Above there is heaven.
Below there are Suzhou and Hangzhou.
In early spring, the country's major entrepreneurs, as usual, held a business event in Hexing ancient town.
Aboard a black-awning boat rippling with azure waves, the tea fragrance lingered. Bian Zaide, the well-known founder of Hippo, comfortably raised a cup of tea.
He still dressed the same, in a sweatshirt and cloth shoes, simple and casual, not at all like a business magnate whose wealth could rival countries, but more like a carefree master removed from the world.
Perhaps this was related to his personality.
By contrast, several others seated in the same boat seemed far more "proper," exuding dignity and extraordinary poise.
"Bian, I'm truly envious of you, leisurely enjoying mountains and water," a tycoon said with a smile, his comical bald spot obvious, yet sharing a boat with someone who had repeatedly claimed the throne of the richest man was an indication of his status.
