The waterway from Jiangcheng to Xiangyang is eight hundred miles long. Due to heavy rain and traveling against the current, the cruise ship walked for a whole day and only arrived at Xiangyang City Pier when it was almost dark.

The rain and clouds have dispersed here, and the sky is full of glow, illuminating the ancient city of Xiangyang. The city's brick pavilions and overhanging eaves are bathed in splendor.

What surprised Zhao Changan and others was that several county-level leaders came over from Danjiang to greet them at the pier, and had already arranged all food and accommodation in the ancient city.

After dinner, Zhao Changan and Jing Xiu, Liu Cui, Zeng Xiaoxiao, Pan Gao, Chen Dong, Qi Xiaoqin,——

A large group of people visited the ancient city walls at night to reminisce about the past.

Jingxiu carried the guitar on her back, and Zhao Changan asked her to leave it in the hotel when she went out. She refused with a smile: "I actually want to sit on the high city wall, without an audience, and play a song I wrote myself freely."

"You can make it happen tonight, but I'm not the audience, I'm the judge."

"Okay, Judge Zhao, please give me some advice."

It was not yet nine o'clock in the evening, the weather was cool, and there were many locals wandering around the city wall.

"Since it's rare to come here, even though we are still young, it is very likely that we will never come here again. Why don't we do a performance art and light a candle on the crenellations of the city wall to recall the laying of the foundation from 1235 to 1273

, that 38-year battle for national destiny.”

Zhao Changan stood on the tall city wall, looking at the Han River not far away, Fancheng across the way, and the dark blue sky in the distance, and he sighed in his heart.

Made this little suggestion.

It was such a small place, but it determined the rise and fall of the Song and Yuan Dynasties.

I really wish I could have happened at that time!

"Okay, okay!"

"interesting!"

"How many candles are needed?"

At this time, the night was as cool as water, and there was only a slight breeze flowing on the city wall. Zhao Changan's suggestion immediately won the approval of a group of girls.

Soon, the citizens of Xiangyang City were surprised to find that little red lights were constantly lighting up on the crenellations of the tall city wall, spreading across the entire city wall.

Zhao Changan and Jing Xiu were in a group. Jing Xiu was carrying a large bag of candles, and Zhao Changan was responsible for lighting the candles.

The rest of the people also worked in pairs and lit candles in sections.

The two of them pointed to a tower one by one. This was the ancient city management office. There was an old literary and art worker on duty here, watching with interest these young people wasting money.

"Whenever you sing your song, I can't wait."

Zhao Changan was really curious about the songs written by Jing Xiu. "I can't play it tonight. Look, there are more and more people."

As more and more candles lit up the 1.4×1.5km city wall, it attracted a large number of citizens who flocked to see it for themselves.

"Then let me sing a song, which will be my first tribute to Xiangyang."

Zhao Changan took the Hawaiian acacia guitar from Jing Xiu's hand and walked up to the old literary and art worker with a smile: "Uncle, can I borrow your radio and I can send a song to Xiangyang?"

While talking, he handed over his student ID card.

In this era, college students, especially those from prestigious universities, are still treated with great courtesy, and as long as it is not a major issue of principle, they can usually be accommodated.

"It's a big one, yes! But if you want to play guitar and sing, I can't control it here. But if you want to borrow a big speaker, it's not a joke; there is not just one big speaker, but more than ten in the entire city wall.

Once it is sounded, the entire Xiangyang City can hear it."

"Are you Zhao Changan?"

At this time, a middle-aged man who looked like a leader who came over and heard the words looked at Zhao Changan and asked.

"Yes, yes, I am."

"Are you Jingxiu?"

"Yes uncle."

"My son's computer has images of both of you; Lao Liu, he is a big singer, and he came to our Xiangyang as a guest. Not only did you not warmly entertain him, you didn't even give him a chance to sing for you. This is not a good way to treat guests.

"

"Chief Zhang, with you speaking out, there's nothing I can't do."

"Hello citizens of Xiangyang City, my name is Zhao Changan; I am a guest in Guibao today and I will present you a song 'Dream of Xiangyang'. I hope you like it."

Zhao Changan held the guitar and began to play and sing: "I walked through the pier at the north gate of Longdi on the Han River and looked at the time-traveling lady guarding the city tower~

The bustling courtyards on Tanbei Street are scattered and smelling the fragrance of chrysanthemums, as if someone is sighing that the vicissitudes of eight hundred years have remained the same~"

The entire city of Xiangyang was bathed in moonlight, candlelight, and the sound of singing and piano.

"The great chivalrous person serves the country and the people, and the black iron heavy sword is melted into slaying the dragon~"

"This Zhao Changan can really sing wherever he goes, and they are all new songs."

Qi Peng and Bian Yingying were also attracted midway and participated in this performance art. They said with a smile: "Can I understand that this is another hint?"

"You looked at the documents for the whole day on the way today, how was it?"

Bian Yingying lit a candle.

"Let me be honest, if Zhao Changan and Tianyue are both too greedy, I would like to kick them both out and find someone to do it myself."

Qi Peng handed a candle to Bian Yingying: "I don't want to be a candle!"

"So will Tianyue continue to enter the mobile phone market? I think it is very likely that they will continue. If you invite state-owned enterprises to enter, will you be criticized?"

"So now we need to sit down and talk patiently and slowly. Anyway, I have decided on this project!"

Qi Peng told his girlfriend the bottom line in his heart: "If he cooperates with Zhao Changan to form a new company, he can bring in one or several investors, but I still insist that the investors must have a certain amount of energy. Also,

Not to say absolutely, at least I have a relatively controlling share.

Then to cooperate with Tianyue, I tend to introduce a small shareholder, and neither Tianyue nor the new company will definitely hold shares."

"I feel like we can buy train tickets to Jiangcheng directly tomorrow morning and go back to Yanjing."

Bian Yingying shook her head in disappointment and said: "Neither Zhao Changan nor Tianyue can agree with your idea. In this case, don't waste any more time. If you leave now, at least we can see you again in the future."

Qi Peng said nothing, quietly listening to Zhao Changan's playing and singing:

"——Green mountains and green water reflect endless water around the four gates, as if you gave me a lonely boat back then~

When encountering an accident in a foreign country, it is inevitable to take a sip of rice wine. How much nostalgia brings back memories of Xiangyang~

Winter passes and winter comes, but you can't block the way home. It's you who have been waiting for me all the way for many years~"

The sound of singing lingered in the night sky, and gradually the entire city fell into silence.

Qi Peng already had a decision in his heart at this time.

If you can't come to an agreement with Zhao Changan, then kick him away!

If he can't reach an agreement with Tianyue in the end, he will do two things next.

One is to recruit a group of energetic people to set up their own mobile phone company.
Chapter completed!