Speaking of which, there may be some institutional reasons, but Yang Yi did not intend to entangle in this. He was not reborn and conquered the officialdom. He could do what he could do: "Secretary General Qin, don't think I'm worried about it. After all, some cultural heritage in China is different from the natural landscape. The Yellow River is turbid and broken. We can also control soil erosion and make the mother river clear again; Guilin's landscape is no longer beautiful, we can also limit the number of tourists and maintain and repair the scenic spots, so that

The mountains and rivers are beautiful again. But if it is replaced by something like Xizhi Zhouzhuang, which has a historical mark, once it is artificially damaged, it will never be able to recover. Of course, it is too early to say this now, but I can guarantee that development and protection are not contradictory, and that investment is large, and you can make money on consumers who come to travel. And if we choose Yangyi Tourism as a developer, we can also make appropriate concessions... There are many ideas for making money, killing chickens and getting eggs is the most undesirable way."

"Haha, it makes sense. OK, let's not talk about these in detail for now. Look, are there anything else to say?" Qin Zhiyuan waved his hand very angrily, and temporarily put the controversy down.

"We have finished talking about tourism, but this is Duli's big industry, and there are many things to dig deep. You can consider it afterwards. In addition, it is the food, clothing, housing and transportation that we ordinary people cannot do without." After saying that Yang Yi traveled, Yang Yi took out the third piece of information and put it in front of Qin Zhiyuan: "This is a survey report on the catering industry, which is more than the data in the tourism industry. Do you have any special interest in? If you suggest it, I can point it to you directly. If not, I will introduce it to you roughly."

"You Yangyi Culture is also involved in the catering industry?" Qin Zhiyuan laughed a little. Obviously, in his concept, there seems to be a considerable distance between "eating" and "culture".

"If it is another country, I guess the catering industry must be summarized into the service industry. But in China, I think it can only be placed in the cultural field." Yang Yi made a joke with a relaxed expression.

"Hahahaha, it makes sense. If you say that, I think the catering industry is not a service industry. In the culture of China, it is really not enough to lack food." Qin Zhiyuan also laughed heartily, feeling that the child in front of him was indeed a bit interesting.

"I won't say much about the data report of the catering industry. I believe you have a clear understanding of the benefits of this industry. Let me focus on my layout here. Although Yangyi Diet has not been divided yet, the overall plan is already available. In addition, I have also built a test field in Yuezhou, called the Yang Family Old Store." Speaking of this, Yang Yi touched his nose a little embarrassedly: "Well, of course, compared with those catering tycoons, my small restaurant is indeed not enough, but in terms of food culture, I believe it is not worse than the first-class catering companies in China."

While saying that, Yang opened the second promotional brochure: "This is the current situation of my old Yang family store. They were just captured on the spot last week. Because it was a pilot, many things were not displayed, but they basically showed the style of Jianghu cuisine."

In fact, as a catering industry, the most important thing is the taste of the dishes. If the taste of the food is untasty, even if there are Qi Baishi's shrimps and Xu Beihong's horses hanging in the store, there may not be anyone taking a look at them.

But on the basis of ensuring the taste of the food, the dining environment and service quality of the guests are particularly important. In the picture album given by Yang Yi, the renovated Yang family old store almost reproduces the style of the old restaurant. The counters, screens, screens, carved window lattices, and the thick and simple Eight Immortals table. Everything seems to be like the breath of ancient times. The blue shirt and the blue towel are swaying, and the Zhihu is also swaying to the face.

"Oh, this restaurant is a bit interesting, it has a very ancient style." Qin Zhiyuan's eyes lit up. As a government staff member, people like them seem particularly accomplished when eating and drinking. Their views on a restaurant are far from being worth eating just because they eat well. They pay great attention to a dining environment and style.

"This is just one aspect. Although I am determined to make Yangyi's diet bigger and stronger, I am not planning to create a standardized catering group. Although KFC and McDonald's abroad are particularly advanced, if you want to carry forward Chinese food and even let the world accept it, standardization seems insignificant. For example, in the eight existing cuisines, how about I set up a red restaurant in Jinggangshan in Shaoshan, how about I set up a water pavilion in Dongting Lake on the Yangtze River? Here in the Magic City, I will recreate the Fanlou of the Song Dynasty, and then open a few grass-roots Jianghu restaurants. In short, adapt to local conditions..."

As he was excited, he suddenly saw Meng Chang winking on his side. The young man suddenly woke up and felt embarrassed and embarrassed: "Sorry, Secretary-General Qin, when I talked about the specific planning details, I was a little obsessed with it. These details should not be discussed now, it was too wasteful of your time."

"It doesn't matter. This afternoon is reserved for you. Only by working hard on details can you tell whether you really want to make the cultural industry stronger and bigger." Qin Zhiyuan said that although there is no lack of scenes, from the bottom of his heart, his feelings towards Yang Yi have improved repeatedly. Those who can not talk big but focus on specific details are the ones who really want to do things.

"Then there is another last aspect now, which is the Internet." Yang Yi did not be proud of the other party's praise, but instead kept reminding himself that the person in front of him was a key figure in determining whether Yang Yi Culture could receive policy care, so he must not make similar mistakes again.

"Internet?" Qin Zhiyuan seemed a little surprised, but also asked enthusiastically: "I thought you would talk about Yangyi's publishing next. At least as far as I know, Yangyi Culture's main profit direction is your own publication, right? It includes your bestseller and the comic you planned first?"

"These two are put together. Publishing is certainly the core and root of Yangyi Culture, but if we want to spread the branches and leaves and expand related industries, we are always inseparable from the Internet." Yang Yi replied: "Transferring the focus of corporate layout to the Internet is also one of the reasons why we give up physical bookstores. If it weren't for this reason, we wouldn't have given up Yunzhong Bookstore so easily."

This answer was obviously a bit beyond Qin Zhiyuan's expectations. He raised his body and acted as if he was listening attentively, but in fact, the heart of this executive of the Magic City Government was already running rapidly.

Should I take retreat as a step forward and find a reason for myself to give up Yunzhong Bookstore, or is this little guy’s true thought?

"Actually, to be precise, the most important core of Yangyi Culture's future is the Internet, and the second is the comics based on the promotion of Chinese traditional culture..."

...

Just as Yang Yi was rushing for the migration of Yang Yi culture, Yuezhou, which is not far from the demon, is one of the most important cores of Yang Yi culture's future, Su Wanzhengyi stared at the afternoon scenery by the window.

Even though life is different from those miserable days before, the girl still has not made her facial expression richer because of these changes. Especially in the days when the storm and rain are coming, all the rumors and gossip around her are all involved in Yang Yi culture. Although in fact, these people may not even know what Yang Yi culture looks like, this does not prevent them from glancing at this side inadvertently when they are enjoying the cold after dinner.

Just like this afternoon, the vigorous sunshine shone on the bluestone alley, and the wind outside was very soft, and the bellflowers and gardenias on the windowsill were rustling. Then it passed through the tips of her hair and turned naughtyly in the room. The sunlight reflected from the gaps in the curtains and fell on Su Wanling's beautiful nose bridge and extremely beautiful side face.

If Yang Yi was here, the boy would definitely talk about comics in a fake way, and then he would look ahead as he spoke, because there was something undoubtedly very beautiful inside the neckline of the girl's shirt, which was worth fighting.

But now there is no Yang Yi, only the small ditches and water alley behind the house. The air is filled with the light and cool air of water plants, and it becomes a little faintly amid the cicadas.

In this breath that was obviously extremely noisy but unexpectedly relieved, a strange voice suddenly sounded: "Hello aunt, does Su Wan live here?"

The girl subconsciously frowned because she had heard that this was not the voice of anyone she knew. She wanted to poke her head out of the window and look, but because of the plants on the windowsill, she could only see a short and neat short hair. Then her mother's Wu Yue soft words responded: "Are you... Wanwan's classmate?"
Chapter completed!