no problem," Wang Zhe replied.

Lunch was a takeout meal, a local specialty of Hangzhou, and it tasted pretty good.

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest for an hour.

At 2:30 pm, at the hotel entrance.

Wang Zhe, Zhu Qi, and Su Xiaocheng each pushed a rented public bicycle, ready to set off.

But before starting the ride, Wang Zhe asked, "Where are Zhang Hao and Li Wenjie? Why didn't the two senior students come?"

Zhu Qi smiled helplessly, gripping the handlebars, and said, "Don't even mention it. They're such typical homebodies. The moment they heard we were going to cycle around the lake, they chickened out. They said they didn't want to exercise, they just wanted to find a cool spot by West Lake to sit, play games on the hotel Wi-Fi, or just sleep in their room."

Wang Zhe laughed: "Coming to West Lake and not enjoying the scenery, just playing games in the hotel? That really fits the stereotype of computer science majors."

Su Xiaocheng was quite happy: "It's okay, then the three of us will go play! It'll be easier to walk if there are fewer people!"

"Let's go! Let's set off!"

Zhu Qi took a long stride, mounted her bicycle, and sped off.

Wang Zhe and Su Xiaocheng followed closely behind.

Although it was the National Day holiday and there were many tourists by West Lake, the route they chose was relatively secluded, with shady trees and a gentle lake breeze, making for a pleasant ride.

The three people lined up in a vertical row.

However, as he rode, Wang Zhe, relying on his physical advantage, unknowingly rode to the front.

As he felt the gentle breeze blowing from the lake and looked at the car rental stands by the roadside, a rather practical question suddenly popped into his mind.

It's 2012 now.

At that time, public bicycles were still the docked type, requiring a card and pick-up/return at fixed docking stations. This was both inconvenient and restrictive.

Two years later, ofo will emerge, followed by Mobike and other competitors, together triggering a major revolution in single-person travel.

"Shared bikes..."

Wang Zhe was secretly calculating as he pedaled.

The impact of this project is undeniable; it has practically transformed the last mile of urban transportation.

However, as someone who has been reborn, he is also well aware of how deep the pitfalls in this industry are.

Unlike the gaming industry, which has low costs, quick returns, and good cash flow, bike sharing is a typical business with heavy assets and high operating costs.

Manufacturing cars costs money, deploying them costs money, and maintaining them costs money.

Moreover, the profit model of this thing is actually very fragile. It mainly relies on the deposit pool to play financial games and eventually be acquired by giants to cash out.

It's not impossible to do it yourself. But the prerequisite is that you must seize the opportunity before capital floods in and decisively exit at the peak of the valuation bubble, selling the company to a white knight like Alibaba or Tencent.

This requires a massive amount of start-up capital. The little money he's made from stocks now isn't even enough to make a splash. Even if he makes more money from stocks in the future, he doesn't want to throw his hard-earned money into this kind of business.

"Draft Investment..."

Wang Zhe thought to himself, "If I could secure some angel investment, I could set up the framework first, and then conduct a trial run on campus..."

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked back.

Isn't there a ready-made rich second-generation following behind him?

Zhu Qi's family is said to be in the real estate business and have substantial funds. Moreover, she currently trusts me a lot and has entrepreneurial ambitions. If I can persuade... oh no, get in touch with her family's connections, maybe it really will work out.

When Wang Zhe turned around, he met Zhu Qi's gaze.

Zhu Qi rode in the middle, her figure agile from years of exercise. She seemed to have been watching Wang Zhe's back the whole time, and when he turned around, she gave him a bright smile, as if she was about to say something.

However, the next second, Zhu Qi's pupils contracted sharply, and her smile instantly turned into terror: "Watch out!"

Wang Zhe's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned around to look ahead.

A black private car, in an attempt to overtake the car in front, recklessly crossed the yellow line in the middle of the road and sped off against traffic!

In that critical moment, Wang Zhe reacted extremely quickly. He jerked the handlebars sharply to the right, propelling the bike and himself toward the roadside lawn, narrowly avoiding the reckless car.

"call--"

The car sped past, bringing with it a gust of wind.

Wang Zhe steadied the car and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard a loud crash behind him, followed by Su Xiaocheng's heart-wrenching scream.

"Sister Qiqi!!!"

Wang Zhe suddenly turned around.

Zhu Qi had also swerved sharply to avoid that car. But in her panic, she squeezed the front brake, and the rear of the car swung off the road.

Unfortunately, this section of road is right next to West Lake and has no guardrails, only a gentle slope.

Zhu Qi and her car plunged down the gentle slope and into the lake!

With a "plop," water splashed everywhere.

Only the rented bicycle lay overturned on the lakeshore, its wheels still spinning.

"Sister Qiqi! Sister Qiqi can't swim!"

Su Xiaocheng turned pale with fright, screamed, jumped off her bicycle, and rushed towards the shore.

Upon hearing the words "can't swim," Wang Zhe's eyes narrowed.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket, tossed it onto the grass, and then rushed down the gentle slope in two quick steps.

"I'll do it!"

Wang Zhe shouted and leaped into West Lake.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.