Cultivate a male god: After listening to persuasion, I became a top-notch

Chapter 189 Sorry, We Still Didn't Keep It! (Ask for a monthly pass!)
"Are you ready?"

"No, Brother Zhi, wait a minute!"

"Hurry up!"

"Okay, okay, we're doing it, we're doing it!"

Standing in the corridor of the hotel, he knocked on the door of the opposite room, and when he heard the giggling voices of the villains inside, Li Youzhi looked at his watch.

It's already six o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, the summer festival evening performance should start immediately.

Just when Li Youzhi was standing in the corridor complaining about a group of rebellious people, the cell phone in his pocket rang again.

Seeing that it was Jinling's local phone number again, Li Youzhi hesitated for a while and connected.

"Brother, what are you doing~?!"

As soon as the phone was connected, Tian Qing's sad and indignant voice entered Li Youzhi's ears.

"If you have any opinions, you can ask us! You are doing these things on the Internet, and the comment area of ​​our official cultural tourism account has been maxed out. The pressure of public opinion is too great!"

Hearing Tian Qing's sad and indignant complaints on the other end of the phone, Li Youzhi silently opened the Shaking Hand app, and clicked into the comment section of Jinling Cultural Tourism.

Indeed, as Tian Qing said, at this time, the comment area of ​​Jinling Cultural Tourism's latest work has been brushed more than 3 floors!
"Report the Jinling Summer Festival with a real name to sell dog meat! The event advertises pure Japanese style, but after I went there, I didn't see any mushroom eggs at all!"

"Zhaochacha! Isn't this deceiving consumers? We all know; what is pure Japanese style without mushroom clouds?! Geneva, refund your money!"

"Damn summer festival, I came here full of expectations, but after looking at the street for a long time, I didn't see the mushroom cloud, a group of disappointed people! The Japanese consulate can't do it either, what a fucking certification! Liar!"

"If you can't do it, don't do it! It's Japanese style to have a group of small cosplayers wear kimonos and dance Awa dance? You guys should arrange another nuclear explosion show!"

Li Youzhi raised his brows as he watched the crazy ridicule of a group of sand sculptors in the comment area of ​​Jinling Cultural Tourism.

This group of hateful fun people is simply too much!
How can you treat the official title of Jinling Cultural Tourism like this?
Just rushed to more than 3 floors, the rest of the fun people are not good at it!
Smiling, Li Youzhi raised the phone to his ear again.

"Director Tian, ​​I don't think I can be blamed for this matter. I just came here to film a scene at the Summer Festival. In order to match the atmosphere of the Jinling Summer Festival, I even acted as a devil. What else do you want from me? It’s their job for the netizens to make a fuss, you can talk to them! I can’t control their behavior...they even scold me sometimes!”

After ruthlessly disregarding his relationship with Leziren, Li Youzhi eased his tone;

"However, after I took a look, I feel that the reason why netizens are so angry; the opinions mainly focus on selling dog meat at the summer festival to deceive tourists and consumers. You don't want to be complained by netizens, but it's actually easy to handle. Either Fry him a whole mushroom egg on the spot, or you just stop this activity!"

Li Youzhi's sense of sarcasm was immediately full, and the serious overflow of yin and yang strange energy directly broke Tian Qing's defense.

You bastard!

If I had the ability to put an entire atomic bomb, I'd put it in your mouth first—it's too bad!
(;Д`)!

After holding back for a long time, Tian Qing on the other side of the phone said with tears:
"Brother, I know that it's really inappropriate for this summer festival to be held in Jinling, but this matter is not up to our publicity department to decide! You're trying to persuade your fans to let us go, and I'll go talk to my superiors and relevant officials immediately. Department coordination, do you think it’s okay to handle it this way?”

Hearing Tian Qing's crying voice, Li Youzhi's eyes froze.

"The Hefeng Summer Festival has a total of seven days at Jinling Station. Today is the first day. When will you be able to coordinate?"

"Brother... I promise to do my best to coordinate!"

Tian Qing's reply made Li Youzhi laugh again.

Not to mention the recruitment of specific salary standards, the promise of not giving a specific deadline, the ambiguity of the uncertain relationship...all of them are hooligans!
If you play this game with Brother Zhi, do you think Brother Zhi will agree?
Thinking of this, Li Youzhi smiled lightly and said:
"Director Tian has worked hard. If you say so, I must support Jinling Cultural Tourism's promotional work. Originally, I planned to return to Rongcheng after filming the film. This is good... I will bring my classmates to hold a cosplay show, Do a good job of restoring Jinling's image!"

He had just been scolded at noon, and the bloody lesson was in front of him. Tian Qing could no longer believe Li Youzhi's criticism.

Hearing Li Youzhi said that he would hold a cosplay show, the other side of the phone fell silent again.

After a long time, his bitter and resentful voice came again.

"A cos devil?"

"No, this time it's absolutely positive! Director Tian, ​​don't worry, I, Li Youzhi, swear to God; this cosplay show will be even more exciting than the one in Chang'an!"

Under Li Youzhi's serious and serious oath, Tian Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then thank you little brother, but we still send a few people to cooperate with you..."

beep……

Before Tian Qing could finish speaking, Li Youzhi hung up the phone directly.

At the same time, the door of the room where Liu Meng and Zhou Yuan were staying was wide open.

"Brother Zhi, we're done!"

Putting the mobile phone into the pocket of his clothes, he turned his head to look at the image of a group of rebels, and Li Youzhi nodded in satisfaction.

Carefully reorganizing the images for the group of rebellious sons, he waved his hand and led everyone to the elevator.

Ding.

As the elevator door opened, the couple who were silently grabbing each other opened their mouths wide.

Seeing Li Youzhi and the others who filed into the elevator, the boy grunted his Adam's apple, and silently buttoned his shirt collar.

Then, respectfully, he pressed the door close button of the elevator.

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35:[-],

Fenghuai Pedestrian Street is already overcrowded.

It was too hot during the day, and there were no performances at the Zefeng Summer Festival, so there were not many people.

But at night, as the night wind blows away the sweltering heat, various Japanese-style performances at the summer festival site begin, and tourists who have seen the promotion have already come up.

But at the summer festival, the atmosphere seemed a little weird.

Looking at the tourists who were attracted by the atmosphere of the summer festival, and seeing the young men and women in kimonos talking and laughing while holding ice cream and octopus balls, some Jinling people passing by frowned.

This event was not publicized locally, and the surrounding people didn't even notice when the pedestrian street was decorated like this.

"What are you doing? Isn't this a pedestrian street?"

"What's going on here, when did the pedestrian street turn into a Japanese street?"

"I remember that there are only a few Japanese food stores on this street. Why didn't one of them pay attention, and the whole street has become this style? There are so many people?"

Seeing the pedestrian street with all kinds of Japanese folk decorations hanging there, many local residents feel their hearts churn.

Beside the street, an old man riding an electric scooter raised his hand when he saw a few girls in kimono walking towards him.

"Hey little girl, why are you strolling around in this ghostly clothes? This is Jinling!"

"What's the problem? What age is it? Girls are free to dress!"

"That's right, what's the matter with Jinling? What's the age now, it's just a normal cultural exchange, no fuss."

Facing the old man's questioning, a few girls carrying Japanese snacks snickered and said a few words, then walked into the summer festival with clattering wooden clogs.

Looking at the girls in kimonos with cherry blossoms on their heads, walking in small steps, talking, laughing and taking pictures, the old man clenched his fists.

Beside him, a group of young people who had just got off work and stood at the intersection waiting for the traffic lights also frowned.

It was at this time that a group of "weird" people suddenly walked up to the traffic light

Their ragged, grass-gray military uniforms, full of holes and cuts, were covered with dust and sludge.

Some of them were barefoot, some wore worn-out straw sandals, and looked like beggars.Some are wearing armed belts, the German-style helmets on their heads are full of bullet holes, and the sleeves of the military uniforms are rolled up high, but they can't see the mighty soldiers should have.

They were walking wearily and feebly. Their seemingly young faces were stained with black plasma and stains. Sweat mixed with blood slid down their faces, like streams of dirty water. Xi's skin was washed out with gullies.

In their hands, they carried broken rifles, big knives with missing tassels, and flags covered with bullet holes and stained with gunpowder dust.

The flag, which seemed to have been scorched by a raging fire, was incomplete, and the original color could not even be seen.

Seeing this group of people suddenly appearing at the intersection, all the pedestrians on the street were stunned.

The green light for pedestrians was on, but everyone on the street remained motionless as if petrified.Even the vehicles on the road seem to have lost power.

In the eerie silence of this busy city, the person walking at the front of the ghost team that seemed to crawl out of the ground stopped.

Holding the worn-out medium-sized rifle, he looked left and right.

"My fellow, please ask me, where is this...?"

Listening to his hoarse voice full of doubts, looking at his chapped lips, and even the frightening face that attracted flies, the old man's lips twitched while riding on the electric scooter.

"This is... Jinling."

The man's eyes became confused. He raised his head and looked at the summer festival in front of him. He looked at the men wearing clogs, bathing suits and white scarves around their heads. He looked at the men in kimonos carrying octopus balls. , a woman with cherry blossoms on her head talking and laughing.

His blood-stained cheeks and cracked lips trembled.

Silently, he poked the rifle to the ground.Then, he knelt down slowly.

"Jinling... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"We...we still didn't hold it after all!"

A mournful and guilty howl pierced the night sky.

Seeing the "ghosts" kneeling on the ground one by one, the passers-by at the street only felt that a sledgehammer that was invisible but weighed like a thousand catties had hit their hearts!
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