Gu Yun pressed the electronic pen, and a beautiful still from a costume TV series soon appeared on the projection screen.

The stills show the bustling streets of Shengjing, the Song Dynasty.

"Zhushajiao Ancient Town will have unique food in the world. I don't think there is any need to repeat this." With this picture, Gu Yun said again, "What I want to talk about today is that our ancient town will also fully reproduce the original ancient Chinese life scene. Please pay attention to my words. What I mean is a complete, original, and life scene! And each of you, as well as every employee of yours, will be a member of this scene!"

Cheng Xueqing discovered that when Gu Yun talked about PPT, his confidence and momentum were not inferior to those tech giants who were used to holding press conferences, as if they could suffocate their dreams anytime and anywhere.

In her opinion, it is more difficult to talk about a good PPT than to do a good PPT. People who have never talked about it dozens of times will definitely not be able to do such ups and downs and full of incitement.

However, she was a little numb to similar surprises. Anyway, she only knew that she was always surprised for a month or two after she met Gu Yun.

And she didn't want to ask Gu Yun how he did it, she asked him the five generations of PPT families of his ancestors - regardless of whether there was PPT at that time, Cheng Xueqing knew that he would definitely say that.

She was a little angry now. How could there be such a smart person in this world? Why did she feel a little embarrassed to mention her education at Harvard Business School in front of him?

With Gu Yun's explanation, the whispers below became louder and louder, and many people's eyes were filled with excitement, but also confused.

While Gu Yun stopped drinking water, someone suddenly said, "Mr. Gu, this is indeed a good idea, but is it difficult to realize it? I even think that this is a bit like a utopia, because many life scenes in ancient times are no longer verified."

The person who spoke was the Internet executive who took the secret recipe before, and it seemed that he was named Xiao Cheng.

Once he said it was untestable, Old Gou Gu laughed.

Living fossils are here, so we still need to take the test?

So he said, "Mr. Xiao asked well. For this question, I would like to ask you a few questions before answering it."

After a pause, he asked, "Who do you know what other customs are there in the Shangyuan Festival of the Northern Song Dynasty, that is, the Lantern Festival, besides the 'Flower Market Lantern Festival' and eating Lantern Festival? On that day, what do people have to do in the morning, noon and evening, eat, and play?"

Everyone looked at each other in a glance.

"Who among you has heard of Tianqing? It was a big festival in the Song Dynasty and it was very lively."

Everyone shook their heads.

"Do you know the opening festival and the Tianqi Festival?"

Everyone continued to shake their heads.

"Then I'll ask in a different way," Gu Yun paused and asked, "If you have the opportunity to travel to the Song Dynasty and spend a Spring Festival in the Song Dynasty, do you want to go?"

This time someone finally got a conversation.

"Of course I thought about it!"

"Boss Gu, do you have a time machine? If you have one, take it out?"

“Haha, that’s it.”

The atmosphere suddenly became lively.

These days, New Year's Eve, the presence of the Spring Festival is getting lower and lower. On the surface, the fast-paced life makes people exhausted both physically and mentally, and they are too lazy to make trouble during the Chinese New Year. But if you ask, do you want to celebrate the Spring Festival like you did when you were a child, most people will probably nod like to pound onions.

Nostalgia is something engraved in everyone's genes in this ancient country, and no one can erase it.

People miss the Spring Festival when they were young, and people want to explore the Spring Festival of our ancestors thousands of years ago, there is no doubt about this.

Gu Yun raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said with a smile, "So back to the previous question, I can replicate the secret recipe for ancient food. Guess, can I recreate the ancient style of that year?"

Everyone's expression suddenly became quiet, and the whispers stopped immediately, and the scene was silent.

Gu Yun said six words lightly, "No need to guess, I can."

Before he finished speaking, the hall exploded with a "boom".

For ordinary people, they may not be able to capture the meaning behind these two words as soon as possible, but for these human geniuses, as soon as these two words come out, they seem to see a mountain of gold flying towards them.

They saw one of the most commercially valuable elements in the world, their feelings.

Compared with food, feelings are even more penetrating.

The ancient style is completely reproduced. Even if an authoritative historian says, no one will believe it, but no one will question it when Gu Yun said it.

Because he has accomplished a miracle - recreating such a unique secret recipe for ancient food.

...

This small press conference went very smoothly.

After Gu Yun finished talking about PPT, these people with enough vision and business insight stood up and applauded.

Lian Cheng Xueqing joined the applause team.

Gu Yun's first step was completed. More than 40 people present will be the spark of the "Dream City". He has reason to believe that the "full-scene reproduction of ancient style" movement he will build in the ancient town will receive unreserved support from these people.

With their support, it is equivalent to having a foundation, and the merchants who will later be assimilated. And those merchants who do not support or cooperate will have sufficient confidence to gradually evacuate them from the ancient town.

Soon, everyone signed a formal contract for secret recipe franchise, and at least more than half of the people paid the full payment directly, and those who did not pay the full payment also promised to pay the full payment within three days.

After everyone left, Cheng Xueqing walked up to Gu Yun and said, "Gu Yun, although your speech is wonderful, can you please trouble you? Next time there will be a major plan release, so let me discuss it first? Strictly speaking, this type of press conference involves the company's strategic plan and should be approved by the board of directors before it can be released."

From the perspective of company management, Gu Yun's actions are indeed unreasonable, and he himself knows this.

"Oh, so that's what we have to do." Gu Yun smiled with a very good attitude, "I only realized that I'll pay attention next time."

"You only know?" Cheng Xueqing stared at Gu Yun with wide eyes.

"Yes, I'm just graduating from high school," Gu Laogou looked as if he was taken for granted. "So I don't understand many operations. Sister Cheng, please teach me more in the future."

Cheng Xueqing looked at Gu Yun speechlessly for a while.

You don’t understand? You can even be called the senior master Wanshi. Now you don’t understand this matter to me?

Is the title of a high school student so easy to use? If you are fine, you are Mr. Gu, if you are fine, you are a high school student. Who are you pretending to show this ignorant look?

"Forget it, I don't have that great ability to teach you how to do things." Cheng Xueqing paused, then changed her tone again, and said tiredly, "In addition, is it that difficult to call me well?"

"Oh, I understand. You still like me to call you Xiaoxue, right? Calling sister is a bit old."

"What?" Cheng Xueqing felt that her blood pressure would rise again after further talk, so she gave up resisting and sighed, "Forget it, just do whatever you want. By the way, the board meeting will be held at 2 pm. You must be there, don't be late."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Okay." Gu Yun nodded, then shouted to Cheng Xueqing's back, "Xiaoxue, are you having dinner together tonight? How about drinking some wine?"

Cheng Xueqing didn't look back and agreed, but just speeded up her pace. She was afraid that if she stayed there, she would not only become irritable, but also become a shrew.

Oh my God, how could there be such a boring person in this world!

...

The next morning.

"Do you know what day it is?" Su Xiao put the soy milk and buns on the table and then asked Gu Yun.

When girls ask such questions, they are often ready to find fault. In essence, it is similar to asking "what do you look at", and if you answer it poorly, it will have certain consequences.

Gu Laogou pretended to calmly sucked soy milk, and at the same time, he quickly passed the calendar in his heart, first ruled out the festivals related to love, then ruled out the birthdays of Su Xiao and her mother, and finally passed the death day of her father, but still couldn't find any clues about "what day is today".

I took another sip of soy milk, and with my strong memory, I remembered a clue - today seems to be the second anniversary of Su Xiao's mother winning the square dance group gold medal in the 7th Golden Trumpet Cup Dance Competition in Baihe Street, Changhe District, Binhai City.

But if you don't know, you need to remember this, right?

"Don't you know?" Su Xiao asked.

"Wait, I think about it." Old Dog Gu said with a strong desire to survive.

The little girl has become more and more violent recently. If she can't say that she can't do it well, she will beat her up. Of course, she can tolerate this alone, because she is afraid that she won't even want to wear a swimsuit by then, and that will be a big loss.

"Okay! You can't think of it if you haven't read the news." Su Xiao said with a smile, "Tell you, today is the day when the college entrance examination scores are obtained!"

"Ah, that's how..." Gu Laogou finally breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't read the news these days, no wonder he didn't know.

So he said, "Then don't do anything else today. Check the scores carefully and tell me when you come out."

"Of course." Su Xiao sat next to Gu Yun and sucked the soy milk in his hand. "It is said that he will come out in the afternoon. By the way, give me your admission ticket number and I will check it for you."

"OK."

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the quarterly meeting of the education system of the entire district was held in the conference room of the Changhe District Education Bureau.

As usual, the leaders of the bureau sat in the first row, and the No. 3 Middle School, No. 6 Middle School, No. 7 Middle School and several other top primary and secondary school principals in Changhe District were all sitting in the second row.

The old principal of No. 2 Middle School is still sitting in the last row. From this point of view, his status in the Changhe District education system is roughly equivalent to that of Gu Yun and Wang Hao in Class 3.

Of course, this was not arranged by the Education Bureau. The old principal wanted to sit there himself, and even if the director asked him to sit in front, he would not sit.

As for the reason, of course, my face is lost!

For meetings like this, No. 2 Middle School will be taken out from time to time as a negative example. When it comes to a typical example, everyone will look at him in unison. The look of eyes is not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

What is particularly rampant is that the principals of the No. 3, No. 6 and No. 7, which are also belonging to the municipal high school, not only look at him, but also often look at him with some inexplicable smile. Every time the old principal feels his old face rustling.

So later he simply sat in the last row. If you want to see it, you have to turn your head and look at it. It would be better to break the necks of you bastards!

Of course, the fellow villager also had the ambition of "Don't bully middle-aged poor". Unfortunately, he did not turn over after middle age, so he had to change it to "Don't bully old poor". However, this year is the last year of his retirement and re-employment contract. According to the previous ratings, there is no hope of turning over by the elderly.

Time is the same as fate! Now, if you want to see the principals of No. 3 Middle School, No. 6 Middle School, and No. 7 Middle School bow their heads to you, you have to wait for your memorial service.

On the stage, Director Zhou of the Education Bureau was talking in full swing, and the old principal under the stage was dejected and drowsy.

But at this moment, the cell phone in the trouser pocket shook slightly.

The old principal took out his cell phone and looked at it openly, regardless of whether the director or the director was the director.
To be continued...