129: Chapter 129 Heading to the Software Park

After hearing what Qiao Linlin said, Chen Fan began to ponder whether the company met the application criteria.

Their software product with independent intellectual property rights—defend the carrot》—was one. The remaining requirements like technical personnel, R&D funding, and software sales were all above the standard threshold.

Thinking of this, he looked at Qiao Linlin: "There is no rush for the software enterprise matter; let's settle the office first. Tomorrow, you will come with me to Software Park to take a look. After the office is sorted out, you can go and apply for the software enterprise certification."

"Alright, I will make an appointment with Software Park."

After saying this, Qiao Linlin pushed the door open and left.

Chen Fan checked the time; it was almost five o'clock. There was nothing going on at the company for the moment, so he prepared to leave as well.

He hadn't tested the effects of the Basketball Mastery he had acquired a while ago, so now was the perfect time to give it a try.

Half an hour later, Chen Fan arrived at a nearby basketball court.

Perhaps because today was a workday, the basketball court was empty.

The ground was that old-fashioned concrete type, the lines were already a bit blurry, and the net was torn, but it had the advantage of being quiet.

Chen Fan dribbled a newly bought Spalding basketball and walked towards the backboard.

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was exceptionally clear in the empty court, "Bang, bang, bang," with a steady rhythm, as if keeping time.

He dribbled a few steps, accelerated, gathered the ball, and jumped—his movements were as fluid as if he had practiced for over a decade, every joint in his body stretching and exerting force at the most appropriate time, without a single wasted motion.

The ball was released from his hand, grazing the edge of the small rectangle on the backboard, and cleanly bounced into the hoop.

"Swish."

Nothing but net.

After landing, Chen Fan paused for a moment and glanced at his right hand. This feeling... it was too smooth.

He picked up the ball again, retreated outside the three-point line, adjusted his breathing, and shot.

The ball traced an arc, and it was another swish.

One more. Still a swish.

Chen Fan stood outside the three-point line, shot ten in a row, and made nine.

The only one that didn't go in hit the back rim and bounced out, but the direction was true, and the force was about right; it was just off by a tiny bit.

He looked down at the ball in his hands, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Before, his shooting was all based on luck; his posture was wrong, his force application was wrong, and making three or four out of ten would have been good.

Now it was different; from catching the ball to releasing it, every step felt like it was engraved in his muscle memory.

Chen Fan dribbled to the free-throw line and pulled up for a jump shot.

In.

Turnaround fadeaway jump shot.

In.

Drive to the basket for a layup.

In.

...

He played for over ten minutes.

Looking at the hoop not far away, Chen Fan had a sudden thought: could he dunk now?

At 1.85 meters tall, he wasn't short to begin with. Coupled with the physical attribute boost, his vertical leap was significantly stronger than before. When playing basketball previously, he could already touch more than half a palm's length above the rim.

Now... it should be enough, right?

Chen Fan dribbled to under the basket, took a deep breath, gathered the ball, and jumped—

The moment his body left the ground, he felt his whole person become light. It wasn't the kind of "floaty" weightlessness, but rather explosive power concentrated in his legs, pushing him upward.

He raised the ball with his right hand, extended his arm to the limit, and snapped his wrist downward—

"Bang."

The ball was dunked into the hoop—not the kind of struggling hang-on-the-rim dunk, but a solid, powerful one-handed slam.

Chen Fan hung on the rim, swung once, and then let go to land.

He stood under the basket, looked up at the rim that was still slightly vibrating, and his heartbeat accelerated.

"Holy crap, I actually dunked?"

He looked down at his right hand, then at the basket, his eyes growing more and more excited.

He picked up the ball, retreated outside the three-point line, took a deep breath, and tried again.

Dribble, accelerate, gather, jump—

This time it was even easier.

Grabbing the ball with his right hand, extending his arm to the limit, and snapping his wrist downward, with a "bang," the ball was smashed into the hoop.

Upon landing, Chen Fan grinned, showing his teeth, and wore a foolish smile.

It had to be said, dunking brought Chen Fan that kind of physical, instinctive, and primal joy. It was the satisfaction brought by the illusion of "I can fly."

He picked up the ball and dunked again.

And another one.

He dunked seven or eight times in a row, only stopping when his arms felt a bit sore.

After resting for a while and watching the sunset gradually descend, Chen Fan picked up the ball and left the basketball court.

Early the next morning, Chen Fan drove with Qiao Linlin to Software Park.

Jinye Road, one of the most central areas in the Xian High-tech Zone.

As the car turned into the park, Chen Fan looked out the window—several glass buildings were neatly arranged, with large green belts between them, and the roads were very clean.

In his previous life, he had also come here; back then, the park was already crowded with hundreds of companies, and everywhere were corporate slaves coming and going.

Conversely, now, it seemed quite sparsely populated.

Chen Fan found a spot to park the car, and the two walked into the lobby of Building A. Qiao Linlin took out her phone and made a call.

"Hello, I am Qiao Linlin, who made an appointment yesterday to come see the venue. Yes, we have already arrived at the lobby of Building A... Alright, alright."

Hanging up the phone, she turned to Chen Fan and said: "They will send someone right away."

A few minutes later, the elevator door opened, and a young man in his thirties, wearing a shirt, walked out quickly. He was holding a folder, scanned the area, and his gaze landed on Qiao Linlin.

"Are you Ms. Qiao? Hello, hello. My surname is Wang; you can just call me Xiao Wang." He shook hands with Qiao Linlin and then looked at Chen Fan beside her, "And this is?"

"This is our boss, President Chen," Qiao Linlin introduced.

Hearing Qiao Linlin's introduction, a flash of surprise crossed Xiao Wang's eyes; he seemed not to have expected Qiao Linlin's boss to be unbelievably young, looking like a college student.

However, he didn't underestimate him; this college-student-like boss was outstanding in terms of both dress and demeanor, probably some rich second-generation kid here to start a business.

Compared to some small bosses of start-ups, he was undoubtedly more substantial.

"Hello, President Chen." Xiao Wang extended his hand enthusiastically, "After our investment promotion department received your call, we organized the vacant floors; there are a few with quite good conditions."

Chen Fan nodded and shook his hand: "Thank you for the trouble."

"It's no trouble at all, it's my job." Xiao Wang made a gesture of invitation, "Let's go, let's go take a look first and talk as we go."

The three walked inside. The corridor was covered with gray carpet, and the Software Park's corporate directory hung on the wall. Chen Fan glanced at it and discovered that only a few scattered companies had moved in.

Immediately after, Xiao Wang took the two of them up to the twelfth floor by elevator.

Xiao Wang introduced as they walked: "This floor is about 1200 square meters, already renovated, and hasn't been rented out before. The renovation is done in the style of an internet company—simple and atmospheric; you guys doing games will definitely like it."