Reborn Cultural Empire

158. The Big Painted Cake and the Little Girl

Rogo's exhortation is very reasonable, and it is also his experience in the society for so many years.

The two questions mentioned by Mr. Fat, each of which hit Yang Yi's shortcomings

First, without manpower, it is impossible to build the framework of this tourism development company.Things always need to be done by people. If you can't find the right people, how can you solve the many problems you will face next?When a company is first established, this demand for talents is particularly important.

What Rogo said is that the stalls are too spread out, and it points out the problems that Siyue and Yangyi Culture are facing now. It is an important time to secure customers and seize the market.There are also the cooperation with Bertelsmann, the cooperation with Germination Magazine, and the formulation of the strategy under the banyan tree, all of which require a lot of effort to solve.

In addition to these, there are also some trivial matters that belong to Yang Yi, such as seizing the comic resources of the island country, and some popular animations, which Yang Yi has only heard of.

In addition, there is also a search for domestic bestsellers that are about to emerge, the first batch of online classics known under the banyan tree. Although this platform is now controlled by Yang Yi, the authors who write here are not as cultural as Yang Yi. Or think about signing an agreement.

If someone else's crops grew in his own backyard, who would Yang Yi argue with?

In addition, after the Chinese New Year, I will help my uncle plan to enter the catering industry; there is also an official visit to Ji Tangdan to study with the master...

This is more than too big a stall?It's like pouring a basin of water, it's everywhere, but it's not there.

Looking back at what Rogo said just now, even Yang Yi couldn't help but scratched his head and smiled wryly.

"Rogo, listen to me about the situation here." Yang Yi organized his words, and then briefly introduced the situation in his hometown to Fatty, the old people's attachment to their hometown and old house, and Yang Hailong's place full of money and ambition. ideas, and the vague concept of the big culture industry...

"It's not that I think the wind is the rain. The main reason is that this contradiction is very sharp. Basically, it is foreseeable that Yang Hailong will act after the new year..."

"Hehe, Xiaoyi, the purpose of doing business is to make money, what is it called copper stink? You plan to take this plate, is it for charity?" Now the two are completely grasshoppers on the same boat, and each other Quite familiar, and there are few scruples when speaking.

Hearing Rogo's playful question, Yang Yi was not in a hurry, he just smiled and explained with an "oh": "That Yang Hailong is mainly for making money, his development model should be compared to the model of the white-collar youth brigade— —Occupying land, decorating, publicizing and operating, and then renting out the storefront and sharing the money with the government. In this way, the atmosphere of commercialization is too strong. What's more, when he was developing, he had to pay the price of relocation of many aborigines , just like my uncle, many old people can't accept this way."

"Well, what about you?" Rogo knew that Yang Yi had more to say: "Then how did you plan?"

"Yang Hailong wants to occupy the old street along the river with the best scenery in Xizhi, and it will not involve the relocation of the entire town. He does not have the energy yet. But even so, after the development is completed, the beneficiaries will not be The folks in the town, but himself, and the self-employed owners who leased the storefronts along the river."

When Yang Yi said this, he changed the subject: "What I mean is to focus on the entire ancient town of Xizhi, not to relocate every family, but to make a plan for the entire ancient town, to preserve and restore the original features of the water town as much as possible. As for us here The function inside is only to guide and supervise, such as in terms of sanitation, and the distribution of tourism resources... To give the simplest example, when people come to the town to play, they always have to eat and rest, so those people can make it into a family restaurant , those houses can be turned into family hotels. Folks who know how to make crafts can develop handicraft business, and those who are enthusiastic and social can be arranged as tour guides..."

Rogo gradually became interested, and nodded again and again: "Well, continue, continue."

"There are many things that can be developed in the town. After solving the three major aspects of food, housing and transportation, those who do not have special skills will be assigned to the health team. At the end of the year, everyone can get a dividend of tourism income per head... In short, it is On the basis of excavating resources, try to keep the original taste here. Brother Luo, do you believe me?"

"Believe it or not, I'm almost yours."

"Get out!" Yang Yi was very calm and couldn't help but think of a section in the red building for no reason-this fat man has a natural strangeness, once someone touches him, he feels his muscles and bones go limp, and he is also rumpled. There are so many, it makes people feel like lying on cotton...

Paralyzed 21st century rotten girl!

Yang Yi cursed viciously in his heart, and then returned to his original train of thought: "Brother Luo, listen to me too, this kind of tourism model may not be sufficiently competitive when the current resources have not been widely developed. But after the "commercialization of ancient towns" model has become rotten, our Xizhi, not to mention the only one in China, is definitely a rare original ecological boutique tourist spot! At that time, it is estimated that this town alone will be able to Let you count the money until you are soft."

Luo Ge was still thinking carefully about what Yang Yi said earlier, but when he heard the last sentence, "Counting the money until the hands are soft", he immediately lost his composure.

I only heard Mr. Luo gritted his teeth and burst out a sentence: "Xiaoyi, tell me, if we do this, how much will we invest now? When will there be returns, and how big will it be then? return?"

The three questions all point to the core - the question of money.

Yang Yi couldn't help but sighed helplessly: "Brother Luo, I didn't do market analysis, and I didn't do risk assessment. How can I say anything accurate about these things? But what can be guaranteed is that I will definitely be able to make money in the future!"

Just kidding, in the previous life, there was a West Street in Yangshuo, how much money was spent every year from those petty bourgeoisie?As for an ancient city in Lijiang, what is the annual tourism income?

But Xizhi's various resources are better, and its geographical location is more superior. Apart from various natural products, even various cultural resources are rare in the whole country.

Prime Minister's Temple, Wengong Temple, and the superb rice paper called "Snow Langjian" mentioned by Cao Gong in the Stone Records. The west of the town has the largest bamboo village in the country, and the south is the blue water chestnut that touches the sky...

If you can't make money by guarding these things, how low is your IQ?

"you promise?"

"I promise as a Young Pioneer!"

"Turtle son Banban!"

The two discussed for a while, and Luo Geming knew that Yang Yi gave him a big picture, but he was defeated by the shameless adjectives of the reborn, such as the number one town in the country, what is unique, what is full of tourists, what is a natural Cornucopia... At last, she choked with tears and replied, "Stop it, stop it, can I do it? Anyway, it's not the first time you've made me go crazy."

Then he added a sentence that was still unfinished: "Well, since I met you, I always feel that my IQ has plummeted!"

Yang Yi secretly laughed, isn't the so-called halo of mental retardation the innate skill of the reborn?

Now that the two have made up their minds, Rogo naturally wants to come up with a plan. After being silent for a while on the phone, Mr. Fatty slowly revealed his plan: "This matter seems to be a no-brainer in the mall. , In fact, it is still a problem in the officialdom!"

"Brother Luo, please advise!" Yang Yi is very sober now. If it comes to using the advantage of foresight to analyze the general situation at home and abroad, and pretending to be a magic stick, then he is barely qualified, but when it comes to the relationship between people in a certain place At that time, he could only follow Mr. Fatty's advice.

Rogo is not hypocritical over there: "Xizhi is a subordinate unit of Tongjiang District. Ma Zhengfang, the secretary of the District Party Committee, is a rare and wonderful person in the officialdom. He doesn't fight for power very much. Wang Guan's reputation is very good, and he is not labeled with that faction. He is considered a good official. Although the current district chief, Huang Hai, was promoted by Cao Jianguo, how can this person be "mean and unkind", "can Wealth cannot be shared through weal and woe', so there are a lot of people who are dissatisfied with him behind him, so this matter must fall on the head of Deputy District Chief Meng Chang!"

"Heh, Brother Luo, if you don't see each other for three days, you'll be amazed! You're mean and unkind, and you'll make a joke?" Yang Yi smiled and asked back: "Since there are people like Huang Hai blocking the way, why do you need to find a deputy district?" What about the long head?"

Luo Ge didn't care about Yang Yi's teasing, but said leisurely: "Huang Hai is going to retreat soon, and that Meng Chang, his lover is called Jiang Jun."

"Uncle Jiang's..." Yang Yi's tone was mixed with surprise.

"A distant cousin."

Yang Yi couldn't help clenching his fist hard.

"That's it. I'll hang up first. Xiaoyi, you should make a detailed plan for this matter. I will go back to Yuezhou on the seventh day of junior high. Then we will go to District Chief Meng's house together! But you should give Uncle Jiang the say hi."

"Well, Brother Luo, I know, then you are busy."

Unexpectedly, the problem that I had been having a headache for a long time along the way could be solved in a few words at Rogo's place, which made Yang Yi feel lighter.

The reason why I do these things on a temporary basis is not for money considerations, if it is just for money, just copy it hard, that is the most important thing for a reborn person to do.

But just like Yang Yi has always been, those lingering dreams that sound a little ridiculous, try to keep some original and pure Chinese culture, whether it is to save the country with curves, or use it to integrate into the times again, all in all. Do your part and your heart.

Just like the manga editing that has been done, and the current development of the ancient town.In the previous life, I saw a lot of ancient towns like cities that never sleep, full of golden hair ghosts and petty bourgeoisie, almost as if they were copied from the same mold, and there is no "old" atmosphere.

However, the current opportunity seems to allow the Yangyi Culture, which is still a bud, to expand its root system a little wider.

……

"Hi, Hou Yi!"

It was a crisp and tender greeting, but it sounded a little hesitant.

Yang Yi, who was immersed in the bright prospect, didn't look back, he had no feeling for the name anymore.

He didn't wake up until the voice sounded again. It seemed that he was calling himself?

Under the red plum tree three steps away from me, there is actually a childhood playmate, the girl Yang Jian is standing there looking at me, there are many things in her eyes, which is intriguing.

"Uh, it's you, Yang Jian." Yang Yi was a little dazed, as if the person in front of him was the same tomboy who grabbed the hem of his clothes and yelled "Brother Xiaoyi, take me to play" in a nai voice when he was a child. girl.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them were walking together in the old Jiangnan old street in the ancient town. It was windy in April, and the spring was shining brightly. She was running with a red scarf and a big grasshopper in one hand. She was giggling behind. Chase.

Then, there was no more. When Yang Yi was in the fifth grade, his grandmother passed away, and he also went to his mother from the ancient town.Until the end of the first year of junior high school, when I came back again, I heard that the girl had gone out of town with her family.

Three years, whether it is long or short, is enough to constitute a small reason to remember. Yang Yi escaped from his memory, and looked at Yang Jian with a little more love for the past. Missing time: "Long time no see, how is it? By the way, my name is Yang Yi now, the 'one' of one, two, three, four, not Hou Yi."

"Yang Yi?" The short-haired girl chewed the name in her mouth, then smiled: "Oh, yes, I heard that you changed your name a long time ago."

Yang Yi didn't know if it was his own illusion, although the girl in front of him was smiling, but there was no joy in her eyes like before, there was always a bit of alienation.

It's not surprising, seriously, they've been separated for five years, and there's been no contact in the past three years.Children in the growing period are easy to forget, and they will constantly encounter new scenery and new friends.The old kites were either piled up in the corner of the glove box, or the strings had already been broken.

"Why are you here, are you out for a stroll?" Yang Yi suddenly felt that he had nothing to say, this reunion seemed to be more of an accident than a surprise.

On the other hand, Yang Jian who was next to him felt mixed feelings. When she saw Yang Yi just now, she was very hesitant to go up and say hello.Under the impulsiveness and drive in my heart, I still called Yang Yi to stop, but now I feel a little regretful.

Obviously my father said to me, don't have anything to do with this boy again, why would I still do this under some strange circumstances?

"Oh, yes, Dad went out after eating at noon, and my mother is holding the mahjong card basket again."

"Hehe." Yang Yi smiled, this girl was still so outspoken.

On the contrary, Yang Jian found that he seemed to have said the wrong thing again, and was a little annoyed by his state, so he changed the subject with a smile: "After you moved away, many classmates asked me about you. But later I heard that you After graduating from your mother's factory children's primary school, they were admitted to Yuezhou No. [-] Middle School?"

"Ah."

"The third middle school was pretty good before..." After half a sentence, Yang Jian didn't know what to say next.

Although he really wanted not to lose ground in front of his former playmates, especially after learning about Yang Yi's current situation from his father, Yang Jian's mood has always been very complicated.

miss?mercy?Disdain?Annoyed at the shame that Baba followed him before?Probably both.

Speaking of psychological maturity, Yang Jian will not be inferior to Yang Yi's classmates who are the children of government cadres in the first high school, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is comparable to some young people who have already stepped into the society.

After all, the family has been running around with her father in the past few years, and what she has seen is far from every day school-comparable to the students in the two points and one line of the family, who have already begun to have the sophistication of adults.

So now when they met by chance, because of a momentary loss of grounds, they wanted to show their sense of superiority in front of Yang Yi, so they said things like "the third middle school was also very good before".

"It will get better in the future." Yang Yi smiled, after all, it was the school he had stayed in for three years, and it would be a lie to say that he had no feelings.And now that Xue Haiqing is in charge of No. [-] Middle School, under the management of the old man, it shouldn't be a big problem for No. [-] Middle School to return to the ranks of key cities.

But for Yang Jian, Yang Yi's words were not very peaceful, he vaguely challenged him, like two children who refused to accept the other's fighting spirit.

In what he said just now, it implied that the third middle school is not good now, but he just said that it will get better in the future, for the sake of that ridiculous face?