Me! A high-ranking official!

His heart skipped a beat.

This is a terrible attempt to shift the blame. There are only two days left until May Day, and now they're talking about development plans? It's just a bunch of nonsense. What's worse, I've dealt with the new Party Secretary Zhou Qingyan a few times. He's a pragmatic person who can't tolerate any nonsense and is extremely disgusted by empty talk and platitudes.

If this report is submitted and is full of fluff, Zhang Baocheng will definitely be scolded, and he will absolutely take his anger out on Zhao Jianguo.

But if he doesn't accept it? On his second day at the unit, if he makes excuses and delays in the first task assigned by the top leader, Zhang Baocheng will definitely stamp him with the ironclad mark of being incompetent and a shirker of responsibility. In the future, he won't even be able to approve a punctuation mark in the bureau.

In a flash, Zhao Jianguo made a decision.

"I will do my best to comply with Director Zhang's instructions." He did not hesitate, but then changed the subject, his tone extremely sincere, even a little apprehensive: "However, Director Zhang, I have only been here for two days, and my grasp of the specific data in the bureau is still too shallow. I will be the main writer of the draft, but you will have to personally check the general direction and depth. If it goes astray, you will have to bear with me."

This is the wisdom of an old penman: I've done the work, I've made the difficulties clear, but ultimately, the political responsibility for this draft still rests with you, the top leader.

Zhang Baocheng didn't care about anything else now, and with a "what's the use" attitude, he waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and write! Old Xie's writing is like an old lady's foot binding cloth, it's not original. You're fresh blood, so you can break the deadlock from a different angle. Just show it to me when you're done."

Watching Zhang Baocheng's retreating figure as he went upstairs, he sneered inwardly, turned around and went back to his deputy section chief's office, lit a cigarette, stared at the blank computer screen, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

How can you cook without rice?

Half an hour later, the office door was pushed open, and Wang Pingping patted her chest and chuckled dryly as she slipped in: "Section Chief Zhao, I'm sorry, I was taking my child to school today, so I'm a little late."

"It's alright, you've come at the right time." Zhao Jianguo didn't put on airs and went straight to the point: "Go to your office and copy over to me all the work summaries, development plans, and materials submitted to the city for the past two years."

Wang Pingping was taken aback. Although she wondered why the new leader was looking at these old calendars as soon as she took office, she still readily agreed and turned to leave.

Before long, Wang Pingping returned with a USB drive. He plugged it into the computer and quickly scanned the documents one by one.

Having written official documents for twelve years, he only needed to look at the subheadings and bold text to understand this kind of formulaic writing within the system.

The more he read, the more his brows furrowed. The whole thing was just empty talk and grand pronouncements. What did he mean by "revitalizing idle assets and repositioning the fantasy martial arts city"? That place was so run-down that even the grass was taller than a person. What did he mean by "deeply exploring wheat field culture"? Could he charge admission for watching hundreds of acres of wheat heading? If he tried to fool Zhou Qingyan with this stuff, it would be like walking straight into the line of fire.

Just as he was about to close the folder, the cursor suddenly stopped on a compilation of the year-end work summary of the Culture and Tourism Bureau from the end of last year.

In the unassuming "Outlook for Next Year's Work" section, there is a very short report stating that we are actively liaising with relevant municipal departments and following up on the feasibility study for relocating the municipal wildlife park to our county.

Is the city wildlife park going to be relocated?

His eyes sharpened instantly. He had vaguely heard about this when he was working at the government office. The city's zoo was located in the old city area and could not be expanded. Moreover, the smell of the animals had been a constant source of complaints from the surrounding residents. The city had long intended to relocate it to another location.

A large municipal zoo is a golden goose that lays golden eggs year after year! If it can be established there, the number of visitors is guaranteed not only for May Day, but for the whole year! It will not only drive up the surrounding land prices, but also bring in a certain number of service industry workers! Isn't this exactly the breakthrough point he urgently needs to increase the population of his jurisdiction?

"Pingping." He turned his head. "What's the progress on the relocation project of the city zoo?"

Wang Pingping was clipping her nails when she heard this. She stopped and thought for a moment before saying, "That one is basically off. I heard that the city has already decided on Yong'an County, which is next to us. They have Xiaohuashan Mountain there, and the terrain is good. I heard that the planning map has already been released, and the city leaders are quite satisfied."

"Has an official document been issued?" Zhao Jianguo asked, staring intently at her.

"An official document? I haven't heard of that, but everyone says it's a done deal..."

"No official document means it's not finalized." Zhao Jianguo interrupted her, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and a fire suddenly ignited in his previously lifeless eyes. Within the system, as long as that big red seal isn't affixed, even if you've built a ten-story building, you could be uprooted at any time!

After working in the county government office for twelve years, Zhao Jianguo didn't get anything else, but he remembered one sentence.

It was the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month two years ago. At an internal government office dinner, Director Guo Huaixing, after drinking half a jin of Moutai, loosened his tie, his eyes red, and patted Zhao Jianguo on the shoulder, reeking of alcohol, saying: "Jianguo, what truly defines a good writer within the system? It's not about flowery language or perfect parallelism. A truly good writer is one who can subtly package their own personal agenda and ideas into a grand scheme, influencing the leader's mind through a single draft! That's called guiding the leader, paving the way for them!"

Sitting at the peeling desk in the Bureau of Culture and Tourism, he took a deep drag on his cigarette, flicked the ash into a chipped ceramic teacup, and placed his hands on the keyboard.

The report to the new county party secretary, Zhou Qingyan, absolutely cannot follow the conventional script. A pragmatist like Zhou Qingyan hates nothing more than empty rhetoric and grandstanding.

As the document was created, Zhao Jianguo typed a highly aggressive title: "A Plan for Breaking the Homogeneity of the Cultural Tourism Industry in Linshui County and a Report on the Pre-May Day Promotion."

Since Zhang Baocheng went to Nanhe Province to see the martial arts city and complained that it was unsuccessful, he decided to make a fuss about it. Combining this with what he saw on Douyin last night, where netizens complained about the "fake NPC interactions" and "lack of freedom" in scenic spots across the country, his mind quickly started working.

The first point, the breakthrough: a borderless ancient-style farming experience area.

His hands flew across the keyboard. "Our plains agricultural county has no mountains or rivers? Then let's not develop tourism, let's develop 'immersive escape from reality.' City dwellers are under a lot of pressure these days, isn't the May Day holiday just a time to lie down and relax?"

He directly included Xiaozhai Village, which he had strolled through the previous night, in his writing. The place had more than twenty dilapidated brick houses and wasteland that were left idle. With a little tidying up, the cost of building new houses could be saved. The main focus was on a "fully enclosed, borderless ancient life experience." Families or friends could rent a courtyard, get a hoe and a few sets of coarse linen clothes. There were no utility poles or modern facilities. The elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people left in the village could play the roles of the village chief, the blacksmith, and the neighbor aunties—these were the original, natural NPCs.

Tourists come here not to stroll around, but to "live life". You can farm, exchange copper coins for wine at the village entrance, or even quarrel with your NPC neighbor over a chicken. The investment is extremely low, utilizing idle and abandoned assets, but the gimmick is huge. In the era of short videos, this is worth a try. Even if it fails, the loss will not be too great!