20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3643 Zhang Zhijing

Although Karlstad is just a city with a population of only 70,000 to 80,000, located on the island of Tinvara on the north shore of Lake Venaen, it is the capital of the province of Vemuran.

Previously, Zhao Chang'an thought that with the shrewdness and cunning of the Ye family, the old foxes would definitely build the research institute in a remote and uninhabited primeval Nordic forest that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and that there would be checkpoints set up at some essential points of passage.

As they watched the car pass through a still relatively bustling city near noon, Ye Yiyi said they were almost there, on the southern edge of the island on the edge of the city. Ye Yiyi was a little surprised.

Soon the car arrived at a headland in the southern part of the island.

"Here is the place."

Ye Ziyu said.

This was completely different from the research institute he had imagined. It was surrounded by a low metal fence to separate the areas. Inside, there were plants, sparse low-rise buildings, and many single-story detached wooden houses. Zhao Chang'an was a little stunned.

Based on his sinister imagination of the Ye family, shouldn't this place have tall walls with rolling nets strung on them, high-voltage electricity, a pack of ferocious wolves and dogs, and heavily armed security personnel on guard 24/7?

What Zhao Chang'an didn't expect was that there wasn't even a sign outside, just a house number. Two elderly security guards with white hair were lazily sitting in the heated guardhouse, watching TV.

After Zhao Chang'an got out of the car and spoke with the security guards inside, they refused to let the car, Ye Ziyu, and Ye Yiyi in, only allowing Zhao Chang'an to enter.

Zhao Chang'an admired Ye Pinghe's ruthlessness in disowning even his own granddaughter and cousin. Just as Ye Ziyu and her cousin had said, they hadn't seen their great-uncle for five or six years.

Moreover, based on the information Zhao Chang'an gathered about Ye Pinghe, he shouldn't be that kind of person.

Ye Changshuo's branch of the family, the eldest of the Ping generation, Ye Pinghu, died during the War of Resistance against Japan, and his wife committed suicide. The second son, Ye Pinghai, and his wife died in the fire. Only Ye Pinghe, a young man in his twenties of the Ping generation, was left, raising four children, three sons and one daughter, with his eldest and second eldest brothers.

However, Ye Pinghe also lost a leg.

Afterwards, Ye Pinghe brought the four children to Stockholm, where he married the daughter of a Chinese businessman who had also immigrated there, and gradually established himself.

The current generation with the character "Jing" in their name has grown to include seven sons and four daughters, totaling eleven people.

Ye Jingtian, one of the most outstanding members, is his elder brother's grandson, while his elder brother's son, Ye Hechou, is the current leader of this branch.

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"Fine, we don't want to go in!"

Ye Ziyu was a little angry when she heard this, and said to Zhao Chang'an, "We're going to stay at that hotel. Mr. Zhao, please call us when you come out."

Seeing Ye Ziyu and her sister get into the car to go to a nearby hotel, Zhao Chang'an remembered that the gift he bought for Ye Pinghe was still in the car. However, he figured if he brought it up now, the two of them would get anxious, so he kept quiet and didn't remind them.

Zhao Chang'an walked into the research institute. Looking at the quiet, empty area, he followed the instructions of the security guard at the entrance and walked inside. The sunlight shone down from above, and the wide road was lined with a variety of plants. There were also glass greenhouses where people could be seen, and flowers were displayed inside.

I saw a person wearing an anti-static suit riding a scooter silently towards me.

"Mr. Zhao?"

The electric scooter stopped in front of Zhao Chang'an. It was a woman's voice, speaking Mandarin with a slight Jiangnan accent, wearing a mask and looking at Zhao Chang'an. "Yes."

Zhao Chang'an nodded.

"Zhang Zhijing, Deputy Director of the Research Institute."

Zhang Zhijing spread her legs apart, supporting herself on the electric scooter, and stretched out her right hand toward him.

Zhao Chang'an noticed that she was wearing thin white cotton gloves when he shook hands with her. Her hands were small and her fingers were slender, but her hand strength was good, unlike the soft, boneless hands that Zhao Chang'an usually shook.

"Get in the car, I'll take you."

Zhao Chang'an hesitated when he looked at the small pedal. He wondered if he could even make the electric scooter move if he sat on it, since most electric scooters nowadays use lead-acid batteries and their power is not very high.

What's even more inappropriate is that, with his tall and strong frame, it's almost as if Zhang Zhijing is riding a bicycle on his lap.

"Let's finish this quickly, and then I'll take you on a tour before we go see my grandfather."

Zhang Zhijing gestured to Zhao Chang'an not to dawdle.

Zhao Chang'an sat on the footrest, causing the electric scooter to shake slightly. His body was almost completely pressed against Zhang Zhijing's back. It wasn't that he didn't want to sit back, but rather that there was a storage box hanging on the electric scooter behind him.

The car started moving forward.

He gently grabbed Zhang Zhijing's waist. She was wearing an anti-static suit without a padded jacket underneath, and her waist was still quite slender. He wondered if her breasts were reasonably large as well.

Of course, Zhao Chang'an was just thinking about it casually, because the women from the Ye family he had met so far were all very well-developed in this respect, presumably because they had been drinking milk since childhood.

Moreover, Zhang Zhijing was wearing an anti-static suit and a mask, and there was no perfume on her. Zhao Chang'an only had a wicked thought about it, but he wasn't really that desperate.

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Wearing an anti-static suit, Zhao Chang'an, accompanied by the petite Zhang Zhijing, spent over an hour giving a cursory tour of some departments within the research institute.

Biomimetic and alloy skeleton and neuromuscular fusion conduction technology, artificial blood pump flexible technology development, biomimetic muscle and nerve electrical pulse synchronization technology, optic nerve and optical camera information decoding and transmission technology, gene mutation repair technology, —

In just over an hour of visiting, the world-class high-tech cutting-edge equipment, the laboratories, the researchers who were still engrossed in their work even at mealtimes, and the many technical terms that Zhao Chang'an couldn't understand, all made him realize that it was completely different from what he and Wen Ye had previously judged.

This place has completely abandoned all superstitious and mystical elements; it is a pure technology research institute focused on future high technology.

Wenye's research is based on and defined by modern technology, but it still contains some metaphysical ideas.

As for the White Dragon King's faction, they completely despise any pursuit of technology.

What Zhao Chang'an saw before him was somewhat unbelievable. At this moment, he began to believe Wen Ye's assessment on the phone, that Ye Pinghe would not pose any danger to him.

Because the research direction of this research institute is more like the persistent research of an atheist over decades, trying to prove that those so-called mysterious things are just areas that science has not yet touched.