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Chapter 108 Trial Operation!

three days later.

In the southern suburbs of Jinghai City, the once overgrown reed marshes have been completely transformed.

This place used to be called "Ghost's Sorrow," but now, on the huge raw stone at the entrance, three large characters are carved in a flamboyant style: Tiangongfang.

There were no tacky red carpets or rainbow arches, and no deafening firecrackers.

The entire resort was surrounded by a faint, semi-transparent light curtain—a "barrier" created using a water mist spray system combined with holographic projection, making it look like a fairyland even in broad daylight.

Luxury cars were everywhere.

Almost all the prominent figures in Jinghai City are here today.

People originally came because of Nie Qingcheng's reputation, or because of the "selenium-rich hot spring" gimmick, and were somewhat interested in watching the show.

After all, everyone knows that this piece of land is a notorious abandoned project; just three months ago, it was a mud pit.

But as soon as the car drove through the gate, everyone fell silent.

"This...this is that muddy pond?"

A real estate tycoon with a beer belly had just stepped out of his Maybach when his sunglasses nearly fell to the ground.

There's no mud pit in front of us.

In the center of the huge sunken plaza is a giant metal sphere suspended in mid-air, which is the core of Zhang Yan's design - "Dragon Eye".

The underground hot steam is drawn out, propelling the sphere to rotate slowly, while simultaneously driving the surrounding gear sets to convert kinetic energy into electrical energy to power the lighting of the entire resort.

There are no utility poles, and no air conditioner outdoor units.

All the buildings looked as if they were growing out of the ground or floating on the water.

What's even more amazing is the waiter.

"Sir, please show me your invitation."

A unicycle robot dressed in a tuxedo, only half the height of a person, glided over, carrying a silver plate in its hand, and a standard smiling emoji appeared on the screen on its head (^o^).

"Holy crap! A robot?"

The real estate tycoon was startled and instinctively put the invitation up.

"Beep—Identity verification successful. Welcome, Mr. Li."

"Your VIP room is in 'Tingtao Pavilion'. Please follow the cursor on the ground."

After the robot finished speaking, it gracefully turned around and glided away.

Boss Li stood there stunned for a long time before finally managing to stammer out, "This is fucking...sci-fi."

……

Inside the main control room.

Nie Qingcheng stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the magnificent scene below.

Today she wore a modified dark green cheongsam with a white mink vest over it, and held a glass of champagne in her hand. She looked elegant and dignified, with an aura that seemed to reach two meters and eighty centimeters.

But in the secluded corner, her hands were actually trembling slightly.

"Honey, do you think... this system can handle it?"

Nie Qingcheng turned around and looked at Zhang Yan, who was playing games in the boss's chair. "With so many people here today, if that 'Dragon Eye' gets stuck, or if those robots crash, we'll be incredibly embarrassed."

Zhang Yan didn't even look up, his fingers flying across the phone screen: "Don't worry, I used aerospace-grade titanium alloy for the core bearing of 'Dragon Eye'. Unless you throw a grenade inside, it can keep spinning until the next century."

"As for those robots..."

Zhang Yan smiled and casually tossed a peeled grape into his mouth: "Those are all 'Wangcai's' disciples and grand-disciples. Although their intelligence level is not high, they are enough to serve tea and water."

As they were talking, a red box suddenly popped up on the monitor screen.

Zhang Yan raised an eyebrow: "Oh, a rare guest indeed."

Nie Qingcheng leaned closer to take a look, and her face instantly darkened.

At the main gate, a flashy fluorescent green Lamborghini was parked there. The door opened, and that unlucky guy Zhou Wenbin got out.

This guy has been quiet for a while since he ate mud last time.

Not only did they come today, but they also brought someone with them.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a gray jacket, a baseball cap, and a bulging backpack. His eyes were darting around, and he stared at the robots as soon as he entered. He didn't seem to be there for a bath; he looked more like he was there to scout the place.

"Why is he here?"

Nie Qingcheng frowned in disgust. "I didn't send him an invitation."

"He's shameless."

Zhang Yan tossed his phone aside, stretched, and said, "You weren't slapped in the face hard enough last time, so you're trying to get revenge."

"Should we have security kick him out?"

Nie Qingcheng picked up the walkie-talkie.

"No!"

Zhang Yan held her hand down, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "It would be a shame to turn away such a fun opportunity that's delivered right to our door."

"And look at the person he brought with him."

Zhang Yan pointed to the gray jacket on the screen, "The contents of that bag are quite interesting."

Nie Qingcheng examined it closely but couldn't figure it out: "It's just a backpack, isn't it? What's in it? A bomb?"

"More or less."

Zhang Yan stood up, straightened his collar, and said, "Let's go meet this young master Zhou."

"Let him experience what real 'hospitality' is all about."

……

Open-air hot spring area.

This is the most central area of ​​the entire resort.

Dozens of hot spring pools of varying sizes are scattered among the rocks, shrouded in mist.

Zhou Wenbin swaggered in, wearing a pair of flashy swimming trunks and a large gold chain around his neck.

As soon as he appeared, the guests who had been talking in hushed tones fell silent, and each of them gave him strange looks.

Everyone knows that the Zhou family and the Qingcheng Group are at odds. This guy's visit today is clearly a case of a weasel paying respects to a chicken.

"Oh, isn't this Young Master Zhou?"

Zhang Yan, arm in arm with Nie Qingcheng, strolled leisurely down the corridor. "What's wrong? Didn't you get enough mud last time? Want some bathwater today?"

A low murmur of laughter rose from the surroundings.

Zhou Wenbin's face stiffened, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes, but he quickly replaced it with a forced smile.

"Mr. Zhang is really joking."

Zhou Wenbin said with a forced smile, "I heard that President Nie has set up a high-tech resort here. I was just curious, so I specially brought an 'expert' friend to take a look."

He pointed to the gray jacket behind him.

He pulled his hat down low in the gray jacket, said nothing, and just stared intently at the robotic arm that was delivering towels to a customer not far away.

"You can look, but don't touch."

Zhang Yan glanced at the man, his words carrying a hidden meaning, "Our equipment here is quite expensive. If we break it, even if your Zhou family sells everything, we still can't afford to pay for it."

"Tch, who are you trying to scare?"

Zhou Wenbin curled his lip in disdain and walked directly to the largest one, the "Emperor's Pool".

This pool has the best location, directly facing the suspended "dragon eye," and the water temperature is kept constant at 42 degrees Celsius, which Zhang Yan specially adjusted.

Zhou Wenbin stuck one foot out and tested the water, then shouted exaggeratedly:

"Ouch! Why is the water so cold?"

His shout drew the attention of everyone around him.

"President Nie, is this the constant temperature system you've been boasting about?"

Zhou Wenbin pointed at the pool with a look of disgust. "This temperature isn't even 30 degrees Celsius, is it? It's too cold even for soaking your feet! You didn't turn off the heater to save electricity, did you?"

Actually, the water temperature was just right.

But he just had to find fault.

If it can be proven in public that the resort is a shoddy construction project, then Nie Qingcheng will have completely lost face.

Just as Nie Qingcheng was about to lash out, Zhang Yan squeezed her palm.

"Too cold?"

Zhang Yan looked at him with a smile, "Young Master Zhou has a fiery temper, so he might indeed feel cold."

"In that case, as the host, we must meet the needs of our guests."

Zhang Yan took out a tablet computer from his pocket and swiped his finger across it lightly.

On the screen, the blue dot representing "Emperor's Pool" instantly turned into a blinding red.

"please."

Zhang Yan made a "please step into the trap" gesture, "The current temperature will absolutely satisfy you."

Zhou Wenbin looked at him suspiciously.

The water was indeed quite good, but he deliberately said it was cold in order to find fault.

Can this kid really heat things up instantly?

He refused to believe it and jumped down.

"Thump!"

Water splashed everywhere.

Zhou Wenbin submerged himself completely in the water and sighed comfortably, "That's about right... Holy crap!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed through the sky.