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Chapter 477 Every word is precious

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    "Who knows that his appearance is not enough, but his talent is more than enough. When the pen is written, the chapters are beautiful, and when the ink is running, the words are exquisite." - Liu Zhang, Qing Dynasty

    The most relaxing moment in the whole meeting was the moment when Xu Jun called Luo Xinsi, his eyes were full of stories. Mr. Ali said that he had goosebumps all over the floor, and the two words "Xinsi" kept coming to him like little bees.  It was flying around my ears, and I was afraid that one of them would accidentally prick me.

    During the break, everyone laughed.

    "My heart is like Haha, it turns out that the devil can also coax his girlfriend. Ouch, it's so sweet."

    "Be careful, he will hear you and kill you with his eyes soon!"

    In the tea room, several gossips were chattering. Luo Xin, who came in with a tea cup to get water, didn't seem to know that she was about to enter a hunter's hunting ground.

    "The heroine is here."

    If it was her previous personality, she would definitely turn around and run away shyly, but she doesn't want to run away now. Admitting this strong feeling is an affirmation for Xu Jun.

    "Little puffer fish, have you reconciled with your big devil?"

    "Does it need to be said? The big devil's expression can attract two swarms of bees! Buzz!"

    Luo Xin seemed to just smile and say nothing.

    "Don't you like to drink ice? Why do you imitate us old guys? You actually drink tea?"

    Luo Xin seemed to have connected the hot water and shook the tea in front of them.

    "Jin Junmei."

    Zhong Jiuchi and Mr. Ali looked confused. Alice added after she left:

    "My brother loves to drink Jin Junmei. In the past, Hexuan's Jin Junmei was the best in the teahouse, and the tea master who paired it with Jin Junmei was also the most handsome and good-looking."

    So it turns out that this dog food was spread unexpectedly.

    Luo Xinxi brought this cup of Jin Junmei to his office. Because yesterday¡¯s medicine was stronger, he still pressed his temples during rest, suffering from headache and nausea.

    "Let's have some tea."

    I blew the tea gently, and the ripples on the tea soup rippled. The golden tea soup was accompanied by the aroma of Jin Junmei, and she, a person like sunshine.

    "Thanks."

    "If you have a headache, why don't we pause for a while? I think you don't look good."

    ¡°The side effects of the medicine are okay, I¡¯m used to them.¡±

    The word "accustomed" made Luo Xin feel helpless. How much effort did he put into getting used to the side effects of the medicine?  I have to restrain my emotions every day, accept the calculations from my father, mother, brothers and sisters, and still have to escape unscathed. How much of the poison of family love has been suppressed?

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????? off out to take her tea and smell the fragrance of the tea. The light and elegant fragrance matched her lightly pink clothes today. He managed to squeeze out a smile for her. He said it was the fragrance of red sleeves.

    Finally, she also made her laugh. After drinking tea, she continued to work despite the side effects of headache and nausea.

    It was still a meeting at the Jiuxi Guild Hall. After the break, she was still full of emotions and continued the unfinished topic. It was time for Luo Xin. Her answer represented the opinion of the chief designer. The Qingming Festival was everywhere, and the conference room was silent. Even Chen Chen was speechless.  Put your phone away and wait for her to speak.

    "Actually, our discussions are all without physical performances. The current plan can only be a set of ideal modeling. Let's start from their core culture and see how to carry it forward."

    ¡°Bingo!¡±

    Mr. Ali raised his eyebrows and looked at Alice. What is classical is traditional, and what is national style is also global. It means adhering to the core traditional values. No matter whether the wind blows from east to west, I am an everlasting pine.

    Alice sighed, she insisted that it would be meaningless if Jiuxi came to the Greater Bay Area and designed it in the same style as Suzhou gardens.  If you want to go to the traditional Jiuxi guild hall, you won¡¯t fly to the Greater Bay Area. What they want to show is the down-to-earth side of Jiuxi.

    "I haven't finished speaking yet, and you two are quarreling again."

    Alice shrugged, and Mr. Ali raised his chubby hand to signal Luo Xinxiang to continue.

    "I read the information about Huizhi Village. This place is an ancient village. It is now being developed by the High-tech Zone. The commercial development of the ancient village must be based on history. I think Jiuxi is also interested in this, but Jiuxi is  The one in Gusu is definitely not suitable for us in Lingnan. I think we can use Lingnan¡¯s advantages to package the project. And I checked. The place they chose is next to the ancestral hall. It used to be the memorial for the wife of an insightful man from that village.  Fairy Pavilion."

    "What are the advantages of Lingnan? Do we still use wok ear rooms?"

    "No, I personally think the history of Lingnan is Zhuji Lane."

    "Zhuji Lane?"

    They looked at each other. The most famous thing in Zhuji Lane is the ancestral hall of each family. The clan concept in Lingnan is very strong.People think that the most important thing to honor one's ancestors is to build an ancestral hall, which combines modernity with tradition. The ancestral hall is a symbol of unity and inheritance of the past engraved in their genes.

    Xu Jun kept staring at her. The ancestral halls in Zhuji Lane and the ancestral halls in Lingnan were the same as the places he went to two days ago. Those ancestral temples and ancestral halls were engraved in the genes of locals like them. On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month,  During the Qingming Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, I must go back.  Not many people may understand this journey of finding their roots, but it is true that they are all passing on a culture.

    He didn¡¯t know how much inspiration his family¡¯s ancestral hall had given her, but the little girl¡¯s ability to expand her thinking was indeed very satisfactory.

    It¡¯s not just Xu Jun. Alice¡¯s eyes are as wide as copper bells. This girl really dares to say, Nanxiong Zhuji Alley, Lingnan Ancestral Hall. These sentences refer directly to the place where Xu Jun went back two days ago. This girl ate bear heart.  The leopard is so brave that he dares to rub salt into Xu Jun's wounds.

    There was another moment of silence. To be honest, Luo Xin didn't seem to know whether this method would work. She had never designed a modern ancestral hall, but she couldn't stop the inspiration. Every time she thought of the injustice suffered by Xu Jun,  The treatment reminded her of Xu's ancestral hall. Perhaps it was because she was thoughtful that she spoke out her copy without thinking.

    "My copywriting is: every word is precious. The physical books sold by Jiuxi Guildhall are actually feelings. Whether it is writing or reading, the most important thing is to write beautiful chapters when the pen is moving, and every word is beautiful when the ink is flowing. Every word is written to others.  In my heart, Zhuji Lane is the history of Lingnan, and if we deepen this concept, it will naturally resonate."

    Mr. Ali thought for a while and finally understood something.

    "I understand! Jiuxi often holds book signings for well-known writers. Your intention is not to purchase books as customers, but as writers who come to hold book signings! Their novels are exquisite and beautiful!"

    Luo Xinxi smiled and nodded. In the past, bookstores gave customers comfort, but Luo Xinxi wanted to create a place that was friendly to authors. The foothold was different, and the copywriting was also different.  The idea is still Jiuxi's core business, best-sellers and best-selling authors. Authors output words, giving them an environment they want, and a shelf to place their favorite books. The author's books are the author's entire world.

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