Chapter 189 Sorry, we still couldn’t hold on after all! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)
"Have you packed it up?"
"No, Brother Zhi, wait a moment!"
"Hurry up!"
"Okay, okay, it's done, it's done!"
Standing in the hotel corridor and knocking on the door opposite, Li Youzhi looked at his watch when he heard the giggling sounds of the traitors inside.
It's already six o'clock in the afternoon, and the evening performance of the Summer Festival should start soon at this time.
Just as Li Youzhi was standing in the corridor complaining about a group of traitors, the phone in his pocket rang again.
Seeing that it was another local phone number in Jinling, Li Youzhi hesitated for a moment and then answered the call.
"Brother, what are you doing?!"
As soon as the call was connected, Tian Qing's sad and angry voice penetrated into Li Youzhi's ears.
"If you have any opinions, you can tell us! You are doing these things online, and the comment section of our official cultural and tourism account has been flooded. There is too much pressure from public opinion!"
Hearing Tian Qing's sad and angry complaints on the other end of the phone, Li Youzhi silently opened the Douishou APP and clicked into the comment area of Jinling Cultural Tourism.
Indeed, as Tian Qing said, at this time, the comment section of Jinling Culture and Tourism's latest work has already received more than 30,000 views!
“Report with real name the Jinling Summer Festival selling dog meat with sheep’s heads! This event is advertised as pure Japanese style, but I didn’t see mushroom eggs at all after I went there!”
"Stir, stir, stir! Isn't this deceiving consumers? As we all know, what is pure Japanese style without a mushroom cloud?! Geneva, refund your money!"
"It's a summer festival. I came here with high expectations, but I couldn't see the mushroom cloud after looking at it for a long time. I'm so disappointed! The Japanese consulate can't do it either. You're just trying to authenticate! A liar!"
"If you don't know how to do it, don't do it! It's Japanese style to have a group of little cosplayers wearing kimonos and dancing Awa dance with a bunch of idiots? You guys should arrange another nuclear explosion show!"
Li Youzhi raised his eyebrows when he saw the crazy ridicule of a group of idiots in the comment area of Jinling Cultural Tourism.
These hateful people are simply too much!
How could you treat the official title of Jinling Cultural Tourism like this?
After rushing through more than 30,000 floors, don’t the remaining Lezi people have any skills?
With a smile, Li Youzhi raised the phone to his ear again.
"Director Tian, I don't think you can blame me 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? If netizens make fun of me, that’s their business, you go talk to them! I can’t control their behavior... Sometimes they even scold me!"
Having ruthlessly distanced himself from the relationship between himself and Leziren, Li Youzhi changed his tone and softened his tone;
"But I took a look and I feel that the reason why netizens are so angry is that the opinions are mainly focused on selling dog meat at the Summer Festival and deceiving tourists and consumers. If you don't want to be complained by netizens, it's actually easy to handle. Either Fry the whole mushroom egg for him on the spot, or you can just stop this event!"
Li Youzhi's sarcastic tone was immediately full, and the overflowing yin and yang energy directly broke Tian Qing's defense.
You idiot!
If I had the ability to make an atomic bomb, I would stuff it into your mouth first - it would be too damaging!
(;Д`)!
After holding it in for a long time, Tian Qing on the other side of the phone said in a tearful tone:
"Brother, I know that it is inappropriate to hold this summer festival in Aurous Hill, but this matter is not something that our publicity department can decide! You are so noble and you persuade your fans to let us go, and I will immediately go and talk to my superiors and relevant officials. Department coordination, do you think this can be done?"
Li Youzhi's eyes widened when he heard Tian Qing's crying voice.
"The Japanese Summer Festival at Jinling Station lasts for seven days. Today is the first day. When can you coordinate?"
"Brother... I promise to do my best to coordinate!"
Tian Qing's reply made Li Youzhi laugh again.
Recruitment without specifying salary standards, promises without specific deadlines, ambiguity about uncertain relationships...it's all just a hooliganism!
If you play this trick with Brother Zhi, do you think Brother Zhi will agree?
Thinking like this, Li Youzhi smiled lightly and said:
"Director Tian, thank you for your hard work. If you say so, I must support Jinling Cultural Tourism's publicity work. Originally, I planned to return to Chengdu after filming the film, so that's good... I will lead a cosplay show with my classmates. Let’s restore Jinling’s image!”
He had just been beaten at noon, and the bloody lesson was placed in front of him. Tian Qing no longer dared to believe Li Youzhi's criticism.
Hearing Li Youzhi say he wanted to do a cos show, the other side of the phone fell into silence again.
It took a long time before his bitter and resentful voice came again.
"Cosplayer?"
"No, this time it's absolutely positive! Director Tian, don't worry, I, Li Youzhi, swear to God; this cos show will be even more exciting than the one in Chang'an!"
Under Li Youzhi's earnest and solemn oath, Tian Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, brother, but we still have to send a few people to cooperate with you..."
beep……
Before Tian Qing could finish speaking, Li Youzhi hung up the phone.
At the same time, the door of the room where Liu Meng and Zhou Yuan were staying was open.
"Brother Zhi, we are ready!"
Putting his mobile phone into the inner pocket of his clothes, he turned his head and looked at the image of a group of traitors. Li Youzhi nodded with satisfaction.
After carefully sorting out the image of the group of traitors, he waved his hand and led everyone to the elevator.
Ding.
As the elevator door opened, a young couple who were making love to each other silently opened their mouths.
Seeing Li Youzhi and others filing into the elevator, the boy's Adam's apple grunted and he buttoned up his shirt collar silently.
Then, he respectfully pressed the elevator's door button.
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Six thirty-five,
Fenghuai Pedestrian Street is already overcrowded.
It was too hot during the day, and there were no performances at the Japanese Summer Festival, so there were not many people.
But in the evening, as the evening breeze blew away the sultry heat, various Japanese performances at the Summer Festival began, and tourists who saw the promotion had already come up.
However, the atmosphere at the Summer Festival seemed a little weird.
Looking at the tourists attracted by the atmosphere of the summer festival and the young men and women in kimonos chatting and laughing with ice cream and octopus balls, some Jinling people passing by the scene frowned.
This event was not publicized locally, and the surrounding people did not even notice when the pedestrian street was decorated like this.
"What are you doing? Isn't this a pedestrian street?"
"What's going on? When did the pedestrian street become a Japanese street?"
"I remember there were only a few Japanese restaurants on this street. Why didn't anyone notice that the whole street had become like this? So many people?"
Many local residents felt their hearts churning when they saw the pedestrian street with all kinds of Japanese folk decorations hanging on it, which suddenly seemed strange to them.
On the side of the street, an old man riding an electric bicycle raised his hand when he saw several girls in kimonos walking towards him.
"Hey little girl, why are you wandering around here wearing these ridiculous clothes? This is Jinling!"
"What's the problem? In this age, girls have the freedom to dress freely!"
"That's right, what happened to Jinling? What age are we in now? It's just a normal cultural exchange, nothing to make a fuss about."
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 their clicking clogs.
The old man clenched his fists as he looked at the kimono girls with cherry blossoms in their hair, walking in small steps, talking, laughing and taking photos.
Next to him, a group of young people who had just gotten off work and were standing at the intersection waiting for the traffic light also frowned.
It was at this time that a group of "weird" people suddenly walked up to the traffic light.
Their clothes were in rags, and their gray military uniforms were full of holes and cuts and stained with dust and sludge.
Some of them were barefoot, and some were wearing worn-out straw sandals. They looked like beggars. Some wore armed belts, and the German-style helmets on their heads were full of bullet holes. The sleeves of their military uniforms were rolled up high, but they could not see the dignity that a soldier should have.
They walked with tired and weak steps, and their seemingly young faces were stained with dark plasma and stains. Sweat mixed with blood slipped from their faces, like trickles, dripping with dirt. The wet skin washed out ravines.
In their hands, they carried broken rifles, machetes with missing ends and broken tassels, and flags full of bullet holes and stained with gunpowder dust.
The flag, which seemed to have been burned by fire, was incomplete, and its 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 traffic light was on, but everyone on the street was as motionless as if they were petrified. Even the vehicles on the road seemed to have lost their power.
In the eerie silence of the busy city, the man walking at the front of the ghost procession, who seemed to crawl out of the ground, stopped.
Holding the worn-out mid-level rifle, he looked around.
"Fellow, could I please ask, where is... this?"
Listening to his hoarse voice full of doubts, looking at his chapped lips, and the terrifying face that even attracted flies, the old man riding the electric car began to squirm.
"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 wooden clogs, bathing suits and white scarves on their heads. He looked at the men wearing kimonos and carrying octopus balls. , a woman with cherry blossoms on her head talking and laughing.
His cheeks stained with blood and his cracked lips trembled.
Silently, he poked the rifle into the ground. Then, he slowly knelt down.
"Jinling... I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"We... still couldn't hold on after all!"
A long cry of grief and guilt pierced the night sky.
Seeing the "ghosts" kneeling on the ground, pedestrians on the street felt like an invisible but heavy sledgehammer had hit their hearts!
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