One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

Seeing that the first document had been stamped, Liu Jianjun took out another document from his briefcase.

The cover of this document is different from the previous one—the title is longer, there are more departments in the heading, and in addition to the official seals of the provincial department and the municipal bureau, there is an extra line at the top: "Notice of Transfer by the Intangible Cultural Heritage Department of the Ministry of Culture and Tourism".

He held the documents in both hands and handed them to Zhang Zhiwei, his tone more solemn than before, and his wording more formal and rigorous: "Master Zhang, here is another document—a special report issued by the Yingtan Municipal Bureau of Culture and Tourism in accordance with the instructions of the Provincial Department, and also in response to the spirit of the notice from the Intangible Cultural Heritage Department of the Ministry of Culture and Tourism on further standardizing the pricing and revenue distribution mechanism of tickets for key cultural tourism scenic spots nationwide."

This document is very important and needs to be reviewed and stamped by Master Zhang.

We must actively respond to the call of the Party organization, carry out its spirit, and ensure that policies are implemented effectively.

Zhang Zhiwei took the document with both hands and flipped through it page by page.

This document is much thinner than the previous one, but each page is heavier.

After reading it, he summarized it in his mind—in fact, the core content of the whole article is only one point.

The ticket price for the Longhushan Tianshi Mansion scenic area will be adjusted from 260 yuan to 60 yuan, effective immediately.

At the same time, the revenue sharing ratio between Tianshi Mansion and the Tourism Bureau was reduced by four percentage points, so that more of the revenue would benefit the people and the daily maintenance of the scenic area.

The document included a detailed price calculation table and a comparison of ticket prices for similar scenic spots in the surrounding area. The arguments were thorough and the logic was rigorous, clearly indicating that a great deal of research had been done in advance.

Liu Jianjun continued his introduction from the side, his tone still official and businesslike, but his wording clearly carried an extra layer of explanation and groundwork, as if he were giving people a way out and reason before making a decision that was destined to be unpopular: "Master Zhang, the scope of this inspection and research team of the provincial leaders covers the entire province. In response to the spirit of the Party organization, we will start the pilot project in Jiangxi, or even start from the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, Shangqing Town."

Why was the Celestial Master's Mansion chosen? Because the Celestial Master's Mansion is the ancestral home of Taoism and the most representative window unit of Taoist culture in the country. Piloting it here would have the best demonstration effect.

In order to strengthen the inheritance and protection of intangible cultural heritage, integrate it with the tertiary industry, vigorously develop the cultural tourism economy, jointly promote local economic development, and build a harmonious and beautiful happy home, the provincial department has decided to make some adjustments and optimizations to the ticket pricing mechanism—reducing some unnecessary additional fees, lowering some excessively high pricing thresholds, so that the people can get more benefits and more people can have the opportunity to get up close and understand the excellent traditional Chinese culture.

This isn't just targeting our Shangqing Town, nor is it targeting the Celestial Master's Mansion—it's starting here and then being promoted throughout the province and even the whole country.

Zhang Zhiwei closed the file, his kind smile still firmly on his face.

However, if you look closely, you'll notice that the smile doesn't fully reach his eyes.

However, when he spoke, his voice was still loud and sincere, without any hesitation or bargaining, as if he were making a matter-of-fact decision, or as if he were responding to the continuous turmoil and pressure of the past few days with this decisiveness: "Director Liu is right."

Longhu Mountain is the ancestral home of Taoism, a legacy left by our ancestors, not a business that makes money from ticket sales.

Lowering ticket prices makes it affordable for ordinary people, allowing traditional culture to be passed down.

This is a good thing—the Celestial Master's Mansion will definitely support it and resolutely respond to the call of the Party and the country.

He reached into the inner pocket of his Taoist robe, took out the small sandalwood box, unlocked it, took out the seal, and firmly stamped the bright red seal of the Celestial Master's Mansion on the second document.

The moment the seal was pressed down, the entire reception room was silent for a full two seconds, with only the occasional clear birdsong from the distant mountains and the rustling of the morning breeze through the ancient camphor tree branches.

Liu Jianjun carefully put the two documents back into his briefcase, zipped it up, stood up, bowed slightly, and looked relieved and respectful that he had successfully completed his task.

His voice carried a greater sense of heartfelt gratitude and sincere farewell than when he first entered: "Master Zhang, thank you for your understanding and cooperation."

The signing of these two documents today is an important milestone for our cultural and tourism work in Guixi City.

I will truthfully report your awareness and sense of responsibility to my superiors.

If you encounter any problems with the construction progress of the Celestial Master's Mansion, please feel free to call me.

Sorry to bother you today—I'll take my leave now.

Zhang Zhiwei also stood up, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed slightly, responding with the proper etiquette a host should show when seeing off a guest: "Director Liu, you've worked hard, take care."

Zhang Zhiwei and Dou Le escorted Liu Jianjun to the door of the reception room, one on each side.

Liu Jianjun turned back at the door and shook Zhang Zhiwei's hand again, saying a few polite words like "Please wait a moment" and "Take care of yourself, sir." Then, carrying his briefcase, he strode across the courtyard, his leather shoes making a crisp, rhythmic clatter on the bluestone slabs, disappearing into the morning light outside the moon gate...

The reception room fell silent.

The three returned to their respective seats—Zhang Zhiwei sat back in his armchair, Tian Jinzhong's wheelchair remained beside the octagonal table, and Dou Le stood near the door without sitting down.

From the moment Liu Jianjun entered until now, Tian Jinzhong and Dou Le have not uttered a single word.

Tian Jinzhong's brows were slightly furrowed, and his deep-set eyes never left Zhang Zhiwei's face—he knew his senior brother too well. He was smiling from beginning to end, polite from beginning to end, and never hesitated for a single word.

This isn't about passively accepting fate; it's about swallowing all the resentment and bitterness, not uttering a single word in front of outsiders.

Dou Le's expression was on another level—it remained completely unchanged from beginning to end, without even raising an eyebrow, as calm as a stagnant pool of water.

Having worked at the company for so many years, he'd seen it all; he'd witnessed far too many clashes between officialdom and the underworld.

He heard everything he was supposed to hear, and for things he wasn't supposed to hear, he simply pretended his ears weren't working properly.

Dou Le was the first to break the silence.

He took out his phone from his suit pocket, glanced at the time, then clasped his hands slightly in a fist salute, and said goodbye in a businesslike but polite tone: "Old Celestial Master, according to the report from higher authorities, the investigation has confirmed that this incident of impersonating a Taoist priest to defraud tourists was purely the work of the Quanxing heretics and has no connection with the Celestial Master's Mansion."

The investigation has been completed, and the relevant conclusions have been compiled into a written report and submitted.

My work is now finished.

There's a very important meeting this afternoon, so I won't bother the Old Master and Senior Tian any longer.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and nodded, his tone casual: "Thank you for your hard work, Manager Dou. The conditions in the mountains are simple, and it's not easy to make the trip back and forth."

You'd better get on with your business; I won't see you off, old man."

Dou Le clasped his hands in thanks again: "Thank you, Master."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Sorry to bother you," before turning and walking towards the door.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, each step firm and steady. The sound of his leather shoes on the bluestone slabs was exceptionally clear in the quiet reception room, fading from near to far, from clear to blurry, and finally disappearing at the end of the path outside the courtyard.

The figure walked through the moon gate in the morning light, looking relieved, without turning back...