After eating, Chen Guobin pulled Zhao Yaqin out of the street and came to a small river in the east of the town. The flowing water of the small bridge in the wilderness suddenly became much more purified, and he felt relaxed and happy.

Chen Guobin stopped the car and the two stood by the river and breathed the fresh air comfortably. Although they didn't say anything, they had a tacit understanding.

Going further east here, there is the towering Mufu Mountain, like a huge screen. The top is now covered by a large white mist, and the true face cannot be seen.

After being in charge of Pingjiang, Zhao Yaqin focused her work on tourism. The Mufu Mountain, known as the Forest Park, was naturally an important object of her attention. At this time, she suddenly had the idea of ​​going to see it.

She looked back at Chen Guobin and said nothing: "I want to go up the mountain."

Chen Guobin's heart suddenly tightened, and he nodded relievedly: "Then go, but we don't go up to the top of the mountain, just get halfway up the mountain. The top of the mountain is full of fog, and I can't see anything."

"Okay." Zhao Yaqin responded lightly, less serious than usual, after all, she asked for a short-spoken mouth.

Chen Guobin then drove a motorcycle and drove a distance on the flat road in the fields for a while, and began to climb the mountain along Zhizi Road. The continuous long steep slopes made the motorcycle with less powerful horsepower seem quite difficult and out of breath, but he could still continue to move forward.

The experience along the way made Zhao Yaqin, who was here for the first time, locked her forehead and the unpaved gravel road under her feet, and it was rare to see people and cars for half a day, which fully proves that this so-called large forest park is just a name.

Although the road was a little bumpy, Zhao Yaqin still grabbed her hands on both sides instead of hugging Chen Guobin's waist. It was difficult for her to accept this.

"Why can't you see someone?" Zhao Yaqin was used to talking to herself in front of Chen Guobin and causing topics.

Chen Guobin thought about it and blurted out: "The popularity of Forest Park is generally not good, don't have much hope for it."

Zhao Yaqin asked humbly: "Why?"

Chen Guobin paused and said, "Local people can see forest parks like this every day when they look up, and there is nothing strange. However, foreign tourists are difficult to come in large quantities due to inconvenient transportation. In principle, this tourism model is basically only suitable for self-driving tours. Moreover, the supporting facilities of scenic spots are also very imperfect, making it difficult to form a climate of large-scale tourism. It is almost destined to be a beautiful dream."

"According to what you say, there is no point in developing tourism?" Zhao Yaqin frowned.

"Of course not." Chen Guobin was driving cautiously and analyzed lightly: "Tourism must start from the psychological needs of tourists in order to achieve relatively ideal results. In other words, as long as it meets the urgent psychological needs of the majority of tourists, it can bring hot benefits. The more you are ahead of others, the more considerable this benefit is. In fact, Pingjiang has many mountains, natural conditions are very good, and the tourism foundation is still very good. As long as there are good tourism projects and a brand with great influence, it can be asserted that its prospects will be very good. For example, in this area around the provincial capital, Pingjiang's tourism potential should be the greatest. It would be a pity not to make good use of the advantages of the near-water tower."

Zhao Yaqin's interest was raised: "From you see, what type of project should be done? However, the road conditions in Pingjiang are too poor. Even if there are good tourism projects, it is still difficult to play a role. The bottleneck of transportation always seriously restricts almost all economic activities in Pingjiang."

"If you don't say three words, you can't live without transportation. Can you?" Chen Guobin's ears almost heard calluses, and he felt a big head: "A good tourism project cannot be formed in one go. It also takes a process and takes a lot of time. This can be carried out simultaneously with the improvement of traffic conditions, without essential bottlenecks. As for the project, it should be fully considered that tourists come out to relax, not just to see the scenery. As the pressure of urban work increases, everyone comes out to find a way to vent, which needs to be stimulated a little. And exciting tourism projects have good prospects!"

"Exciting tourism projects?" Zhao Yaqin immediately recalled some tourist attractions she had visited, looking for the stimulating traces in them, and soon realized something, and seemed a little excited: "Cable car? Drifting?"

"Yes!" Chen Guobin nodded seriously and inspired: "These are relatively ideal tourism projects, especially drifting. Due to the rapid and rapid changes in their state, their stimulation is indescribable. If you choose a suitable venue deep in the beautiful mountains, you can combine the highly stimulating nature with the beautiful scenery that cultivates sentiment, which is very in line with the expectations of tourists."

Zhao Yaqin's eyes lit up and she said to herself: "Where is more suitable for this kind of project in Pingjiang?" But she mainly urged herself to think more, rather than to get Chen Guobin's idea.

"Lianyun Mountain!" Chen Guobin insisted: "I went to Provincial Highway 53 for inspection and visited Lianyun Mountain nearby. I found that there was a mountain stream with very good conditions, several kilometers long and a drop of two or three hundred meters. The scenery on both sides was very beautiful. It should be a place that is very suitable for renovating rafting projects. As far as I know, such a drop should be the largest in the world in the rafting record, and you can use this as the main gimmick."

"Are you sure?" Zhao Yaqin couldn't help but feel excited.

"Sure!"

"You will take me to inspect tomorrow." Zhao Yaqin struck while the iron was hot and immediately frowned: "No, I still have work to deal with tomorrow. Is it better to next week?"

"Okay, then next week!" Chen Guobin agreed readily and continued: "If you want to truly create characteristics of tourism projects, you must be willing to invest capital. When the funds are limited, you need to be highly concentrated and not dispersed at will. For example, Pingjiang currently plans too many tourism projects, which is unrealistic. I think it is best to focus on this rafting project alone and promote the rest to support a storefront. In fact, these scenic spots without many artificial traces are more suitable for maintaining their original appearance, which is quite rare. In addition, rafting projects should have a scientific overall plan, divide the project into several phases, leaving enough development space, and can also use travel to nourish your hair."

"How do you know so much?" Zhao Yaqin suddenly said.

"After a lifetime, many things can be understood suddenly." Chen Guobin said carelessly: "This may be the so-called "living a disaster, and there must be a blessing in the future."

"Oh!" Zhao Yaqin's suspicion suddenly diminished. This was the first time she heard him say in person why his performance was so different.

"By the way." Chen Guobin immediately moved away from the topic, "Yaqin, as the head of a county, you focus your work on tourism, which seems inappropriate."

"Do you think I want this?" Zhao Yaqin was angry, "I can't get into the hands with so many bureaus in the county. Now that I can get into the hands with the hands, the Tourism Bureau is more suitable. I believe you know one thing about Pingjiang's situation, this is a public secret long ago."

"After that being said, you still need to pay attention to the steps in your work and don't be too impatient." Chen Guobin refused to comment: "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

"Tell me!" Zhao Yaqin's tone suddenly became a little colder, "I know what to do."

Chen Guobin shook his head and smiled, not saying more for the time being. In fact, it was beyond his expectations that he could say so many things calmly with Zhao Yaqin. Chen Guobin would not think that she would really change her sexuality because of this.

As for why she had to talk to her so much today, Chen Guobin didn't want to be more enthusiastic. She took too many detours because she lacked the overall situation.

After walking on Zhizi Road for countless turns, I finally arrived at a pavilion on the mountain. This pavilion protruded to one side of the mountain, with iron railings on the side, and was very steep below and had a particularly wide view.

After parking the car by the pavilion, the two took off their helmets. Although there was no sign of the rest, Zhao Yaqin still put on black sunglasses with a steady pressure.

Looking at the railings not far away, Chen Guobin's heart suddenly became tight again. The cliff was once the eternal pain in his heart. Three years later, the two separations and deaths on the edge of the cliff made him unable to look back.

Zhao Yaqin walked over first, feeling that he seemed a little abnormal behind him, so she turned around and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Chen Guobin smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just remembered something." He raised his foot and walked over calmly.

The two of them tacitly distanced one meter away, holding the railings and looking down at each other. The white ribbon on the bend of the 9981st bend made it hard to imagine that this is the road to the sky.

In front of the mountain is a large hilly area with small undulating areas, lush and green, mixed with paddy fields that have not yet been planted. In addition, countless traditional villages are embedded in it, making it a typical southern rural style.

Further away, Nanjiang Town, with a square pattern, looks only the size of a palm, and the few figures of cars on National Highway No. 6 are also vaguely visible.

Zhao Yaqin observed and pondered, these were the vast "battlefields" within her responsibilities. Because she was condescending, the range she could see was naturally very wide, which made Zhao Yaqin feel that the burden on her shoulders was very heavy.

Chen Guobin was careless and thought of the past again, and a burst of pain suddenly surged in his heart. After holding back a few deep breaths, he returned to his calmness, but his eyes were still a little wet.

In fact, Chen Guobin insisted on driving with him in person this time, but he was unwilling to repeat the tragedy of history. It was difficult for him to bear similar mistakes, although for Zhao Yaqin, he mainly tried to calm the fierce traces in his mind.

However, traces are traces, and they have a strong impact on people's emotions. For Chen Guobin, this is a considerable torture. Now he just wants to turn torture into a relaxed habit. People cannot always torture themselves. So his attitude towards Zhao Yaqin has been quite improved.
Chapter completed!