Changbai Mountain Promotional Video, What the Hell Are You Shooting a Stolen Pen?

Changbai Mountain promotional video, what the hell are you shooting a stolen pen?Author: Yanyunlou Thor

Song Chen traveled through a parallel world and became a junior staff member of the Publicity Department of the Tourism Bureau.

In a world where domestic tourism is declining, Song Chen was ordered to shoot a promotional video for a scenic spot using Changbai Mountain as a pilot project.

Song Chen, who was just about to politely refuse, unexpectedly awakened the god-level film and television system, and let me come on the spot!

Shooting a promotional video for Changbai Mountain?It has to be a thief... ahem, archaeological notes!

Director of Tourism: "Let you make a promotional video to attract tourism. What's the matter with the fans everywhere looking for little brother?"

Taishan Tourism: "It's just a propaganda film to cover the sky, we really don't have nine dragons to pull coffins here!"

Shushan: "We cultivators can't fly with swords, and everyone must believe in science."

Academy of Archaeology: "The underground palace was discovered at the bottom of Changbai Mountain, and a dragon tomb was dug out under the Fengchan stone! Song Chen is a real punishment!"

Song Chen: "I just made a promotional video, what's wrong with the unicorn tattoo on my body...

Chapter XNUMX Can you pass through even when you sleep? (Ask for flowers! Ask for a review!)

Chapter XNUMX Can you pass through even when you sleep?

The snow-capped Changbai Mountain stands under the blue sky and floating clouds. A strong wind blows from the mountain, and the pine branches covered with broken snow sway to the ground.

At this time, Changbai Mountain Tourism Bureau, in the Office of Logistics and Publicity Division.

A black-haired young man was lying on the table, bathed in the lazy sunlight, his shoulders slowly rising and falling with his breathing.

hum!hum!hum!

Suddenly, the mobile phone not far from the young man's head vibrated, and the violent vibration followed the desktop to wake the young man up.

Song Chen, who was awakened by the vibration of the phone, stretched out his hand to get the phone, and put it to his ear without looking at it.

"……crooked?"

"Song Chen, come to the conference room at XNUMX:XNUMX this afternoon. There is an important meeting that requires everyone to attend."

"what?"

Hearing the unfamiliar male voice in his ear, Song Chen with sleepy eyes couldn't help raising his face lying on his arm, inadvertently being hit by the dazzling sunlight, his eyes were obviously a little confused.

"Meeting? What meeting? Didn't I already..."

Beep, beep...!

However, before Song Chen could finish speaking, the person on the other side of the phone had decisively hung up the phone.

Song Chen had a sleepy look on his face.

"Didn't I just quit my job?...Why are you calling me in a meeting?"

Ding!

Suddenly, the SMS alert sounded on the mobile phone, but Song Chen was not in the mood to look at his mobile phone at this time.

He raised his head and looked out the window. The vast snow covered the sky and the cold wind howled. Looking through the glass, he felt chilling.

Song Chen couldn't help wiping his eyes, with a lingering doubt on his face.

"I remember it's June, right? Why is it snowing so heavily just after a good night's sleep? Is there any grievance?"

But almost immediately, Song Chen suddenly woke up, shaking his head like a rattle, interrupting his thoughts of the sky.

"No! This place doesn't seem to be my home..."

Song Chen turned his head to look at the unfamiliar environment around him, and what he saw on his body was the uniform issued by a certain unit. A bold idea suddenly came to his mind.

"Grass! I'm not going to... transcend, right?"

And Song Chen's brain seemed to let him recognize this fact, a strange memory appeared in Song Chen's mind.

"hiss………"

Stressing the unfamiliar memory into it made Song Chen feel that his head suddenly swelled.

I couldn't help lying on the table with my head in my arms, and the hands holding my head couldn't help grabbing my hair.

After a while, Song Chen who was lying on the table slowly calmed down.

"Dragon Kingdom... Song Chen... Tourism Bureau clerk..."

Song Chen, who had merged his memories, frowned and murmured in a low voice. He probably understood the situation at this time.

"I didn't expect to be able to transcend even after sleeping."

From the memories of the fusion, Song Chen also confirmed the fact that he had passed through.

Moreover, it has traveled to a parallel world that is almost as small as the earth!

However, some details are not the same. The dragon country in this world is a fierce one, and the military and people's livelihood are developing rapidly, and there is a faint momentum to become the world's largest power.

However, due to some reasons, the only tourism industry in China is extremely backward, probably due to the impact of Western Disney and Universal Studios, etc., few young people are interested in the mountains, rivers, and historical sites of Longguo.

After graduating from university, Song Chen chose to follow his aunt's 'friendly advice' and chose to apply for the Tourism Bureau.

And after becoming a staff member, he was successfully arranged by his aunt into the Changbai Mountain Tourism Bureau, and even assigned to a separate office.

Euphemistically called: the family should be neat and tidy!

As the number of tourists has become less and less in recent years, and the tourist attractions have become increasingly sluggish, Song Chen also stayed in the office every day to fish in troubled waters.

"Hey... This life is very beautiful, and it feels good to pass through."

Recalling the life of a clerk, Song Chen nodded with satisfaction, and accepted the fact of his transmigration with joy.

After all, crossing is like a strong hug. Since you can't resist, then enjoy it with peace of mind.

"It seems that someone just said there is a meeting... and a text message."

Song Chen remembered the phone call he had just passed over, and instinctively turned on his phone and clicked on the text message.

[Chen Chen, don't be late for the meeting.Otherwise, my aunt will spank you! 】

"It turned out to be my aunt... She's almost thirty, but she's still so lively."

Song Chen, who had merged his memories, flashed in his mind a woman wearing black silk and kicked his butt. Then he shook his head helplessly, stood up and moved his slightly sore body.

"Then start a new life!"

Following the route in his memory, Song Chen quickly found the conference room on the third floor.

At the same time, I couldn't help but be grateful for the simple structure of the Tourism Bureau.

Otherwise, with the memory of passing by only once in his memory, Song Chen would really not be able to find a conference room.

Deng!Deng!

His right hand was lightly clasped on the conference door in a fist-like manner.

"The door is unlocked, come in!"

Hearing the sound coming from the door, Song Chen pressed the door handle and pushed the door into the conference room.

At this time, there were three or four people sitting in the conference room, and one of them, a man who looked about the same age as Song Chen, was waving at Song Chen.

"Oh, it's rare, Xiao Song, you weren't late today~"

"Hey, because the meeting is more important."

Song Chen scratched his head and replied with a smile, at the same time sighing silently in his heart.

How salty was the former 'me'?Can you be late for a meeting?Am I going to be late too?

While Song Chen thought about it, he found a seat at the edge of the conference room and sat down.

Because in his memory, Song Chen would always choose a corner position, um, suitable for fishing.

"Huh? What is this?"

Song Chen, who was sitting down, found a document on the desktop and turned his head to look to the side.

After discovering that there is an identical document in front of each seat.

It seems that everyone has it, it should be something that is used in the meeting.

Song Chen, who thought so, opened the document in front of him with peace of mind. Looking at the large characters on the home page, Song Chen softly opened his mouth and read out every word.

"Changbai Mountain promotional video pilot shooting task."

Chapter XNUMX But I'm the only one in the Propaganda Department! (The new book asks for data!)

Chapter XNUMX But I'm the only one in the Propaganda Department!

"Promotional video? Are scenic spots reduced to making promotional videos to attract tourists?"

Song Chen slowly rubbed his chin, showing a thoughtful expression.

At the same time, he also started to open the document in his hand and looked at it roughly.

During this period, more and more people came to the conference room.

Soon, except for the director and deputy director, everyone else had arrived, and they were all flipping through the documents in their hands and discussing in a low voice, occasionally looking at Song Chen surreptitiously.

This made Song Chen, who was confused, a little uneasy, and these strange eyes didn't disappear until the door of the conference room was opened again.

"It's all here."

The one who took the lead in speaking was a spiritual old man over fifty years old, smiling with the majesty of a superior.

Director of Changbai Mountain Tourism Bureau - Wang Shanhe Wang Lao.

The head of the tourism bureau, the operation of the entire tourism bureau almost needs to be confirmed by him.

tread!tread!tread!

After Wang Lao took his seat, the sound of high heels stepping on the ground also came from outside.

Song Chen, who was sitting in the corner observing everything, suddenly noticed that at the moment when the high-heeled shoes sounded, all the men in the conference room straightened up.