OBS Chapter 549
Chapter 549
The investor slapped the middle-aged woman's hand away, saying in fear:
“That’s a ghost. I just saw it. Its chin is so pointed.”
"His eyes were so narrow, and his face was ashen."
"..."
Upon hearing this description, the person who caught up immediately pictured Kun Kun in their mind.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
Perhaps realizing that it wasn't appropriate to laugh out loud in this setting, the staff tried their best to hold it in.
But sometimes, that's just how it is; there are times when you simply don't want to think about something.
That thought kept popping into my head.
The image of Kun Kun applying lipstick, pursing his lips, and raising his eyebrows keeps appearing in my mind.
I can’t hold it anymore!
You have to hold it in!
No!
I just couldn't hold it in any longer.
Let's start by smiling a little.
These ideas constantly battled each other in the minds of the staff.
But she couldn't hold it in any longer, so she remembered the experience of releasing gas little by little when she felt the urge to fart, afraid of being heard.
Suddenly, the entire Liaozhai Garden was filled with a series of creaking and groaning sounds.
Unexpectedly, the investors, who had slowed down slightly due to the large number of people, shouted again after hearing the laughter.
"Ah!!! You're all ghosts!!!"
They saw the investors run away.
The middle-aged woman sighed helplessly and glared at the staff member.
The staff member knew that they had messed up the investment.
He lowered his head, feeling extremely guilty.
See this.
The director of the Municipal Bureau of Culture and Tourism stepped forward and said, "You can't blame Xiao Li for this. After this investment conference, I've figured it out. These people don't think much of Liaozhai Garden."
The middle-aged woman is the mayor of Zibo City.
He couldn't help but sigh, "Yes!"
This is really difficult!
Zibo is a third-tier city with limited industrial development.
In Shandong Province, it's neither good nor bad.
But if we want to improve the lives and development of the local people, we need to make breakthroughs.
Therefore, during her many years in office, Tang Lin always tried to develop Zibo City.
Liaozhai Garden is one of the development plans.
"Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" is a cultural treasure of China.
It is known as the world's short story.
Pu Songling, the author of "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio," lived in this Liaozhai Garden.
This classic work is filled with legends of spirits and monsters from the traditional culture of China.
The one that was just mistaken for a ghost by the investors wasn't actually Kun Kun, but rather the fox statue.
"This is the last wave of investors arranged by the province!"
Tang Lin sighed.
If you miss this bidding for investment, you'll have to wait another year.
But now that the restrictions have been lifted, all regions are seeking development.
Given a fixed number of investors, everyone is in competition.
More importantly, according to the laws of investment returns, it will take at least three to five years to see any returns after the project is implemented.
If things continue like this, who knows when Zibo City will finally develop.
"Hey, Li, what are you doing!"
"You scared me!!!"
The director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau had just turned around when he saw a glowing face, like a scene from a horror movie where a ghost makes a sneaky entrance.
The director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau took a closer look and discovered that the guy was actually playing on his phone.
If his boss hadn't been there, he probably would have snatched the phone and smashed it.
After all, he had just smoothed things over, preventing the leader from blaming Xiao Li entirely for the failed investment attempt.
But then this guy took advantage of the moment when he was chatting with his boss.
Secretly playing on your phone!!!
Isn't this practically forcing him to give up in front of the boss?
Take a thousand steps back.
It's only natural for someone to take a short break!
After all, he also rose from the bottom.
But if you want to use your phone, at least do it during the day.
It's pitch black now, and the brightness of his phone screen is brighter than his future prospects.
Isn't this just deliberately looking for trouble?
"Mayor, Bureau Chief, let me explain! No, let me hear your excuses..."
In their haste, the staff member misspoke.
Fearing that his explanation would only make things more complicated, he simply shoved the phone into Tang Lin's hand.
"Mayor, look! Our Liaozhai Garden is saved!"
Upon hearing this.
The director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau's tone turned serious: "Xiao Li, you're talking nonsense."
Playing on your phone is a small matter!
However, at this crucial moment, I would like to make this guarantee.
If it succeeds.
Xiao Li can get a promotion.
But it didn't work.
I'm afraid I'll be stuck on the sidelines for the rest of my life.
After all, everyone could see how much Tang Lin valued Liaozhai Garden.
Sometimes, the shattering of hope is more terrifying than having no hope at all.
"Director, I'm not lying, our Liaozhai Garden really has a chance to be saved."
"Mayor, we must seize this opportunity!"
Tang Lin took the phone and turned the volume of the video to maximum.
"The Rakshasa Kingdom is 26,000 li to the east."
The voice that appeared was naturally Su Yu's.
Tang Lin only heard the first line of the lyrics.
His eyes widened involuntarily.
She was more familiar with the Rakshasa Kingdom than anyone else present.
To better promote Liaozhai Garden, Tang Lin once spent three days reading the entire book of "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio".
One of the stories tells of strange and unusual events that happened in the Kingdom of Rakshasa.
However, it's not certain yet based on just one line of lyrics.
After all, many novels on the internet nowadays also like to use the word 'Rakshasa'.
"Passing through the seven rushes and crossing the three-inch-wide yellow muddy ground of Jiaohai"
Just for that one hill of river
The river flows past Gougou Camp
The forklifter in charge of Gougou Camp was called Ma Hu.
The ten-mile flower field has a good reputation
She has two ears, shoulders, and three nostrils.
Turning his buttocks before even speaking
……
After singing a short segment.
It was during the gap when Su Yu switched from the Future Star live stream room to the Douyin live stream room.
The director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau said angrily, "Xiao Li, where did you find this video? What kind of nonsense are you singing?"
After saying that, the director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau turned to Tang Lin and said, "Mayor, this young Li is usually quite clever and hardworking. He might have been possessed by a ghost today, after all..."
The bureau chief glanced at the eerie surroundings and couldn't help but shudder.
It might really be haunted.
however.
Having already figured out the clue, Tang Lin ignored him.
See this.
The director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau thought Tang Lin was angry.
I want to explain again to salvage the situation.
But at this time.
After completing the transition, Su Yu resumed her performance.
Tang Lin quickly shouted, "Shut up!"
局长：“?0?6?6?7?0?6”
at this time.
Su Yu's singing voice once again echoed in the empty Liaozhai Garden.
But for some reason, this song was chosen to accompany this scene.
Another unique feeling.
The stable boy didn't know he was a donkey.
That bird didn't know he was a chicken.
Brothels have always pretended to be elegant
Since ancient times, fathers-in-law have been fond of a prestigious reputation.
A young man named Ma Ji came from the west.
at last.
After hearing the name "Ma Ji".
A bright smile finally appeared on Tang Lin's face.
Because the protagonist of the folk tale "Rakshasa Sea City" in "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio" is named Ma Ji.
But just as Tang Lin was about to listen further...
Gone!
"Huh? What's wrong, Xiao Li?"
Tang Lin initially thought her phone had run out of battery.
However, the glaring screen light proves that the phone still has some issues.
"Is there no signal?"
The Liaozhai Garden is not fully renovated yet, so it's normal for the signal to be weak.
As a result, Xiao Li shook his head with a wry smile: "Mayor Tang, it's not a problem with the phone, nor is it a problem with the signal, it's Lao Liu's problem."
Tang Lin is quite old, in her fifties, and is not familiar with some internet slang.
So, Xiao Li patiently explained Su Yu's actions again.