Chapter 271 The exorbitant ticket prices and the tourism boom facing a crisis of collapse.

"What? They're really coming?"

Upon hearing this, several county leaders showed expressions of surprise and delight.

It's worth noting that these children currently on study tours across the country are a group of adorable kids, second only to celebrities and internet influencers.

Like a tourism and cultural promotion ambassador, wherever they go, the place becomes the next tourist hotspot.

Unexpectedly, they also turned their attention to the little-known Weihe County.

All of this is undoubtedly thanks to Wang Yueheng!

"Once the exact arrival time is confirmed, we must send a dedicated person and vehicle to pick up and drop off the children! Not a single one can be missing!"

"Special attention should be paid to the safety of children!"

"The eyes of the whole country are on them. We absolutely cannot allow anything to go wrong in our Weihe County!"

While excited, County Head Hu Lanqin immediately gave serious instructions.

...

Just as the number of tourists visiting the Wei River was surging.

The calligraphy exhibition, personally organized by Zhao Wanjun, the director of the TV station, has also officially opened.

But it has very little popularity.

Five or six security guards were specially hired to maintain order at the scene and stand guard outside the cultural center every day.

I watched the bustling crowds walk by on the street with nothing to do, and counted the flies buzzing around my door.

Occasionally, tourists are drawn to the calligraphy exhibition by its promotional materials.

But upon hearing that it would cost 198 yuan to enter the exhibition, he immediately turned around and left.

"What kind of calligraphy exhibition charges such high tickets? They must be crazy for money!"

"It's really time to crack down on these arbitrary charges!"

"I really feel sorry for Wang Yueheng, letting this kind of person ride the wave of popularity and make money through unethical means!"

Some tourists with bad tempers would even make sarcastic remarks in front of Zhao Wanjun.

Zhao Wanjun originally had lofty ambitions and wanted to make a name for himself through calligraphy.

They watched helplessly as tourists came to see the exhibition and then turned away.

You might even get scolded out of the blue.

Suddenly, a nameless anger welled up inside me.

"Young people these days are so impetuous and lack cultural depth!"

"They'd rather spend hundreds or thousands of dollars to see a Jay Chou concert than spend money to visit a calligraphy exhibition to cultivate their minds. They're a lost generation!"

Zhao Wanjun, who was personally supervising the event outside the exhibition hall, couldn't help but feel indignant.

Nowadays, those who enter the exhibition hall are mostly groups of friends and family members who received free tickets.

Yesterday, we only sold two tickets in total.

One of the tickets was purchased by an elderly woman who requested a refund after viewing the exhibition.

If they refused to refund their tickets, they sat down at the door and started swearing.

Left with no other option, Zhao Wanjun had to ask the staff to refund the ticket money.

"Hello, I have a stomachache, may I go in to use the restroom?"

Just then.

A young girl suddenly clutched her stomach and ran towards the entrance of the cultural center, anxiously asking the security guard at the gate.

The girl was holding a half-eaten ice cream cone.

It's obvious that he had diarrhea from eating too many cold drinks.

"You need a ticket to get in!"

"A security guard answered impatiently."

"How much are the tickets?"

Upon hearing that there was an entrance fee, the girl hesitated for a moment.

But after looking around and finding no other place to use the restroom, she had no choice but to ask helplessly because she was in a real hurry to urinate.

I thought to myself, "At worst, I'll just consider it as paying twenty or thirty yuan to use a paid toilet."

"The ticket price is 198 yuan."

The security guard pointed to the ticket window and said.

"How many?"

The tourist girl, who was about to scan the QR code, was stunned.

"One hundred and ninety-eight. This is a painting exhibition held by nationally renowned calligraphers."

Seeing this, Zhao Wanjun, who was standing not far away, walked over and explained with a smile.

"Uncle, my stomach really hurts. Can I just go to the toilet and then come out without seeing the exhibition?"

"I'm a college student here on vacation, and I don't have much money left for living expenses..."

The girl clutched her stomach and pleaded.

"That won't do. What if you don't come out of the toilet? Where are we supposed to find you?"

Zhao Wanjun raised an eyebrow, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.

We finally opened for business and a customer came, only to ask to use the restroom.

What bad luck!

"Isn't this a cultural center? Cultural centers are supposed to be public facilities, how can you charge admission!"

The female college student pointed at the sign of the cultural center and questioned it with dissatisfaction.

"I'm the leader here, what I say goes. If it's not okay, it's not okay."

"There's a supermarket across the street with a restroom. Go there!"