He helped the female teacher onto the recliner, covered her with a plastic poncho, and left two people, the female teacher and the female doctor, holding umbrellas. Yan and Chun waved their hands: "Let's go."
He himself followed, holding an umbrella. Director Hua also followed along, and the other two people carried it.
Watching the recliner lift up, Yan Hechun said to Zhu Zhiyuan: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhu."
"It's not hard."
Zhu Zhiyuan looked at it, thought for a while, and said: "Mayor Yan, that Shibali Slope is not easy to walk on. Is there really a Shibali Slope?"
"Absolutely." Yan Hechun frowned: "It's the road out of the mountain in the past. It's not easy to walk. There may be one in Shibali."
On the eighteen-mile mountain road, one person still had to be carried, and it was still raining. Zhu Zhiyuan was not optimistic about it. He thought about it and said, "Let me go with you. Maybe I can help carry him on the way."
"That's so embarrassing." Yan Hechun was polite.
"It's okay, I'm strong." Zhu Zhiyuan bent his arm.
With his figure, he was very convincing, so Yan Hechun stopped being polite to him and said, "Then there is Mr. Lao Zhu."
Zhu Zhiyuan reversed the car, parked it in a spacious place, held an umbrella, and followed.
He was actually thinking that if the 18-mile slope was blocked by a mudslide, he would have no choice but to call and dispatch a helicopter.
But once again things took him by surprise.
After walking two or three miles, the flashlight flashed in front of me. Four or five people were waiting on the roadside. They flashed their flashlights from a distance: "Mayor Yan?"
"It's me." Yan and Chun greeted him.
A middle-aged man opposite said to Yan Hechun: "Mr. Lu, are you okay? Come on, lift it up, work harder, and hurry up."
Several people he brought came up immediately and replaced the two people who had previously carried the recliner.
With the new force, the speed immediately accelerated.
Zhu Zhiyuan had no use for it, so he followed behind.
After walking another three or four miles, there was another flashlight flashing in front of them. They were the same four or five people, led by a crew chief. When they met, the crew chief said, "Teacher Lu is here to teach. Among the students, there are also children from our Xiaozhu Village. For this section, we from Xiaozhucun will carry it and replace it."
With a wave of his hand, the person he brought was immediately replaced by the person in front.
After walking another three or four miles, there was actually another group of people waiting, saying the same thing: "This section, we are coming to Xinbei Village."
Their people were also replaced immediately.
In this way, every three or four miles, there is a villager waiting to be replaced.
It was the middle of the night and it was still raining.
This is thanks to telecommunications, and the base station on the top of the mountain allows all villages to have phone calls.
But just having a phone isn't enough. Someone has to be willing to step in on a rainy night like this.
Zhu Zhiyuan was inexplicably moved as he watched people from the five villages taking over one after another to send the female teacher out without stopping.
After leaving Shibalipo, the road outside was good. I had called early and there was an ambulance waiting at the intersection. Zhu Zhiyuan and his gang did not need to get in the ambulance and returned the same way.
Yan and Chun also came back and took Zhu Zhiyuan's car together. Back to the town, Yan and Chun also thanked Zhu Zhiyuan: "Thank you, Mr. Zhu."
"I didn't do anything." Zhu Zhiyuan said modestly, said goodbye to Yan Hechun and others, and went back to his room.
Hearing the noise, Deng Xin became drowsy. When she saw Zhu Zhiyuan, Deng Xin asked, "How's it going?"
"They were sent to the hospital, but it wasn't my car that sent them out." Zhu Zhiyuan told what happened, and Deng Xin was surprised: "They were carried out on the Shibali Mountain Road. This is not easy. The mountain road is difficult to walk, and it's also raining. .”
"It's difficult to walk." Zhu Zhiyuan recalled the process, and those lights that were always waiting on the road seemed to still be in front of him.
"The people here are pretty good." He sighed.
It was almost dawn at this time, and Zhu Zhiyuan didn't want to sleep anymore. He went to take a shower, but he was caught in the rain and felt sticky and uncomfortable.
After taking a shower, Deng Xin groaned when she saw him getting dressed.
"What's wrong?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"I still want to sleep." Deng Xin said with a nasal voice, very tired.
"You go to sleep."
"Yeah." Deng Xin twisted there.
Under the orange bedside lamp, she looked like a flesh bug.
Seeing Zhu Zhiyuan looking over, Deng Xin twisted even harder: "Hold me to sleep."
"Forget it, don't sleep anymore, let me tell you something."
Zhu Zhiyuan said, got on the bed, leaned on the bed rail, and lit a cigarette.
He was very addicted to cigarettes in his previous life. In this life, he usually did not smoke, but something would often trigger him, as if the switch of his cigarette addiction in his previous life was triggered. He always wanted to light one, but he did not necessarily smoke, just light it up.
Deng Xin got into his arms, but she didn't hate the smell of his cigarette. Instead, there was a hint of obsession in her eyes when she looked at him.
Women are like this, when they like a man, they will like everything about him.
“More than 520,000 people attended the Yangmei Festival in Hushan, and nearly 530,000 tourists visited.”
"I know." Deng Xin said: "During that period, our secretary sent people to keep an eye on it every day, and then he sighed all day long."
"Really?" Zhu Zhiyuan was amused.
However, he could imagine that Fulin Municipal Party Committee Secretary listened to the report and wondered how many people had gone there today and how much money these people would spend. The numbers that were added up day by day would put a lot of pressure on Fulin Municipal Party Committee Secretary.
"Yes." Deng Xin said: "When we were secretary, we were just like a resentful woman who fell out of favor."
This metaphor made Zhu Zhiyuan laugh out loud and said: "Your secretary Ren is a man, right?"
"It's a man, but during that time..." Deng Xin said, laughing to herself: "To be honest, I really think that you are the emperor and she is a concubine in the cold palace, and I hope you will favor him. "
"Hey." Zhu Zhiyuan shuddered exaggeratedly: "I'm not interested in men."
Deng Xin chuckled.
"Where did I come from?" Zhu Zhiyuan said, reaching out and spanking Deng Xin's fat buttocks: "Don't interrupt."
Deng Xin giggled at him, her eyes were as charming as silk, and her hands made small movements on his chest.
Snapped.
Zhu Zhiyuan slapped her again: "Put your hands down, don't speak or move."
Deng Xin took back his hand and just smiled, his eyes filled with water.
She liked this man so much.
Zhu Zhiyuan took a puff of cigarette and said: "This year it is 520,000. We estimate that for the Yangmei Festival tomorrow, it will be at least 1 million, and possibly 2 to 3 million."
"Will you do it next year?" Deng Xin was surprised.
"It's necessary." Zhu Zhiyuan nodded: "Otherwise, we will lose money this year."
"That's right." Deng Xin said, "I heard that the purpose of your bayberry festival is to attract tourists to the Tiger Leaping Gorge Scenic Area, right?"
"yes."
"Tiger Leaping Gorge." Deng Xin frowned slightly.
"What's wrong?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"I haven't been there," Deng Xin said, "but our secretary secretly sent someone to see it."
"How about it?"
"Tell the truth." Deng Xin looked into his eyes.
Seeing that she still didn't put down her hand, Zhu Zhiyuan snapped again: "Tell the truth, if you play tricks with me, I'll beat your ass to pieces."
"Ah." Deng Xin exclaimed exaggeratedly and said, "Our secretary is not very optimistic about it."
"What's the reason?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"The scenery is not outstanding, there is nothing special about it." Deng Xin thought for a while and said: "And it is in the ravine. It is not famous in history. There is no humanities and history attached, so tourists generally have little interest."
"Yeah." Zhu Zhiyuan nodded.
"But what Secretary Ren said may not necessarily be right." Deng Xin looked at Zhu Zhiyuan: "He still admires you very much. He said that this technique is very subtle, but Tiger Leaping Gorge may not be able to catch it."
"His view is correct." Zhu Zhiyuan said: "But he only knows one, not the other."
"What's the second one?" Deng Xin suddenly became interested.
