With these girls with waists like willows and cherry blossoms, they are clearly pure and lovely years, but they are also covered with pink and creamy makeup, just like women who have just returned from the peony garden in the West Chamber. How can they not attract attention?

So the young people below felt that those traditional old things could still play like this. Even if the purpose of coming to Xizhi was not here, it would be worth the trip. [Reading novels without pop-ups!] The older people muttered, but their eyes were not moved away. At least these girls did not play some tricks of selling dog meat with the title of sheep, and used the name of Kunqu Opera to show off their vulgarity.

The clothes of the people on the stage were all imitated by the clothes that Su Wan went to the island country to promote last time, and were carefully imitated one by one. Without the skill of repairing the golden fur of the old tailor, the people and clothes complement each other. Now, the only thing that is presented to the audience is the view that "this is really too beautiful", and I didn't notice anything else at all.

"Oh, it's really unconventional." Meng Chang didn't know that he had pirated the famous advertising slogans from later generations in surprise, and just stared at the stage with interest. When he started listening to formal songs, he just occasionally shook his head, but when this performance with a little ancient style cos came out, he repeatedly slapped his thighs, nodding and complimenting, and playing.

Yang Yi glanced at the stage. This kind of performance is indeed a new thing for the audience today, but for those who have seen many exquisite cosplay photos of later generations, it is really not worth a joke.

However, Meng Chang was interested and had to explain it to him. When Yang saw that he was in good spirits, he explained with a smile: "It's nothing, but it's actually just grasping a key issue - interesting. What's the Concubine Princess who just played? You know, the whole people are discussing it hotly. What's the connotation here? It's just a funny and funny thing, and although the plot is vulgar, it can also spit out some blood from time to time, which catches the audience's attention. Ours is almost the same."

"Oh, this is not something you should say." Meng Chang looked at him with some surprise: "Rogo often mentioned to me, saying that you have always wanted to revive our traditional culture and are very supportive and encouraging to those old people. Why do you look like you are a 'pse army' now?"

Yang Yi smiled and scratched his head: "There is no way. Traditional things represent the past, history, the accumulation of time and essence. But there is only one problem: some are separated from the times and the present. No matter how good things are, what is the point of being acclaimed or not? And there is no need to say that there are some experts and professors here, just to defend themselves. The more the times develop, the less vulgar their interests and hobbies are, for their own reputation. My revival of traditional culture is to expand the foundation of the audience and have the soil to take root, so that we can talk about the future."

Meng Chang looked at the stage and under the stage, and there were groups of tourists. Anyone with cameras hung up, there were no one who didn’t take photos on the stage. For a moment, this place did not look like an open day in a tourist area, but a venue for a small performance.

"I know nothing about what you said, but judging from the current situation, the effect is still pretty good." Meng Chang nodded: "By the way, have you considered that you can do it again in other places according to this pattern?"

Meng Chang looked mysterious and mysterious, as if Jiang Taigong was a fishing lover, but Yang Yi knew that he was trying to get investment in different ways - another ancient town not far from the stream, but also in his jurisdiction.

"This, I can only say one thing, I am powerless." Yang Yi was also extremely entangled. According to Meng Chang's meaning, he obviously brought the cake to Yang Yi Culture and told him to "eat, please eat it." But the problem is that the cake only has one embryo, and they also need to bake it by themselves, plaster it by themselves, and then sprinkle with fruit chocolate mousse powder and so on.

But he didn't have much extra energy.

When Meng Chang understood Yang Yi's tactful expression, he nodded, "That guy Rogo has mentioned to me several times, saying that your stall is too big and you can't take care of some places at all. In the past, he and I often could get together together, but in the past six months, I didn't even have time to meet. He was busier than me."

Seeing Yang Yi laughing embarrassedly, Meng Chang also grinned: "I know I'm talking about you. Brother Luo is embarrassed to complain to you, saying that you have to mix everything with a hammer and a stick. Of course, it seems that they are all very promising investments, but when they are all squeezed together, no matter whether it is capital or energy, they will definitely not be able to take care of them."

Yang Yi could only laugh twice, but he cursed the fat man in his heart. It was really unconventional to come to others to pretend to be resentful when he had nothing to do.

"Let's do this, Brother Meng, we really don't have the energy anymore. Xizhi has just started. The idea of ​​bringing residents into the shared system and getting rich together will take time to verify the final result. However, if Brother Meng is interested in our model, you can copy it as much as possible."

Yang Yi's expression was sincere, and he did plan so. It was not that he was really powerless or could not eat this cake, but that he really took over the development rights of another ancient town. Then he would not invest so much energy and funds like repairing and maintaining the stream.

In this way, the foreseeable medium-term income between the two places with similar tourism resources will be quite different. When the difference appears, people will inevitably make a lot of noise.

Perhaps I thought this was a way, Meng Chang thought about it and nodded: "Okay, it's a way to get back from the scriptures and explore it yourself. Then, let's go for a walk and see if the tourists recognize the specialty shops and various services in your town."

Meng Chang said this, not only the people from the district committee and government, but also those old men were all itchy. After Xizhi became a tourist area, whether the profits could be made and whether the profits could reach the expected level. Although it is not possible to assert that it is still possible to see the whole leopard, they can’t wait to inspect it after a glimpse.

A group of people quietly left the stage where they were still hilarious. The team of more than 20 people is naturally extremely conspicuous in normal times. However, there are many tourists today, and you can often see the group of tourists from the Magic City Jinling, or even from Xuzhou to Xiamen in the north. The groups are also in the size of twenty or thirty people. Yang Yi and the others are mixed together, so it is not so dazzling.

"Oh, mom, come and see here." The first bamboo art woven store at the entrance of Caizhen was surrounded by people. The small flag of the tour guide clearly stated the words Jinan. It seems that the people of Quancheng are very interested in the scenery of Jiangnan. A little girl grabbed the twelve zodiac signs of bamboo roots with her left hand, and pointed to a set of tea sets of chunfang water wheels with her right hand, shouting.

Some of the other tourists in the tour group were excited to look at the bamboo carved bamboo flute tea tray and tea cups, while others focused on practical household items, such as small bamboo chairs with complex patterns, finely woven bamboo baskets, etc., and asked about the price.

Originally, the secretary behind Meng Chang planned to go over and talk to the boss and ask how he earned in the morning, whether he saw more and bought less, or whether his business was indeed booming. But when he looked at the crowded store, he wisely gave up this plan.

Meng Chang waved his hand: "Forget it, don't ask anymore. It's normal for northerners to go south and feel happy when they see these things. Moreover, these things are not priced at high prices. Those who can come here to play also want to have one or two small items."

After saying that, he looked at Yang Yi, as if he wanted to hear his opinion, but the child ignored him and walked into the ancient town, which was even more calmer than him.

There was only a group of old men following behind, looking at each other and looking at you. One of them had a red face, while the others were both happy and envious. The reason was simple, but this bamboo art store was jointly opened by his two sons. In the bamboo forest in the west of the town, the two also opened a processing factory, which was a one-stop production and sales.

The lively scene of the old man's children's shop naturally stimulated others, and many people urged him impatiently: "Okay, okay, follow up quickly. Secretary Meng has gone far away. When should you be happy? When you go back tonight, you have to count the money slowly."

Five companies in a row are all specialty products operators. Except for the four treasures of the study, the business seems to be worse, the others are full of customers. Especially in a local specialty store that sells Jiangnan mountain delicacies, there is almost no room for intervening.

"This, it seems that the people are more interested in daily necessities. Why is this traditional stationery store so deserted?" Meng Chang shook his head with some emotion, and then asked curiously: "How many such stores are there now that have been planned?"

Yang thought of it and immediately gave the answer: "Two companies, the other one is next to the old academy opposite. But Brother Meng, don't look down on this store. What I say now is empty talk. When it comes to paying taxes, you will know if this store is in trouble."

"Then why do you only arrange two Wenmo stores?" Meng Chang asked with a gloomy smile.

Yang Yixin thought that you, a former district government leader who had been in charge of economic power, deliberately asked such questions, which was really meaningless. But no matter how you think about it, it was hard to say this. At this time, someone happened to go to a family inn next to him. Yang Yi took the opportunity to invite him: "Do you want to go and see our town hotel, Brother Meng?"

Meng Chang shook his head and smiled, and did not bother with him, so he walked into the family hotel first.

When a group of people entered, they were shocked by the boss and quickly explained: "I'm sorry, we only have 3 beds left here, if..."

Then before he finished speaking, he saw Yang Yi following him and a group of tribesmen in his ancient town. He suddenly became confused. However, his head did not react, but his mouth was not satisfied at all. He hurriedly went up to him: "It turns out that the leaders came to inspect. It's really rude. I'll make tea for you."

"No, Uncle Yinghong, just take us to see the room. Don't have tea. I just drank it, but my stomach was still shaking. I quickly stopped the owner's attentiveness. A person from a clan, either uncle or uncle, could not tell what to call him, so he called him uncle in a hurry.

"How can that be done? Even if the leader is not here, you are just Xiaoyi, you will still have to serve tea. How can you neglect you?" The boss looked at the old people in the clan, but he still spoke in a big mouth: "Only Uncle Tianying and the others are here, I can't be too busy to serve tea for them, but when you are like Xiaoyi, you have to express your feelings."

How could he not express his feelings? In the morning, there were ten rooms in two rooms and a six-person bed, but now there are only three single rooms left. How could he be unhappy? In just half a day, there were four or five hundred yuan more in his purse, which was an income that he never dared to imagine before.

So for Yang Yi who brought all this, of course he wanted to worship him like a boy who gave money, not to mention that these business owners also signed a contract with Yang Yi Culture and had to obey the arrangements and dispatches of the business projects in a unified manner.

As long as you get closer to this child, when you readjust the business project in half a year, won’t it be easy to maintain the family hotel? There is no operating cost. At most, it will cost a little manpower to clean the room and change the beds frequently.

But no one knew that he was not thinking so alone. Whether it was a family hotel or a specialty store, Xizhi people were immersed in an unprecedented tide of wealth, excited and unstoppable. Almost everyone was trying to keep doing business, and no one wanted to change at all.

It was their first time to discover that money was so easy to make.

I insisted on taking the tea. After watching the group of people for a while, the hotel owner led everyone upstairs. Although he was a little too enthusiastic and had a little bit of chatter, the thanks to Yang Yi in his words were really true.

"Here, this is an ordinary single room, with four rooms in total. However, the guests who came here today are all from one family, so these single rooms are still empty. I was still thinking about whether to change these single rooms and make them into smaller double rooms, anyway, there are places."

When Yang heard this, he waved his hands and comforted him: "Don't worry, Uncle Yinghong, don't change your single room, don't look at the fact that you are staying in the family now. However, during some off-seasons, there are many single backpackers, and these people either don't live there or they may be ten days and half a month after they stay, so the single room is also a very important income."

After hearing what Yang Yi said, the boss was a bachelor. After a sudden realization, he said "Okay, since it was said, I will definitely not listen to my nephew's words, and there will be no mistakes."

Meng Chang didn't talk much. Yang Yi had too many different places than teenagers of the same age. If there were one or two places, he might be surprised, but now he was too lazy to be surprised, which would be wasted. Anyway, he had seen too many surprises, so it would be no longer a surprise.

In fact, all his attention was placed in the room. The bed was made of bamboo beds produced in his own town. The ones were made of bamboo and logs, and they were old things, but they were clean. The sheets and quilts covered on the bed were as white as snow, but they were not purchased in batches in small markets, but were also produced in the town.

"Wow, silk material? You are willing to bear it." Meng Chang tsk his mouth, leaned down halfway, and twisted it on the quilt: "Wouldn't you worry about this kind of excellent household material when used in a hotel? The cost, and if the customer accidentally broke it?"

"This is also a unified arrangement of the company, saying that it is comfortable to use silk in summer. Besides, the contract also said that if you lose money due to cost issues, the company will be responsible for compensation." The boss smiled and explained to Yang Yi. Now this situation seems that you may be worried about losses? This thin quilt is sold at a high price outside, but the price in the place of origin is not unattainable, and it can be used by ordinary operators. Moreover, these things are not disposable items. As long as you change it diligently, you don't have to take the issue of loss and depreciation too seriously.

Meng Chang nodded and turned to Yang Yi: "That's right. Even these retail investors who operate jointly have company awareness and collective awareness. I think your model is very good."

Yang Yi nodded repeatedly, thinking about the town's maintenance costs and the loan of more than 30 million yuan would be even better if you could make the decision to waive it.

I have seen shopping and accommodation places, so the rest is naturally food, which is the largest income for each tourist site. So when Yang Yi arranged the farm restaurant in Jiangnan, he also went to great lengths. He even tried the main craftsmanship one by one, and finally finalized the list of more than ten.

These more than a dozen families have attracted the most exquisite craftsmanship among more than 800 families. Although they are not chefs and have no experience in doing restaurant business, they are not inferior to those hotel masters.

"This, you don't need to go to see the restaurants in the town. It's time to have dinner right away, and there is a banquet in the ancestral hall..." Yang Tianying saw Meng Chang's enthusiasm getting higher and higher, so he quickly found a time to dissuade him, for fear that the secretary would be happy, so he left everyone else and started to move into a small shop.

"Yes, yes, Secretary, you see, the old men have been with you for a whole morning. Should you take a break for a while? Even if you want to get the scriptures, don't you still have time in the afternoon? Let's talk about whether to contact the Zong Lao from another town first and let them come over and see it and witness it with your own eyes."

Meng Chang was extremely happy during the morning visit. After all, it was a place under his rule. This time, the thousand-year-old ancient town was revitalized again. Whether it was economic or due to the reputation of the official, this was a very dazzling achievement.
Chapter completed!