Since the beginning of March, Lu Xuzhang of the General Administration of Tourism has almost been running smoothly.

Having just sent away his brother-in-law Bao Yugang, who sponsored the "Zhaolong Hotel", he also presided over the groundbreaking ceremony of the 37-story "Jinling Hotel" in Nanjing...

In 1978, the number of tourists entering the country reached 1.8 million, exceeding the total number of arrivals in the previous 20 years.

By 1979, this figure had soared to 4.2 million.

As Lu Xuzhang just said to Jiangshan, many cities are currently trying their best to build hotels and restaurants.

But when the critical moment comes, organizations that cannot come up with funds will not be able to organize themselves.

But others can ignore it, but Lu Xuzhang, who is a direct film supervisor, cannot ignore it.

After all, he is in charge of the tourism bureau, not the transportation brigade.

You can't drag foreign guests all over the place as soon as they arrive.

So, Lu Xuzhang dug out his small address book and called his international relations department one by one.

In this way, Singaporean overseas Chinese Tao Xinbo, who believed that even if the policy changed, he would donate to the motherland, made the decision to return to Nanjing and invest in the construction of the "Jinling Hotel".

Bao Yugang, who donated tens of millions of dollars, was granted the naming rights of Bao's father's "Zhaolong" hotel under pressure from Bureau Lu.

In addition, there are many tourism infrastructure projects that are still going through the process.

However, including hotels that have already implemented projects, even if they obtain sponsorship, they still have to repay considerable international loans for many years in the future.

Take the start-up capital of the "Jianguo Hotel" on the roadside as an example. Chen Xuanyuan, an American overseas Chinese, paid US$10 million out of his own pocket, and the Yanjing government provided another US$10 million.

After that, the Chinese side held 51% of the shares and Chen Xuanyuan held 49% of the shares, and the cooperation lasted for ten years.

At the end of the ten-year period, China can buy out all the shares held by Chen Xuanyuan for $1.

This contract was obviously beneficial to the Chinese side, but it also caused the organization to debate it for a long time.

Because the national treasury, which has already bottomed out, cannot afford the tens of millions of dollars invested in Jianguo Hotel.

All this money will come from HSBC and Citigroup's low-interest loans.

This means that in the first few years of hotel construction and operation, the organization cannot retain much foreign exchange.

…

At this moment, he looked at Jiang Shan's leaving figure and then glanced at the Jianguo Hotel construction site next to him.

Lu Xuzhang slowly closed the car window: "I'm afraid this kid still doesn't know that even if it is an attractive tourist facility, we can't spare any extra funds to build it."

"Indeed," Hou Xijiu nodded: "Although we also want to generate income and foreign exchange as soon as possible, it is... difficult!"

"Still too young." Bureau Lu smiled and shook his head.

Although Hou Xijiu didn't believe that the young man just now could really bring about any quick way to earn foreign exchange, he would also develop better and better methods of making money as he went on.

But he had to introduce the truth to Director Lu:

"However, although this little comrade looks young, he has helped Pujiang's many products achieve considerable sales overseas."

"oh?"

"According to my investigation, this reporter Jiang also produced a sand painting advertisement for the "Silk Road" in 1978.

It is precisely because of this advertisement that the export orders of several domestic silk fabric factories have returned to a situation on par with Japan."

"Really?" After hearing this, Director Lu couldn't help but look at Hou Xijiu in the rearview mirror: "What do you mean, that kid's words are reliable?"

"At least in terms of advertising, it's worth looking forward to."

"..." Director Lu was silent for a few seconds: "This was also my original purpose of meeting him. As for the rest... let's drive!"

…

Dayabao Hutong, Huang Yongyu's Mansion.

The old people who had dismissed the meal at noon gathered here one after another.

"Did you see that?"

Huang Yongyu, who was surrounded in the middle, knocked on a pile of photos on the table: "This is the guard platoon that protects us, and this is the cooking company responsible for cooking for us."

Wang Shixiang pointed to other photos: "This is the captain's suite assigned to us by Diaoyutai according to our rank.

Did you see these Hongqi vehicles? We were picked up by them into the Diaoyutai."

"Originally, I said we could just have a casual meal in the Four Seasons Hall in Building 2,"

Huang Yongyu clicked on the photo of the Four Seasons Hall: "But the comrade in charge of the reception disagreed and insisted on asking us to move to the State Banquet Hall for dinner."

"We have no choice," Wang Shixiang said as if he had no choice but to go to the state banquet.

Listening to the constant conversations in their ears, Zhu Jiazhu, Qi Gong, and Xu Bangda really didn't want to believe it.

But faced with the photos spread across the table, they had to admit this reality.

Zhu Jiazhu: "You...really entered the Diaoyutai?"

Qi Gong: "And you still live in it?"

Xu Bangda grabbed a photo with Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang in the front and the People's Liberation Army in the back: "Why do they send soldiers to protect you? What do you have to defend?"

"Old Xu," Wang Shixiang patted Old Xu: "Although we really have nothing to protect, we can't let down the organization's intentions!"

"No, no," Huang Yongyu smiled and held his pipe in his mouth: "Absolutely not."

Looking at the photo, Yongyu and Shixiang are sitting on the sofa soaking their feet.

Shen Congwen suddenly felt that the Fangshan snacks in his hands no longer tasted good.

"It's okay if you don't take me with you when you go to Pujiang. It will be the same when you return to Yanjing." Shen Congwen stared at the people in the room and said:

"It doesn't matter that Diaoyutai is inconvenient. Why didn't you call me when you went to Fangshan for dinner?"

"That's right," Zhu Jiaxin said, "Why don't you want to call Teacher Shen?"

Xu Bangda: "Yongyu, I have to criticize you for this matter."

"It's not just that he didn't call you when he went to the Pujiang River," Qigong said, "he didn't call you when he went to the moon!"

"What," this sentence shocked everyone Shen: "Where did you just say he was?"

"How's it going? Doesn't the photo look exciting?"

Huang Yongyu laughed, found a few photos and handed them to his cousin: "It's not that I won't take you with me, it's mainly because I'm afraid of causing trouble to Xiao Jiang."

The talkative Shen Congwen looked at the photo with surprise: "What's going on with this photo?"

"These are what that boy from Jiangshan did...what is this?"

Wang Shixiang: "Advertising shooting set."

"Really?" Zhu Jiazhu: "How big is this place?"

"It's just one classroom, but he said he would build a bigger one in the future."

"If you didn't mention Jiangshan, I would have forgotten," Shen Congwen said, "I haven't thanked Brother Boju properly for changing the ward."

"What does that child have to do with us?" Huang Yongyu: "I said thank you and left."

Shen Congwen: "But you can't..."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the yard.

"Excuse me, does Teacher Huang live here?"

"..." Huang Yongyu was startled: "Did I hear correctly?"

Wang Shixiang got up and went to open the door: "Is it Jiangshan?"

When I opened the door, I saw that the outside was really refreshing, with Comrade Jiangshan smiling in his eyes.

Standing with him was Yu Sigui, who was smiling like a flower.

"Uncle, we meet again!"

…

"You guys get busy, I'll go back to sleep first!"

"Don't forget to go to Tingli Restaurant for dinner tomorrow at noon!"

"Don't worry, Xiao Jiang, I won't forget it."

When Shen Congwen walked out of Huang's house happily.

In Huang Yongyu's study, only Wang Shixiang, Zhu Jiaxin, Jiang Shan and Yu Sigui were left.

At this moment, the four people in the room were bending over the table, each doing their own thing.

Zhu Jiaxin, who was holding his hands behind his back, looked at Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang who were playing with knives.

After a while, he stood in Jiangshan again, looking at the paintings behind Yu Sigui.

"After we left at noon," Zhu Jiazhu asked, "The leader of the tourism bureau came to find you about this matter?"

"Well," Jiang Shan said, holding the pen in his hand, "you must have never imagined that they were already staring at us while we were eating."
To be continued...