"The second item."
Yuan Qing pondered for a moment before speaking loudly.
"According to what I know, Lu Ze has already written promotional poems for the three provinces!”
"At this step, some provinces are already ahead of us!”
"I reckon that in the next day or two, they will come up with a full set of publicity plans to vigorously promote it.”
"Therefore, in terms of publicity, we have to get ahead of them!”
"Therefore, you have to personally take the lead for the second matter.”
"First of all, invite at least five heavyweight media outlets to rush to the scene and wait for the publicity!”
"Secondly, recall all the celebrities in the Southern Province as soon as possible to boost our momentum!”
"Finally!"
He paused and looked at Shen Cheng seriously.
"We have to show our sincerity and make him interested in writing an essay for the Southern Province.”
"You must know that the other provinces have offered extremely generous conditions.”
"This kid is a person who won't release an eagle until he sees a rabbit!”
"I have to cater to his preferences!"
A high-pitched voice sounded.
Shen Cheng, who had worked in the Southern Province for so many years and was ranked fourth in the sequence.
This was the first time he had seen this high-and-mighty leader so concerned about something.
After looking at him strangely, he still asked a question that he should not have asked.
"Leader. Wasn't it a little too exaggerated to make such a big scene?”
"Our group of people personally came out to invite you to a banquet.”
"Young man, it shouldn't be a problem for you to write us a poem."
"You still underestimate the power of words!”
Yuan Qing smiled and shook his head, his gaze firm.
"Tell me, which scenery in the Nine Provinces have the deepest impression in your mind?”
"Mount Huang, and Mount Tai."
"Why?"
Hearing Yuan Qing's question, Shen Cheng grinned.
"Didn't you learn this when you were young?"
"When the five great mountains return, don't look at the mountains. When the Yellow Mountain returns, don't look at the mountains.”
"How about Dai Zongfu?”
"Now you understand!" Yuan
Qing smiled and patted Shen Cheng's shoulder.
"The memories of the people of Nine Regions have always been associated with poetry!”
"A good poem can make the scenery stay in the spirit forever, attracting generations of people to admire and feel it!”
"This is the most unreachable top-notch promotional resource!”
"In the past two days, I have also communicated with the leaders of Zhejiang Province and Jiangsu Province.”
"Do you know what they said?”
He smiled and looked at Shen Cheng, his eyes filled with sorrow.
"They said that getting a poem from Lu Ze is better than investing a billion gold!”
"Ten. One billion?"
Shen Cheng was shocked and his eyes were filled with disbelief!
"Don't think it's an exaggeration. Hurry up and prepare according to what I said!”
"If everything goes well, you'll know after tonight. What I said is really not true!”
....
5 PM.
The scorching sun finally temporarily restrained its sharpness.
The pleasure boat slowly stopped in front of an imposing and ancient pavilion.
The Yue Yang Tower in this world was not as crowded as it was in his previous life.
Surrounded by the blue lake water, it gave people a desolate and lonely beauty.
"What are we eating tonight?"
Lu Ze asked Lin Ling.
Lin Lin, who had been immersed in the song " Moonlit Night on the Spring River " the entire afternoon, shook her head.
"Uncle Shen arranged it, so it should be a local specialty.”
"You don't have to be so formal. He's a very good friend of my father's. Just treat him as a regular meal!”
Lu Ze nodded.
However, in the next second, when they were climbing up the stairs.
When they finally arrived downstairs.
He merely glanced forward.
Lu Ze…He was stunned.
After looking around in disbelief, he pointed at the spectacular scene in front of him and looked at Lin Lin.
"Big Sister, is this the family banquet you were talking about?”
Lin Lin was also dumbfounded. She covered her mouth with her right hand and her tone was full of doubt.
"This... I don't know either. Uncle Shen didn't tell me in advance."
Lu Ze sighed helplessly and walked forward.
At this moment, the scene that appeared in front of him.
It could no longer be described as "spectacular", but "shocking"!
There were at least forty people in front of him.
They were all dressed in formal uniforms and stood side by side in order.
The first one was Shen Cheng, whom Lin Lin had introduced to him in the afternoon.
He was currently ranked fourth in the Southern Province.
And he wasn't even in the center position!
Even though Lu Ze didn't care much about these things, he had seen the man in the center position in some news reports and pictures.
The second-in-command of the Southern Province, the famous young and powerful cadre in the Nine Provinces-Yuan Qing!
With him around, he could easily guess what level these people were at.
Lu Ze estimated that the doers of the Southern Province government were almost…It was all here!
His footsteps slowly moved forward.
After seeing Lu Ze and Lin Lin clearly, the group of people in front of them immediately went up to them.
His attitude was friendly and his actions were intimate.
It was hard to imagine the people they were meeting.
However, it was just a harmony of the Colorful Flag Art Troupe.
They greeted each other as usual.
Everyone crowded around the two of them and went upstairs.
Today's Yue Yang Tower, under the illumination of the sunset, looked deep and magnificent.
The moment he was about to push the door open and enter.
Yuan Qing turned around and smiled at Lu Ze.
"The thousand-year-old building is honored to welcome little brother Lu today!”
"There is Yueyang Tower in the Southern Province. This is our spirit and culture.”
"The Nine Provinces have Brother Little Lu's great talent. This is the luck and blessing of the Nine Provinces!”
"Yue Yang's ancient tower has never been recorded in history!”
"Today, he finally got his chance!”
He looked at Lu Ze earnestly and longingly.
" On behalf of the 66 million citizens of the Southern Province, I request…"
"Mr. Lu can write an inscription and poem for the Millennium Yueyang Tower!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden door that had been there for a thousand years opened with a creak.
Yuan Qing's voice rang out at the same time.
"A little token of my appreciation!"
"Please don't mind!"
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