The lights in Lao Zhang's restaurant remain warm and bright, quietly standing guard and witnessing touching stories about culture and tourism, dreams, and friendship.

As for Director Ma, the atmosphere of parting had been perfectly set.

Judging from Director Ma's demeanor, it seemed as if he would burst into tears the moment Qin Zi'an turned around.

However, the restaurant door was pushed open the next second.

"Director Ma, Director Qin, something terrible has happened!!!"

A staff member from the Cangzhou Culture and Tourism Bureau rushed in, his face filled with anxiety and unease.

His voice echoed in the restaurant, trembling slightly, as if even the dust in the air was shaken.

"What? What did you say?"

Director Ma suddenly stood up, his teacup wobbling slightly as he dropped it.

A few drops of warm tea splashed onto the table, quickly dissolving, just like his complex emotions at that moment.

But Director Ma paid no attention to his scalded hand; all his attention was focused on the staff member from the Cangzhou Culture and Tourism Bureau.

Currently, Cangzhou's cultural tourism industry is experiencing a period of rapid development.

At such a critical juncture, Director Ma absolutely did not want anything to go wrong.

He stared intently at the staff member, eager to know what unexpected event had occurred.

"Cangzhou...it's snowing heavily in Cangzhou!"

The staff member was panting heavily, his eyes filled with worry about this sudden natural disaster.

As soon as the news was announced, the temperature inside Lao Zhang's restaurant seemed to drop several degrees instantly.

The cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, seeped in through the crack in the door, making everyone present feel a chill.

Director Ma and Qin Zi'an exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing shock and confusion.

The arrival of heavy snow during what should have been the peak tourist season is undoubtedly a major blow to the cultural and tourism industry in Cangzhou.

Director Ma's eyes reddened slightly. He tried hard to control his emotions, but he couldn't hide the reluctance and worry about the future that were about to overflow.

No one expected that before the summer heat had completely subsided, the ancient city of Cangzhou would be hit by an unprecedented heavy snowfall.

This heavy snowfall was like a cruel joke played by nature, completely shattering everyone's expectations.

The sky in June and July should be blue with white clouds and scorching sun.

At this moment, however, it was shrouded in thick clouds, a hazy gray, as if even time itself had frozen in the sudden chill.

Snowflakes fall from the sky, initially fine and sparse, but gradually they become dense and abundant, like millions of white butterflies dancing in the air, finally landing lightly on the eaves, streets, treetops, and even on everyone's shoulders.

This snow not only covered the earth, but also all the carefully prepared plans and dreams of the Cangzhou Culture and Tourism Bureau.

The staff of the Culture and Tourism Bureau stood by the window, staring blankly at the snow-covered world outside, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.

They had imagined countless times the bustling scene of summer, with throngs of tourists and laughter filling every corner.

Now, this untimely heavy snow has struck them like a heavy hammer.

“‘Cangzhou Cultural Tourism Creative Cuisine’…” Director Ma murmured to himself, his tone inevitably becoming somber.

'Cangzhou Cultural Tourism Creative Cuisine' is a project they have poured their heart and soul into, aiming to showcase Cangzhou's unique cultural charm and culinary style through innovative cooking methods.

However, under this heavy snowfall, no matter how creative the ideas are, it will probably be difficult to attract enough tourists to come and taste them.

Needless to say, Director Ma could imagine what Cangzhou would look like tomorrow.

The streets were deserted, with few pedestrians and shops closed; the entire city seemed to be in a state of deathly silence.

Just thinking about this made Director Ma feel like he was about to have a heart attack.

"This...how is this possible?"

Director Ma shook his head in disbelief, as if trying to dispel this sudden nightmare.

But reality is so cruel; the snowflakes on the stage are still falling heavily, leaving them no room for escape or fantasy.

Director Ma frowned, his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth in the room.

He knew that this heavy snowfall was not only a test of their work ability, but also a challenge to the resilience of Cangzhou's cultural and tourism industry.

If he fails to make a quick decision and lead the team out of the predicament, then Cangzhou's cultural tourism industry may be reduced to its original state.

In stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere permeating the Cangzhou Culture and Tourism Bureau, Qin Zian stood alone by the window, his figure upright and his face serene, as if the turmoil outside had nothing to do with him.

His gaze pierced through the swirling snowflakes, reaching into the distance, his eyes gleaming with an indescribable light…

It is an expectation of unknown challenges, as well as a keen insight into potential opportunities.

Qin Zian knew that in the long river of history, countless great turning points began with seemingly insurmountable difficulties.

This sudden heavy snowfall has brought unprecedented challenges to the cultural and tourism industry in Cangzhou.

But in his eyes, this heavy snow was more like a rough, unpolished gem, waiting to be given new meaning and value.

"Crisis is an opportunity," Qin Zian murmured to himself.

These words seemed to become his guiding light at this moment, illuminating his path forward.

He began to conceive of how to transform this heavy snowfall into a unique calling card for Cangzhou's cultural tourism, so that it would no longer be merely a symbol of disaster in the eyes of the public, but rather a magical attraction for tourists.

He realized that although Harbin was famous for its ice and snow, there was no movement at this time, which meant that Cangzhou was the only place in the country where it was snowing.

This uniqueness undoubtedly provides an unprecedented promotional opportunity for Cangzhou's cultural and tourism industry.

"Snowflakes in July, what a spectacle!"

Qin Zian thought to himself that such a scene was enough to attract the attention of the whole country and even the world.

More importantly, the cool climate brought by the heavy snow is exactly the kind of summer retreat that people dream of during the sweltering summer.

At that moment, a picture quickly formed in Qin Zian's mind: tourists dressed in light summer clothes strolling in the snowy scenery of Cangzhou, enjoying the rare coolness and comfort, their faces beaming with satisfaction and surprise.

"Director Qin..." Director Ma sighed helplessly, his worried expression still lingering. "Director Qin, what should we do?"

"Director Ma, please don't worry."

Qin Zian's voice echoed in Lao Zhang's restaurant, like a ray of warm sunshine in winter, piercing through the surrounding chill and unease.

He slowly stood up, his steps firm, as if each step was on the beat of hope.

"This heavy snowfall may be a unique opportunity for our Cangzhou cultural and tourism industry."