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 transformed into a beautiful landscape, featuring Chinese pavilions and bluestone boardwalks, all pleasant to the eye.
Departed in the morning.
Arrived at noon.
After meeting a friend, he came 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 kilometers, 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.
