My abandoned oil town became a new frontier

"With the style of Binghu Village, the grass-roots team is not that good, but there is definitely a gap compared to those big groups."

Someone casually replied to the old man and then said,

"But everyone should be satisfied. We have not had an opera in Asai County for many years. It would be great to have one now. And since it is the Binghu Village Theater Troupe, it should be performed frequently in the future."

"That's true. How about charging money?"

The uncle nodded in deep agreement and then said.

Now that I think about it, I really miss the days when I used to watch big shows at night.

Once the theater tickets are bought, the neighbors sit in front of the stage with small stools for most of the day. After the night show is over, they eat some snacks and finally go home.

After so many years, various images still flash through my mind from time to time.

"Who is asking the audience to pay for their opera performances these days?"

A middle-aged man next to him immediately took over the conversation.

"But if we don't charge money, how can the Binghu Village Theater Company support itself? It won't close down like the county theater group again."

Upon hearing it,

A trace of worry flashed across the uncle's face.

Except for the urban area, the counties under the jurisdiction of Jiuge City are basically vast and sparsely populated. The village's economy basically relies on working outside, and there is no money to spend money like some villages in the central region.

This was also the reason why the Asai County Theater Troupe could not survive back then.

"I don't know about this. Anyway, let's watch this first before talking about it."

After a moment of silence, someone said something.

When one person spoke, others spoke in agreement.

"That's right, no one can predict what will happen next. You can only watch it one by one."

"All right"

The uncle sighed, then silently walked to the side and dialed a number on the senior phone.

"Hey, drag your mother to Binghu Village the day after tomorrow."

The uncle said.

"Ah? Why are you dragging my mother to Ice Lake Village? My mother is not ill."

The next moment, a man's voice came from the phone.

"It's not about seeing a doctor. There's going to be an opera in Binghu Village the day after tomorrow. I want your mother to come and see it too."

The uncle said.

"Singing opera? Real or fake?"

There was a hint of surprise and surprise in the voice on the phone.

Although watching a play in a theater is a fond memory for adults and aunts, it is also a childhood memory for some middle-aged men.

I couldn't understand it when I was young, but as I grew older I still couldn't understand it, but I liked the tune more and more.

"Really, the drama reports are out."

"Okay, I'll tell my mother and bring the kids with me! Let them see the drama in the countryside."

Soon there was another voice on the phone.

The old man calling his son was not an isolated incident. As time went by, it began to happen one after another at the entrance of the village health room and the beef noodle restaurant.

That's not all,

The response from the vendor area was greater than that from the village clinic.

After a period of word-of-mouth promotion, all fifty stalls in the vendor area have now been rented out, including the two-story color steel buildings surrounding the vendor area.

"Do you really want to sing?"

A boss who sells sugar-roasted chestnuts rubbed his hands in excitement after hearing this.

As a stall owner with more than ten years of experience, he naturally knows what singing opera means in rural areas.

If the normal daily turnover is two to three thousand, it can at least be doubled several times during the singing period.

"real!"

"How many days?"

After confirmation, the boss asked excitedly.

"It seems like just one day at the moment."

The insider replied.

"It's only one day. Why not do it for a few more days?"

The boss suddenly felt a little disappointed.

"Because there was team building at Bonfire Square the day after the performance, so we could only do it for one day."

"That's right. It would be great if we could do it for a week straight."

Hearing the reason, the boss sighed.

Binghu Village still mainly serves team building or out-of-town tourists. To put it bluntly, the Binghu Village Clinic serves the villagers of Binghu Village, and other local people just follow and take advantage of it.

They have no reason to ask Ice Lake Cultural Tourism to do anything.

"It's better than nothing. There hasn't been any opera singing in Asai County for many years. There are probably a lot of people here on this day! Especially those old men and women."

Next to him, an oden seller took over the conversation.

"That's true, then I'll prepare some goods in advance!"

The fried chestnut boss nodded.

"Old Wang, don't rush to stock up now. First post on WeChat Moments or a short video to promote it."

At this time, a boss selling grilled sausages said something.

"Post to Moments?"

The chestnut roasting boss was stunned for a moment and then suddenly realized,

"Look at my brain, how could I forget about this? This must be publicized. The more people who come to Binghu Village the day after tomorrow, the better."

"necessary!"

This is true on the outside, but within Ice Lake Cultural Tourism, this drama report also caused a lot of discussion.

Binghu Supermarket,

A cashier who was handling the goods hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but look at the supermarket manager behind the counter, Wang Qian.

"Sister Qian, can I discuss something with you?"

the cashier said.

"What's wrong? Tell me!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Qian immediately put down her work.

"Sister Qian, I want my mother to come to Binghu Village the day after tomorrow. She may not be able to come back at night! Can you squeeze in with me in our dormitory?"

The cashier looked at Wang Qian sheepishly.

They came to Binghu Village relatively early and lived in a double dormitory!

The cashier and Wang Qian happened to be in the same dormitory.

"The day after tomorrow? Do you want to bring your mother over to watch the show?"

Wang Qian suddenly thought of something and said immediately.

"Well! My old lady hasn't seen a play in real life for several years, and she talks about it a lot, so I thought I'd take this opportunity to watch one again.

But you know our accommodation in Binghu Village is not as good as ordinary hotels.”

The cashier sighed.

"What did I think? There must be no problem! But after you said that, I thought we should also take over our old lady. She also knows how to feed chickens and cows at home every day."

Wang Qian nodded and said again.

"That's great. The two old ladies can still chat when they come."

The cashier was delighted.

"Okay, then it's settled!"

"Um!"

Time flies and it’s night in a blink of an eye.

In the past, when information was not very developed, it might take a long time to spread a piece of information, but in today's Internet age, it only takes a few hours to make a person popular, let alone spread a local piece of information.

Especially since they are all locals!

Family groups, relative groups, village groups, etc. have been reported everywhere in Binghu Village.

For example, "If you want to go to Binghu Village to watch a movie the day after tomorrow, do you have a ride? Two people can pay for it!" "If your second uncle is going to Binghu Village the day after tomorrow, bring my grandma with you." "I'm going to Binghu Village the day after tomorrow. There are still three days left to go back and forth on the same day. Various messages such as "Sit down" came one after another.

Even the elderly in the county are starting to take action.

It’s as if the audition in Binghu Village has been treated as a grand event!

to this end,

All the tickets for the special bus line to Binghu Village the day after tomorrow have been booked in advance, and even the phone number at the campground reception desk was almost full.

The difference from last time is that

The calls I made today were all about information like whether ordinary hotels were open, how many days the show in Binghu Village would last, and so on.

At this time, Yiyuan, Xu Xing’s room,

Xue Yutian looked at Xu Xing with some embarrassment.

"Xiao Xu, I didn't expect that just posting a audition report would cause such a big commotion. I guess there will be a lot of people in Binghu Village the day after tomorrow."

Opposite the tea table, Zhong Ruofei, Liu Ming and others were there.

"Brother Xue, this is a good thing. What are you worried about?"

Seeing Xue Yutian's expression, Xu Xing couldn't help but laugh.

"A good thing? But our Binghu Village's reception capacity is limited, and it's getting colder now. I'm worried if there are too many people."

Xue Yutian said.

"That's right, Lao Xue! This is really a good thing for our Binghu Village. If we come here two more times, we can hope to pay off all the debts before New Year's Day."

Opposite him, Zhong Ruofei also smiled.

Now there are more and more ways to make money in Binghu Village, and almost all businesses will experience explosive growth.

Not to mention anything else,

Business at gas stations will definitely hit a new high on this day.

The most important thing is that the customized bags sold for 5 million, plus the accumulated income from Guanque Tower, Yiyuan and team building activities in the past month, plus the reduction of project expenses! Now the funds that can be mobilized by Binghu Village Cultural Tourism have exceeded 20 million.

There is only over 10 million left from the 38 million arrears.

As expected, the property title certificate will be retrieved from the Su Province Notary Office next month.

by that time,

The development of Ice Lake Cultural Tourism will usher in a new stage.

"These people don't have to worry about coming here to eat now. After all, all the fifty stalls in the vendor area have been rented out. What about the ones to live in?"

Xue Yutian couldn't help but say again.

If you remember correctly, the last private-enterprise linkage organized by Jiuge Petrochemical was also because he asked two old buddies to help, which ultimately triggered the explosion.

At that time, the whole village was extremely passive, and there was a huge traffic jam on National Highway 215.

As a result, he couldn't feel satisfied when he came again this time.

"You don't have to worry too much about staying! Watching a theater is different from waiting in line to get a number to see patients. Many people will go back in the evening.

As long as we build a large parking lot at the end of the village in advance these two days to guide traffic flow and avoid traffic jams.

In addition, we need to prepare our employees in advance. Now there are two purchasing trucks running back and forth to Jiuge City every day. Can we still not supply this event? "

Xu Xing picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Is this okay? But our village is 150 kilometers away from the county seat. If we go back at night?"

Xue Yutian's expression became slightly more natural.

"Sure, no problem! I'll call the South Street Office tomorrow to ask how the progress is at the police office? It should be said or not, this must be done."

Xu Xing said again.

Binghu Village is 150 kilometers away from the county seat, but some villages are not in the county seat, so it won't take that long to get back.

"All right!"

At this point, Xue Yutian felt a little more at ease.

"Old Xue, to be honest, I'm not worried at all about the drama. What I'm worried about now is your wedding."

opposite,

Seeing Xue Yutian's expression, Zhong Ruofei laughed.