Where is Koyasu?
After hearing Wang Jianye's question, the secretary frowned and pondered for a while.
After all, he was just Wang Jianye's secretary; how could he possibly know Qin Zian's whereabouts?
But since Wang Jianye had asked, the secretary naturally had to do her best to give him the answer.
Fortunately, Qin Zian is a prominent figure in the Harbin Culture and Tourism Bureau, and everyone already knows that he is going to support the Tianshui Culture and Tourism Bureau.
"Director Wang, wasn't Director Qin sent by you to support Tianshui's cultural tourism? Judging by the dates, he should be setting off in the next couple of days."
Has he left?
"I...I'll go ask right away."
"No need, I'll communicate with him myself."
Before his secretary could begin, Wang Jianye took out his phone and dialed Qin Zi'an's number.
However, all Wang Jianye received was a series of busy signals.
Upon hearing the cold female voice on the other end of the phone, Wang Jianye felt like dying.
He was as happy as he was when he promised Qin Zian to go and help Tianshui, and now he is in just as much pain.
Damn it!
The peak tourist season in Harbin was supposed to be over, so why is there a mini-peak season?
Now Qin Zi'an is no longer stationed in Harbin, but has instead gone to support other cultural and tourism bureaus...
Wang Jianye wanted to slap himself just thinking about the stupid things he had done.
Fortunately, there is no accurate information yet, and no one can be sure that Qin Zian has embarked on his journey to Tianshui.
As Wang Jianye was thinking, he heard his secretary's cold voice beside him.
"Director Wang, Director Qin has already boarded the plane to Tianshui and will land in about an hour."
Upon hearing this, Wang Jianye's heart sank completely.
Good heavens!!!
What incredibly stupid thing did Wang Jianye do to hand over Qin Zi'an so easily?
If Qin Zian were in Harbin right now, Wang Jianye wouldn't even dare to imagine how popular Harbin's cultural tourism would be.
But now...
With things having come to this point, Wang Jianye could only sigh helplessly and accept this cruel reality.
In any case, the situation is not yet out of control, and there is still room for improvement.
No matter what, Wang Jianye is the director of the Harbin Culture and Tourism Bureau, and he has many cultural and tourism promotion personnel under his command.
Immediately, Wang Jianye summoned all his elite personnel to the conference room and held a brief meeting.
The meeting's content was simple: measures to address the recent recovery in cultural and tourism data.
After discussion, everyone agreed that they should do their best to provide excellent service to the tourists.
Take, for example, the Pegasus, hot air balloons, artificial moon, and molten iron flower performance that have already been removed in the past few days...
These must all be brought back, so that the little potatoes can once again feel the warmth of Harbin.
After the decision to reach a consensus on the plan was made, everyone got to work.
In particular, the official operations staff of the Harbin Culture and Tourism Bureau wrote a heartfelt letter, guaranteeing that all facilities would be rearranged as quickly as possible.
At the same time, Wang Jianye's long-dormant cell phone finally rang, and the caller ID displayed the three large characters "Qin Zi'an".
Without any hesitation, Wang Jianye answered the phone and immediately began to cry and complain.
"Zi'an! Why did you leave so early?"
"Old Wang, don't give me that crap! I went to support Tianshui's cultural tourism at your request, not to go to heaven."
Even with Qin Zian's witty remarks, Wang Jianye remained unmoved and continued to look gloomy.
Following that, Wang Jianye described the current situation in Harbin and hoped that Qin Zian could offer some constructive suggestions.
When Qin Zian learned that the tourism data in Harbin had rebounded, he also glanced at the data on the report.
Qin Zian quickly understood what was going on.
Although various data related to culture and tourism have shown an increase, the data for accommodation and transportation have not changed much.
Even though Qin Zian didn't go out to check, he understood in his heart... the people of Bingcheng were about to start reclaiming their lost territory.
After all, Harbin has been the most popular tourist destination for the past two months.
Countless tourists flocked to Harbin, crowding the streets and alleys to the point where it was impossible to move.
Under these circumstances, the locals of Harbin sacrificed themselves, minimizing the number of times they went out.
Even when they go out, they do so with the intention of serving the little potatoes.
But now, the little potatoes are all gone, and Harbin is once again under the control of the locals.
Naturally, these people will definitely want to experience the major tourist attractions in Harbin and walk the same paths that the Little Potatoes once walked.
After hearing Qin Zian's analysis, Wang Jianye felt a tickle in his throat and could barely utter a word.
The reason is simple: this tourism data was not contributed by tourists from all over the country, but by locals in Harbin.
"Zian, are you sure these are all locals from our Ice City?" Wang Jianye asked softly.
"Definitely! All the 'little potatoes' have left, and even Harbin Pharmaceutical Group's Sixth Factory failed to attract any new players. How can we expect any new visitors to come now? Instead of messing around with all that nonsense, we should focus on planning for the next season."
After hearing Qin Zian's suggestion, Wang Jianye remained restless.
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