Chapter 448 He Is Real, I Cry to Death

The air is crisp in autumn and the fragrance of osmanthus is fragrant.

Osmanthus flowers in the south usually bloom in October. At the beginning of this year, under Jiang Qi's instruction, the gardeners of the amusement park transplanted several osmanthus trees in the park.

Jiang Qi didn't know what kind of osmanthus tree it was. He didn't know whether the flowering period of ordinary osmanthus trees lasted for a month. He checked online and found that the flowering period of sweet-scented osmanthus trees usually lasts more than 20 days.

The farmer swung his little hoe around the amusement park every night, loosening the soil and fertilizing the newly transplanted osmanthus trees in the park, and taking good care of them. In this way, the flowering period of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree is slightly extended, and it is not so unacceptable to bloom from early October to early November.

When Feng Zhiqiu and Boss Li got out of the car, the first thing they smelled was the faint fragrance of osmanthus.

"Boss Jiang is indeed an elegant person. There are actually osmanthus trees planted in the amusement park. The fragrance of the flowers is light and not strong. It smells much better than the fragrance in my community." Feng Zhiqiu has not yet entered the gate of the park, the first A compliment came out.

Li Jingjing burst out laughing, thinking that this was enough to get people off her, so she was Boss Jiang’s fan leader.

By the way, Boss Li, who has never deserved a name, finally has a name, Li Jingjing.

"I just don't know if Snow Village is really like the videos online, covered with several centimeters of real snow all day long. I read online guides that there is a special constant temperature system in Snow Village. The ground is very cold, but the actual temperature is not that low. , as long as you wear winter clothes, there will be no problem.”

"I don't know if it's reliable or not. Just to be on the safe side, I brought two sets of winter clothes, one thick and one thin. I bought the thin set when I went skiing outside Guanwai last year." As he said that, Feng Zhiqiu took the photo. Photograph yourself with two large suitcases.

Just as he was talking, Jiang Qi came out to pick him up.

That's the good thing about the office being at the entrance of the amusement park. It's very convenient to get out and get express delivery.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Jiang Qi led the two of them to the snow village. Shen Daoan was far away and could not arrive until after dinner.

It is the off-season now. Of the wooden houses No. 2-10 in Xuecun, only wooden house No. 9 has guests. There are only three people in Feng Zhiqiu's place. Jiang Qi arranged wooden house No. 2 for them with a stroke of his pen. It has exactly three rooms and a mahjong room. .

When the time comes, Feng Zhiqiu makes full use of her social cow attributes, and it will be easy to grab a lucky customer from the snow village to play mahjong.

The temperature in Xuncheng in November is also relatively low.

Summer essentials such as shirts and T-shirts have been eliminated, replaced by jacket + long-sleeved combinations. It's November, and Feng Zhiqiu isn't as stubborn as before. She doesn't wear long skirts anymore and just puts on autumn clothes.

The drop in temperature makes it difficult for tourists who go to Snow Village at this time to feel the charm of Snow Village’s temperature before even seeing it like tourists in summer.

The temperature changes, but the temperature in and near Xuecun remains unchanged. When Xuecun first opened, Yan Huaiyou and his family felt that the temperature was dropping even though they were so far away. The closer they got to Xuecun, the cooler they got.

Thinking about it from this aspect, if the winter in Xuncheng is cold enough and the temperature can reach more than ten degrees below zero or even more than 20 degrees, Xuecun will become the warmest place in Xuncheng in winter and become a holy place to escape the cold.

When they first saw Xuecun, Feng Zhiqiu and Li Jingjing were so shocked that they were speechless.

It's not like the two of them have never seen snow before.

After Feng Zhiqiu makes money, she will go to the north to live and ski for a while whenever she has time in winter. Although Li Jingjing is from Qiongzhou, he studied in the north. He has seen the beautiful winter scenery in the north where thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow fall.

But Xuecun is different.

When you look at snow in the north, everything you see is covered in snow, and the whole world is just white. It's shocking, but at the same time it's normal.

Watching snow in Snow Village, you are still standing in autumn, the leaves of the big trees nearby have just begun to turn slightly yellow, the grass is still green, butterflies are flying in the flowers, and birds are chirping on the branches, but only The snow village dozens of meters away was already completely white.

The wall outside the snow village is like a barrier seal, sealing the ice and snow inside, this new world.

Standing outside and looking at the snow village is really shocking.

Jiang Qi urged the two of them to change clothes quickly. He went to the locker to get a thick coat and put it on skillfully, and led the two of them towards the snow village.

Sangou has been waiting at the door for a long time.

Seeing the person coming, the three dogs jumped up excitedly. Feng Zhiqiu was startled at first, and then stretched out her hand to touch the dog's head tentatively. After finding that it felt very good, she couldn't stop and rubbed the dog's head angrily.

"Woof woof woof, woof woof!" Lala held Feng Zhiqiu's bag on her nose and hinted wildly.

[I can smell it, there is beef jerky in your bag! ]

Feng Zhiqiu reacted belatedly, smiled and touched Lala's dog's head, took out the beef jerky from the bag, helped the three of them tear open the bag, and asked Jiang Qi: "Boss Jiang, can the dogs in your amusement park eat it?" Beef jerky?”

Jiang Qi looked at Sangou speechlessly and said, "They eat everything."

Not to mention beef jerky, the duck butts thrown into the trash by roast duck restaurants are all dug out of the trash and eaten.

When the amusement park enters the off-season, the three dogs are the ones who are most uncomfortable with it.

Business in Xuecun is so good during the summer vacation!

Not to mention that it is full every day, the daily occupancy rate is over 80%, and Sangou can carry luggage from morning to night every day.

There are so many tourists, and there are always some who bring meat snacks in their bags. You feed me a piece of beef jerky, and I feed you a piece of pork jerky. I bring my children to play with them. If the children want to feed the dogs, they will also buy beef patties to feed the three dogs.

Everyone thinks that since dogs are so big, it doesn’t matter if I feed them a little. Besides, amusement parks do not prohibit tourists from feeding dogs. Seeing the three dogs begging for food from them, tourists will subconsciously think that these three dogs have not eaten snacks today, so naturally they feel free to feed them boldly.

During the summer vacation, the three dogs ate from morning to night. There were no tourists to feed them snacks in the middle of the night, and they would go around looking for some food by themselves.

Such good days came to an abrupt end at the end of the peak season.

In September, Sangou could barely accept it. Although the number of guests in the amusement park decreased at that time, there were still many guests in the snow village. After all, September was quite hot, and there were always guests from other places who came to experience the summer snow village.

There was a National Day holiday in early October, and the three dogs ate happily.

As soon as the National Day passed, Sangou's life took a turn for the worse.

If conditions didn't allow it, the three dogs would all want to hang a brand on themselves, touch their heads ten times, and give them a piece of meat pie at a fair price.

After eating the beef jerky, Sangou happily pulled his luggage and left.

Jiang Qi briefly explained to the two of them what magic items they could experience in the wooden house, and told them that after putting away their luggage, they could go to the tavern opposite for dinner. Feng Zhiqiu and Li Jingjing both said that they didn't eat anything on the high-speed rail, so they left their luggage and went to eat.

Of course, Jiang Qi would definitely not believe such nonsense.

No visitor who enters Cabin 2 for the first time can come out within two hours!

Are mirrors not interesting, or are windows not interesting? Some tourists can play with the wall clock for an hour when they get playful.

Jiang Qi walked straight into the tavern.

As soon as he entered the pub, the wooden parrot standing on the clothes rack at the door screamed: "Welcome, welcome boss!"

While Jiang Qi was away at the amusement park, Lilian quietly added some decorative magic supplies to the tavern.

Because it was a decoration, although it looked outrageous, it had no practical use. In addition, the guests accepted it inexplicably, so Jiang Qi accepted it.

Jiang Qi glanced at the tavern. There were no customers. There was a table of guests in the corner playing board games with the waiter. Wang Xinghua and Feng Ling, two idlers in the amusement park, were sitting by the window having afternoon tea.

The variety of afternoon tea is very rich, including 6 different small cakes, two cups of black tea, a cup of lemonade, a cup of grass juice, a vegetable salad and two large barbecues.

The table was piled high, and you could tell at a glance that Wang Xinghua was overeating again.

Jiang Qi walked over and said Youyou: "Xinghua, if you continue to use public funds as an excuse to eat and drink too much on public funds, I will consider charging you."

Wang Xinghua, who was stuffing barbecue into her mouth, paused.

In an instant, tears welled up in her eyes. Wang Xinghua, who was performing at level 10, looked at Jiang Qi with tears in her eyes, and said in a sad voice: "Boss, I really can't write it!"

"Don't look at me eating and drinking on the surface, but who knows the pain I'm actually feeling in my heart?"

Feng Ling:......

Xinghua really doesn’t think about learning how to sing and get on stage in two years. Her acting skills look good.

"Then have you written it down? Even one word." Jiang Qi looked at Wang Xinghua.

Wang Xinghua:......

Wang Xinghua sneered: "Isn't this... I haven't met the right time yet."

Jiang Qi finally figured out that Wang Xinghua, who first wrote the lyrics of "Sulberry Picking Girl", really wanted to write it. At that time, Wang Xinghua was still a Wang Xinghua who pursued art, but since the public-funded trip to Peking, Wang Xinghua has completely blossomed.

There is no need to pursue artistic pursuits, just do whatever you want.

"Then when is the right time?" Jiang Qi asked.

Wang Xinghua looked serious: "Inspiration is a very mysterious thing, and you can't just think about it. This thing pays attention to the right time, place, and people. Boss, have you read "The Book of Changes"? I think inspiration is..."

Jiang Qi finally figured out that Wang Xinghua was too busy with no work recently.

"Have you seen the construction progress of the art museum?"

Wang Xinghua, who was chatting about the relationship between metaphysics and inspiration, was stunned for a moment, and said calmly: "Look, I go for a walk every night when I have nothing to do, and the construction is very fast."

"Did you know that the museum is installing mechanisms?"

Wang Xinghua nodded: "I know."

"You have experience as a ghost, and you know how to scare people without scaring them to death. Let's do this. Get an extra salary as a technical consultant, and from today onwards go to the art museum to keep an eye on the installed mechanism. Make sure that the mechanism itself is not safe. There are hidden dangers, and it won’t scare people to death. I’m still a little worried about F1101’s actions. Jiang Cha told me this morning that he still seems determined to release poison gas in the art museum.”

Jiang Qi doesn't know why F1101 is so obsessed with releasing poison gas in the art museum. Is it possible that when he was working in a haunted house, he failed to compete for the job of releasing poison gas, so he is obsessed with this?

Jiang Qi is not worried about F1101 tampering with the museum's institutions behind his back. Jiang Qi is reassured by the android's work attitude, professionalism and ability to listen to others' orders. He was worried that the mechanisms in the art museum were too exciting. After all, the androids were not human, so they might not be able to control their speed.

You still have to find someone with knowledge to look at it.

Wang Xinghua certainly had no objection to the idea of ​​a salary increase. She has been very poor in the past two months. The theater is being renovated and she has no share of the money to take. There are many things in the shopping cart that can only be viewed but not bought.

Unfortunately, those extra-paid jobs she had previously had been given to Lili and Lillian when she took over the theater. Now it is difficult to get them back. She can only count the dates and when to pay wages like every moonlighter. .

Wang Xinghua packed up two portions of barbecue and went to work at her new position.

Feng Ling looked at Jiang Qi faintly.

"Boss, I also really need a new stage."

Feng Ling said that if she stops singing, some of her beautiful qualities and her soul will disappear.

Facing Feng Ling's request, Jiang Qi could only scratch his head.

The theater decoration time is fixed, and it is impossible for him to conjure a second stage for Feng Ling before the decoration is completed.

"How about I ask Leader Feng to contact the villages where he performed before, and let's hold a charity performance?" Jiang Qi suggested, thinking it was a good deed.

"There is also a nursing home. Can I ask Hu Qing to contact him to arrange a benefit performance?"

Feng Ling:!

"Can you do it?" Feng Ling said she could, "I don't have any problem. I sang from the grass troupe. I can perform anywhere!"

Jiang Qi:......

It can be seen that Feng Ling really wants to sing.

"You have to overcome it for a while, and I will help you make arrangements." Jiang Qi knew that it was time to earn back the virtue he lacked in the morning.

Sparrow, the amusement park is sorry for you.

Remember to go watch it when Feng Ling and the others perform for charity.

Jiang Qi tapped the electronic wooden fish in his mind and went back to the office to work.

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Shen Daoan, the last one to arrive at the amusement park, arrived a little later than planned.

His train was delayed, and it was already 7 o'clock when the driver of Bingbing B&B dropped him off at the entrance of the amusement park.

There was something wrong with the printing manufacturer of "Meet Again". There were some printing errors. Jiang Qi went to deal with it. Shen Daoan was not at the amusement park. It was Feng Zhiqiu and Li Jingjing who came to pick up Shen Daoan at the entrance of the amusement park.

Shen Daoan didn't care.

He is different from Feng Zhiqiu, who simply wants to come to the amusement park to experience the legendary script theme park, and Li Jingjing, who simply wants to get close to Jiang Qitao for future cooperation. He is neither a small fan of Galaxy, nor does he want to get close to Jiang Qitao.

He doesn't even have much affection for Jiang Qi. He admits Jiang Qi's love for script killing and support for the industry, but he hates capitalists.

He came here mainly because he wanted to meet the legendary Mr.

According to Shen Daoan's analysis, Mr. X should be an employee of the amusement park.

And there is a high probability that he is the person in charge of more than 100 NPC scripts in Taiping Town.

Shen Daoan carefully researched various entertainment projects of Galaxy Script Club on the Internet. He felt that the person in charge of the NPC script in Taiping Town was the most suitable for his idea of ​​Mr. X. Taiping Town has a small update every half a month and a major update every three months. There are more and more NPCs and the plot has been updated, but there has never been a bug.

Legend has it that there is only one person in charge of scripts in Taiping Town. With so many scripts, such rigorous logic, and such a huge workload, he has never made any mistakes. Who else could it be if he wasn't Mr. X? !

Shen Daoan believes that he will definitely be able to meet his idol Mr. X this time!

Then ask Mr. X about the problems he encountered in the script he is currently writing.

Of course it’s good that Mr.

Shen Daoan even brought a computer so that he could write at any time.

Shen Daoan stood at the entrance of the amusement park and gave a thumbs up to his plan this time.

"S, you're here. If you had come a little later, you wouldn't have been able to see the magic show at night. Let me tell you, Snow Village is really incredible. You can't even imagine the house we live in."

"That's not smart furniture, it's just a magic wooden house!"

"And that tavern, a paradise on earth!"

"Mr. Jiang Qi is really great. He owns such a great amusement park and is willing to take time to personally supervise the writing of the script. And he is also willing to personally go to the autumn exhibition, distribute boxed sets, and sell board games, just for the script. Industry, oh my God!" Feng Zhiqiu said, "I am so ashamed. I will write a new book when I get back."

"Compared to Mr. Jiang Qi, our contribution to the script killing industry is simply minimal."

Shen Daoan:?

Feng Zhiqiu, did you take the wrong medicine?

"Yes, yes." Boss Li agreed, "I didn't think so before. Now that I have experienced Snow Village in person, I can finally understand how much Boss Jiang loves the script-killing industry."

"It really makes Mr. Li feel ashamed."

Shen Daoan:? ? ?

Boss Li, you, a capitalist, took the wrong medicine with Feng Zhiqiu.

Two hours later, after experiencing the wooden house, tavern and magic show, Shen Daoan sat in the first row of seats in the tavern and sighed:

"Boss Jiang's love for the script-killing industry is truly admirable."

"Right." Fan leader Feng Zhiqiu agreed wildly.

"If you ask me, I can't find anyone in the world who loves the script-killing industry more than Boss Jiang."

"He really made me cry to death!"

2nd update in the evening