My Abandoned Oil Town Became a New Frontier.

Chapter 173 What I’m worried about is your wedding

“With the style of Binghu Village, the Caotai team will not be as good as those of the big groups, but there is definitely a gap compared to those big groups.”

Someone replied casually and then said,

“But everyone should be satisfied. We have not had an opera in Asai County for many years. It would be great to have one now. And since it is the Binghu Village Theater Troupe, it should be performed frequently in the future.”

 “That’s true, how about charging money?”

The uncle nodded in agreement and then said.

Now that I think about it, I really miss the days when I used to watch big dramas at night.

Once the theater tickets are bought, the neighbors sit in front of the stage with small stools for most of the day. After the night show is over, they eat some snacks and finally go home.

 After so many years, various images still flash through my mind from time to time.

 “Who is asking the audience to pay for their opera nowadays?”

 A middle-aged man next to him immediately took over the conversation.

“But if we don’t charge money, how can the Binghu Village Theater Company support itself? Don’t let it close like the county theater group again.”

Once you hear it,

 A trace of worry flashed across the uncle's face.

Jiuge City, except for the urban area, has several counties under its jurisdiction that are vast and sparsely populated. The village's economy basically depends on working outside, and there is no money to spend money to play like some villages in the central region.

 This is also the reason why the Asai County Theater Troupe could not survive back then.

“I don’t know about this. Anyway, let’s watch this first before talking about it.”

 After a moment of silence, someone said something.

 When one person speaks, others speak in agreement.

"That is, no one can predict what will happen next. You can only watch it one by one."

"All right"

The uncle sighed, then silently walked to the side and dialed a number using the senior phone.

“Hey, drag your mother to Binghu Village the day after tomorrow.”

The uncle said.

"Ah? Why did you drag my mother to Binghu Village? My mother is not ill."

 The next moment, a man's voice came from the phone.

“It’s not about seeing a doctor. There’s going to be an opera in Binghu Village the day after tomorrow. I want your mother to come and see it too.”

The uncle said.

 “Singing opera? Real or fake?”

　　There was a hint of surprise and surprise in the voice on the phone.

Although watching a play in a theater is a fond memory for adults and aunts, it is also a childhood memory for some middle-aged men.

 I couldn’t understand it when I was young, but as I got older I still couldn’t understand it, but I liked the tune more and more.

“Really, the drama reports are out.”

“Okay, I’ll tell my mother and take the kids with me! Let them see the drama in the countryside.”

 Soon there was a voice on the phone again.

 The call from the uncle to his son was not an isolated case. As time went by, it began to be performed at the entrance of the village health room and the entrance of the beef noodle restaurant.

That’s not all,

 The response from the street vendor area was greater than that from the village clinic.

After a period of word-of-mouth publicity, all fifty stalls in the stall area have now been rented out, including the two-story color steel buildings surrounding the stall area.

 “Really want to sing?”

 A boss who sells sugar-roasted chestnuts rubbed his hands in excitement after hearing this.

As a stall owner with more than ten years of experience in setting up stalls, he naturally knows what singing a big opera means in rural areas.

If the daily turnover is two to three thousand in normal times, it can at least be doubled several times during the singing period.

"real!"

 “How many days?”

 After confirmation, the boss will ask again in excitement.

 “It seems like just one day at the moment.”

 An insider replied.

 “It’s only one day. Why not do it for a few more days?”

 The boss suddenly felt a little disappointed.

“Because there is team building at Bonfire Square the day after the opera is over, we can only do it for one day.”

“That’s right. It would be great if we could do it for a week straight.”

 Hearing the reason, the boss sighed.

 Binghu Village still mainly serves team building or foreign tourists. To put it bluntly, the Binghu Village Clinic serves the villagers of Binghu Village, and other local people just follow suit.

 They have no reason to ask Ice Lake Cultural Tourism to do something different.

“It’s better than nothing. There has been no opera singing in Asai County for many years, and there are probably quite a few people there on this day! Especially those old men and women.”

Next to him, an oden seller took over the conversation.

“That’s true, let me prepare some goods in advance!”

 The fried chestnut boss nodded.

 “Lao Wang, don’t rush to stock up now, first post on WeChat Moments or make a short video to promote it.”

 At this time, a sausage seller said something.

 “Send to Moments?”

 The chestnut-fried boss was stunned for a moment and then suddenly realized,

“Look at my brain, how could I have forgotten this? This must be publicized. The more people who come to Binghu Village the day after tomorrow, the better.”

"necessary!"

This is true on the outside, and within Ice Lake Cultural Tourism, this drama report also aroused a lot of discussion.

Binghu Supermarket,

A cashier who was sorting the goods hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but look at the supermarket manager behind the counter, Wang Qian.

“Sister Qian, can I discuss something with you?” the cashier said.

 “What’s wrong? Say it!”

Upon hearing this, Wang Qian immediately put down her work.

“Sister Qian, I want my mother to come to Binghu Village the day after tomorrow. She may not be able to come back at night! Can you squeeze in with me in our dormitory?”

The cashier looked at Wang Qian with some embarrassment.

They came to Binghu Village relatively early and lived in a double dormitory!

 The cashier and Wang Qian happened to be in the same dormitory.

 “The day after tomorrow? Do you want to bring your mother over to watch the show?”

Wang Qian suddenly thought of something and said immediately.

“Well! My old lady hasn’t seen a play in real life for several years, and she talks about it a lot, so I thought I’d take this opportunity to watch it again.

 But you know our accommodation in Binghu Village is not as good as ordinary hotels.”

 The cashier sighed.

“What did I think it was? It must be fine! But now that you say that, I wonder if we should also take over our old lady’s care. She also knows how to feed chickens and cows at home every day.”

Wang Qian nodded and said again.

 “That’s good, the two old ladies can still chat when they come.”

 The cashier was delighted.

 “Okay, then it’s settled!”

"Um!"

Time flies and it’s night in a blink of an eye.

In the past, when information was not very developed, it might take a long time to spread a piece of information, but in today's Internet age, it only takes a few hours to make a person popular, let alone spread a local piece of information.

 Especially since they are all locals!

  Family groups, relative groups, village groups, etc. have been reported everywhere in the Binghu Village drama.

For example, "If you want to go to Binghu Village to watch a movie the day after tomorrow, do you have a ride? Two people can pay for it!" "If your second uncle is going to Binghu Village the day after tomorrow, bring my grandma with you." "I'm going to Binghu Village the day after tomorrow. There are still three days left to go back and forth on the same day. Various messages such as "Sit down" came one after another.

Even the elderly in the county are starting to take action.

It seems that the trial show in Binghu Village has been regarded as a grand event!

to this end,

The tickets for the special bus line to Binghu Village the day after tomorrow have all been booked in advance, and even the phone number at the campground reception desk was almost full.

 The difference from last time is that

The calls I made today were all about asking whether the general hotel was open, how many days the Binghu Village show would last, and other such information.

 At this time, Yiyuan, Xu Xing’s room,

Xue Yutian looked at Xu Xing with some embarrassment.

“Xiao Xu, I didn’t expect that just posting a preview of a play would cause such a big stir. I guess there will be a lot of people in Binghu Village the day after tomorrow.”

 Opposite the tea table, Zhong Ruofei, Liu Ming and others were there.

“Brother Xue, this is a good thing. What are you worried about?”

Seeing Xue Yutian's expression, Xu Xing couldn't help but laugh.

“Good thing? But our Binghu Village’s reception capacity is limited, and it’s getting colder now. I’m worried if there are too many people.”

Xue Yutian said.

"That's it, Lao Xue! This is really a good thing for our Binghu Village. If we come here two more times, we can hope to pay off all the debts before New Year's Day."

 Across from him, Zhong Ruofei also smiled.

Now there are more and more ways to make money in Binghu Village, and almost all businesses will grow explosively.

 Let’s not talk about anything else,

Business at gas stations will definitely hit a new high on this day.

 The most important thing is that the customized bags sold for 5 million, plus the accumulated income from Guanque Tower, Yiyuan and team building activities in the past month, plus the reduction of project expenses! Now the funds that can be mobilized by Binghu Village Cultural Tourism have exceeded 20 million.

 There is only over 10 million left from the 38 million arrears.

 As expected, the property rights certificate will be retrieved from the Su Provincial Notary Office next month.

by that time,

 The development of Ice Lake Cultural Tourism will usher in a new stage.

“These people don’t have to worry about coming here to eat now. After all, all the fifty stalls in the vendor area have been rented out. What about the people living there?”

Xue Yutian couldn't help but say again.

If you remember correctly, the last private-enterprise linkage that Jiuge Petrochemical did was also because he asked two old buddies to help, which ultimately triggered the explosion.

 At that time, the whole village was extremely passive, and there was a huge traffic jam on National Highway 215.

 How could he feel satisfied that it happened again this time?

“You don’t have to worry too much about accommodation! Watching a theater is different from waiting in line to get a number to see patients. Many people will go back in the evening.

 As long as we build a large parking lot at the end of the village in advance these two days to guide traffic flow and avoid traffic jams.

In addition, we need to prepare our employees in advance. Now there are two purchasing trucks running back and forth to Jiuge City every day. Can't we still supply this event? "

Xu Xing picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

“Is this okay? But our village is 150 kilometers away from the county seat. If we go back at night,”

Xue Yutian's expression became slightly more natural.

"Sure, no problem! I'll call the Nanjie Office tomorrow to ask how the progress is at the police office? Should we say it or not, this must be done."

Xu Xingxing again.

Binghu Village is 150 kilometers away from the county seat, but some villages are not in the county seat, so it won’t take that long to get back.

"All right!"

At this point, Xue Yutian felt a little more at ease.

“Old Xue, to be honest, I’m not worried at all about the drama. What I’m worried about now is your wedding.”

opposite,

Seeing Xue Yutian's expression, Zhong Ruofei laughed.

 (End of this chapter)