As the tourism season in northern Xinjiang reaches its peak, the entire region is immersed in joy and activity.
Qin Zi'an and Director Aymat stood on the highest peak in northern Xinjiang, gazing at the vibrant land below and watching the endless stream of vehicles and tourists on the highway...
Undoubtedly, they were filled with satisfaction and pride at that moment.
"Director Qin, our efforts have finally paid off."
Director Aymat pointed to the long lines of tourists at the foot of the mountain, his face beaming with joy, "The number of tourists is constantly increasing, and our tourism projects in northern Xinjiang have received widespread praise."
Qin Zian smiled and nodded, his gaze deep and firm, as if he could pierce through the clouds and see the infinite possibilities of the future.
“Indeed, the tourism boom in northern Xinjiang has begun. But…” Qin Zi’an paused, then added, “This is just the beginning. There is still much more potential and space for us to explore in the tourism industry of northern Xinjiang.”
Director Aymat smiled and looked at Qin Zi'an beside him, nodding in agreement. He had a higher opinion of Qin Zi'an now.
Many times, Aymatdi couldn't help but feel disoriented, thinking that Qin Zian was not a cultural and tourism worker who had just entered the workforce.
His mind was incredibly sharp, brimming with countless novel ideas.
But more importantly, Qin Zi'an has a down-to-earth heart to get things done well.
Based on this alone, many veteran employees who have been working at the grassroots level for decades cannot compare to Qin Zi'an.
Just as Aymat was immersed in admiring Qin Zian and having high hopes for the cultural tourism of northern Xinjiang, his phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence.
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