Become a legend in Hong Kong

"Gang Leader, it is difficult to say that tourism is a thing, but it is not that difficult in fact. What matters is adapting to local conditions. The premise of everything lies in the word 'development'..."

In the Juyi Hall with the sky as its roof and surrounded by air, Liao Wenjie was instilling the concept of tourism into Zhizunbao. Although ten of his sentences were deceptive,...

There's nothing wrong with it, isn't it just deceiving people when engaging in tourism?

Zhizunbao felt dizzy when he heard it, and he didn't understand the reason. It can be seen that the second master was either bowing his head in deep thought, or smiling knowingly. He couldn't help but grinning when he heard the excitement. He picked up the wine bowl and ate the golden verses as an appetizer. Then he nodded again and again.

Even the second boss’ pig brain can understand it, there’s no reason why he can’t understand it.

The blind man had many questions and felt that something was wrong with what Liao Wenjie said, because Zhizunbao and the second master both nodded in agreement and said nothing, not wanting to stand out and become the stupidest one in the crowd.

Liao Wenjie blew for a long time, and when he saw that Zhizunbao and others were beginning to enter the sculptural state of thinkers, he stopped spitting and gave them some time to slow down.

It finally stopped. If it doesn’t stop, I will fall asleep and can’t pretend anymore!

Zhizunbao raised his hand to wipe away the cold sweat and said with a serious face: "Strategic Advisor, what you said makes sense, but I'm honest. I have considered these before, but I had to give up due to reality, for example..."

He raised his hand and pointed, seeing desolation on all sides: "Wuyue Mountain is a hundred miles away from the barren mountains and rivers. Apart from sand, it is barren land. There are not many green plants. It cannot be developed at all. How can we adapt to local conditions?"

"Gang Leader, you have misunderstood."

"How?"

"All the mountains in the world are beautiful, but I am alone on the lonely peak."

Liao Wenjie first quoted a poem, and then said in the tone of a military advisor: "The important thing is not the scenery, but the concept. You have to instill in those who come to Wuyue Mountain a concept that the scenery here is unique."

Zhizunbao was in awe: "Military advisor, please elaborate, I may understand."

The title of "strategist" became more popular with Zhizunbao. In fact, as long as he was not allowed to be his younger brother, it was okay to call him Liao Wenjie as gang leader.

In his heart, the leader of the gang is only temporary, and he will be overthrown one day if he is not protected, but his younger brother is a lifelong matter, and he must not bow his head and submit.

"Gangzhu, tourism is one of the service industries. There is a fundamental in providing services. What we sell is not commodities, but concepts!"

Liao Wenjie looked solemn: "In other words, it is actually a good thing that birds in Wuyue Mountain don't poop. What's wrong with the poor mountains and poor water? Are some other scenic spots poor?"

Zhizunbao thought about it for a while, and realized that this was true, and agreed: "That's really not the case. All other places have beautiful mountains and clear waters, but Wuyue Mountain is the only place where not a hair grows, as if it has been sterilized."

"That's right, they don't deserve to be poor!"

Liao Wenjie first affirmed and then continued: "So, poor mountains and poor waters are our concept. Wuyue Mountain is unique, and it is too poor to find a branch. Things are rare and valuable. This is the advantage of our Ax Gang and the concept we want to promote. "

"But you are still poor!"

"Gang Leader, you will know after you try it. Besides, people who come to Wuyue Mountain to travel are not there to see the scenery, but to take photos and post them on WeChat and have a toilet. It doesn't matter to them whether they are poor or not."

"What?"

"Ahem, I went astray..."

For a moment, Liao Wenjie changed the subject and said, "It doesn't matter if you are poor, as long as you are ambitious. The gang leader can start from the businessmen who have passed by. When they are having fun, they will naturally help promote it. Gradually, Wuyue Mountain becomes famous. Naturally there will be artificial concepts to consume.”

"Is there really such a person?" Zhizunbao still didn't believe it.

"Really!"

Liao Wenjie nodded meaningfully. Everyone thinks they are smart and don't think they are stupid, but the fact is that the IQ tax can never be paid in full.

Seeing Liao Wenjie's vow, Zhizunbao decided to give it a try.

Anyway, idle is idle.

With connections from the government, the Ax Gang and an officially certified serious escort agency have a business foundation, so there is no need to worry about their retreat. Besides, Wuyue Mountain was developed by Heifeng Village decades ago. For the Ax Gang, tourism is a business without capital. It doesn't matter if it fails. They can just take it for fun.

"Commander, I have another problem, which seems to be quite serious."

Zhizunbao said tangledly: "It's good to start with businessmen first, but... they may not come!"

Liao Wenjie had just arrived and was not sure about the reputation of the Ax Gang. As the leader of the gang, he was very confident about it. When the surrounding towns and villages and walking businessmen mentioned the Ax Gang, everyone in the area would bow in respect.

Liao Wenjie smiled slightly, raised his eyebrows and said: "Gang leader, you have fallen into a misunderstanding again. There are thirty people in the Ax Gang, each with a short axe. If they don't come, you can invite them!"

"Hiss--"

In Zhizunbao's eyes that gradually brightened, Liao Wenjie continued: "As for how to make money from them, it's even simpler. Just pay for food, pay for drinking water, and then build accommodation, bathhouses, farmhouses, etc. Apply for an annual card and hold a seven-day happy feedback event..."

"The simplest thing is to let the blind man set up a stall at the entrance of Juyi Hall to sell tourist souvenirs, with thirty axes on them. Who dares not to pay?"

"Wonderful!"

Zhizunbao was so shocked that he held Liao Wenjie's hand: "I understand, I will raise funds to open a brothel in Wuyue Mountain."

Liao Wenjie: ())

Terrifying, he is worthy of being the reincarnation of the Monkey King, a male who was greeted by the Buddha. As expected, he possesses the root of wisdom and immediately understood the essence of the service industry.

However, isn't it a bit too much to go straight to the brothel? Could it be that you have your own ideas, so you are using it for personal gain?

"Hateful!"

Having determined the future development policy of Wuyue Mountain, Zhizunbao sighed and beat his chest, clutching Liao Wenjie's hand and refusing to let go: "Why, why did it take me until I was thirty years old to meet the military advisor? Why didn't I do it earlier? Why are there so many people around me? They are a bunch of idiots...except you, the military advisor."

"I'm also confused about this. Why were there so many idiots here before I came here?"

"..."x2

The two stared at each other, Zhizunbao waiting for Liao Wenjie to finish breathing heavily, and the latter smiled slightly: "Just kidding, there are many talents around the gang leader. The second boss and the blind man are like sleeping dragons and phoenixes. With their assistance, the gang leader can achieve a great career. It’s a matter of time.”

Zhizunbao looked disgusted: "They are still sleeping dragons and phoenixes, but as a military advisor, you are about the same."

"It shouldn't be done, it shouldn't be done."

Liao Wenjie waved his hands repeatedly, pointed at the blind man and the second master and said: "Gang leader, look at the second master, then look at the blind man. The ancients said that when there is a vision, there must be something extraordinary, and I am referring to them."

So that’s it, no wonder I have so much hair on my body, it turns out I’m destined to be extraordinary!

Zhizunbao nodded secretly, and then firmly refused to admit that the second master and the blind man also had this qualification, and said disdainfully: "The blind man has any visions, is he bald? As for the second master, he is not ugly, and has no characteristics at all. Worse than a blind man.”

"You can't say that, like the second boss..."

Liao Wenjie frowned and looked at the second boss, who was picking his feet with one hand and drinking from a bowl with the other. Seeing Liao Wenjie looking over, he quietly stopped the rough man's behavior of picking his feet, elegantly grabbed the leg of lamb and stuffed it into his mouth, with a chicken coop head and a big black face. , grinning, there are still threads of flesh between the teeth.

If you want to suffer, this bullshit cannot be blown away.

Even if he couldn't open his mouth, he still had to force it. Liao Wenjie clenched his fist and coughed twice: "Gang leader, look at his majestic posture of holding a bowl, can ordinary people do it?"

"..."

Zhizunbao rolled his eyes and was too lazy to waste time on the second master. He jumped to the next topic: "Commander, I wanted to ask you before. When we parted last time, you said you were going to Shaolin Temple to get me the Great Return Pill to treat me for seven days." Shangquan, have you got the stuff?"

"That's for sure not!"

Liao Wenjie said matter-of-factly: "I told you, the gang leader, that I got together in a group at the Shaolin Temple, snatched a horse and came to join you."

Speaking of this, he took out a map and complained: "I thought that with such an impressive name as Wuyue Mountain, I could find it with just a little inquiry. I never thought that the name was loud but not famous at all. Fortunately, the blind man gave me the name at that time. I have a map, otherwise the gang leader will miss me as a strategist."

"Mother's, there is still this matter!"

Zhizunbao became angry when he heard it. He took the map and saw that it was indeed the case.

On a scrawled hand-copied map, there are five raised tildes with

The Supreme Treasure glared at the blind man angrily, thinking that if he died one day, the second boss and the blind man would definitely contribute.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, his resentment level exploded, and the Supreme Treasure let out a cry from the depths of his soul.

If it weren't for these two fishermen who repeatedly caused Tang Seng to be caught, how could he be too exhausted to continue to learn the scriptures? If he hadn't been too lazy to learn the scriptures and conspired with the Bull Demon King to stew Tang Seng in wine, so what? Will he be punished by Guanyin?

The chaotic shouts were ignored by Zhizunbao. He slapped his hands on the table and said, "You losers, eat quickly. After you finish eating, you can do the rest."

"Daniu, Erhu, go and clean up the black shop. No matter what you think of, you must fill the bathhouse with water."

"Second Master, you lead someone to kidnap a group of customers, let them live in a black shop for two days, buy their products at low prices, and then sell them to them as souvenirs at high prices. You must do a great job with your first order!"

"Blind man, you..."

"You have to draw this map for me a hundred times. You won't be allowed to eat until you finish drawing it!"

…

The Ax Gang's vigorous whitewashing operation began. Zhizunbao took drastic measures to make a fortune through tourism, and realized the proliferation of brothels in Wuyue Mountain, and finally became comfortable with the dream of a rent collector.

In response to that sentence, dreams are very basic, but reality is like an empty urn with not a single bone left in it.

Good news spreads thousands of miles, and bad news spreads thousands of miles. The Ax Gang's shameless money-grabbing behavior spreads around the area. The businessmen who originally pinched their noses and recognized it would rather take a long way around than go to Wuyue Mountain.

In addition to making a huge profit on the first day of opening, Ax Gang was unemployed for the remaining six days.

Zhizunbao suspected that the second boss was not doing enough work and had pocketed all the money and water, so he went out to pick up the guests himself.

It can also be said to be a robber.

On the only way to and from Wuyue Mountain, the large number of merchants disappeared, and there were only a few pedestrians, all of whom were penniless poor people.

After six days in a row, Zhizunbao lost a lot of weight.

Without him, he stayed with the second boss and other ugly guys every day. Even looking at the sow, Zhizunbao felt that he was pretty, and for a moment, he felt compassionate and couldn't bear to exploit these poor people. He thought that making less money would be a good thing, so he started working in his old profession and got a lot of money. He jumped out of the grass with an ax and forcibly escorted them across the mountain on the grounds that there were robbers and thieves in the mountain.

In the Juyi Hall, Zhizunbao supported his waist and talked about the recent situation, saying that the conditions did not allow it and the tourism industry really could not be developed.

Liao Wenjie's eyes widened when he heard this. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally understood what Zhizunbao's previous profession was.

I bet this guy is really in the flesh business.

"Commander, don't look at me like that, I don't want to either."

Zhizunbao waved his hands repeatedly and turned his head to look at the sky: "I kindly gave it away to others, but I didn't expect that not many people who gave money were willing to pay with their own hands. If I didn't accept it, it would be like my work was in vain, so I had to grit my teeth and agree."

Liao Wenjie felt contempt in his heart, and wrote a poem to ridicule: "If you want to refuse, you still welcome Luo Yi. I don't know if you are a guest or a chicken. I am traveling penniless in the mountains. I am so tired that I help the master hold his waist."

"What a poem, what a military commander!"

Zhizunbao clapped his hands and praised, not understanding the disdain in it at all.

"The gang leader has given me the award. I only know a little bit about poetry writing."

"The military advisor must be humble. I guessed it when I first met you. You can always do culture."

"The same goes for the gang leader. Even before we met, I knew that you can always play with colors."

During the business exchange, Liao Wenjie responded with overt praise and innuendo, and then discussed the management of Wuyue Mountain with Zhizunbao.

Poor management can be a real headache.

Liao Wenjie knew such a case of poor management. There was a state-owned enterprise in a certain country. After many years of establishment, it only completed one order. It was also ridiculed by wealthy buyers for not having seen the world. Due to poor performance, it had to change its business. It sadly relied on express delivery to survive. livelihood.

It sounds miserable when you hear it.

The two of them spent a long time together, but in the end they couldn't talk about anything. They decided to wait and see before talking.

It's understandable, because neither of them thought about running the tourism industry seriously. There was no purpose, so the process was naturally perfunctory.

Although Zhizunbao talks about his ambition all day long, and he almost believes it, in fact, he is just a salted fish at heart, living a confused but happy life by eating and waiting for death.

Liao Wenjie proposed to travel to make money, but he just found an excuse to stay in the Ax Gang. This time, he had no clue about the journey of spiritual training.

To put the facts and be reasonable, the script was written by Buddhists because it was very important. The Buddha's big bag did not allow the ending to be reversed, so Liao Wenjie had no idea what he was going to do, or what he shouldn't do, so he could only mess around and waste time. Time, and strive to have a few more chicken legs in the lunch box when the project is completed.

…

On this day, the sun was shining brightly.

The sun's halo suddenly swayed, and the world was quiet, just pretending that nothing happened.

A dwarf donkey entered the mountain and walked slowly towards the location of the Ax Gang on the yellow sand.

The rider is wearing a black robe, and the black gauze of the hat hangs down to cover his face, revealing the white hands outside the sleeves.

Between the five fingers, there is a peach blossom.

The wind swept the fine sand, and the graceful figure of the rider was vaguely visible. She was a weak woman.