The girl who had a good chat with Chen Xing smiled apologetically at Chen Xing, and then ran to her colleagues.
Gee, she’s quite a little girl.
Chen Xing actually didn't blame her. Ever since his video became popular on the Internet the year before last, he had often encountered such things. It was better to only notify one person than to suddenly have a large group of people surrounding him. He had already gotten used to it.
However, Chen Xing didn't know the origin of this person, so he politely replied: "I have only seen Naadam in textbooks before, but this time it is an eye-opener. Who are you?"
The other person reached out to her, and Chen Xing stepped forward to shake her hand.
"My name is Siqin Zhaorige, I work at the Xilinhot Culture and Tourism Bureau, and I am temporarily in charge of this year's Naadam Conference."
Oh yo, leader!
Chen Xing knew immediately why she found him.
When he went traveling in the past, the videos or photos he took became travel advertisements. Even if he did not receive advertising fees, if netizens knew that he went to a certain place, the number of tourists in that place would increase.
Therefore, the most popular items in his business mailbox are cooperation invitations from various tourism bureaus.
Sure enough, after a few words of conversation, the female leader said: "Mr. Chen Xing came here to shoot some video material? Is there anything we didn't do well?"
"No, no."
Chen Xing quickly shook his head and said: "Just call me Chen Xing. I came to Inner Mongolia to help a friend take wedding photos. I have no intention of posting videos, and... I have said in posts before that I will seldom do so in the future.
Post the video domestically.”
"Why? You should be our top travel blogger in China."
Siqin Zhaorige has never seen Chen Xingfa’s updates, and he doesn’t know why Chen Xing made such a decision.
Naadam held in Xilinhot is the grandest festival in Inner Mongolia. As the leader of the Culture and Tourism Bureau in charge of this festival, he naturally understands the importance of travel bloggers today. There are no less than fifty bloggers active in the pastures outside today.
Among them, none can compare with Chen Xing.
It was because of her exposure that she knew how much money travel bloggers make nowadays.
In the past two years, the enthusiasm for tourism across the country has been high. The cultural and tourism bureaus in various places have been very generous to Internet celebrities who can stimulate consumption. In some places, the directors will even personally shout out and become Internet celebrities themselves. Only in this way can we see how much they care about their jurisdictions.
How much attention is paid to tourism.
Siqin Zhaorige also sent an email to Chen Xing asking for cooperation, but there has been no news.
She also felt it was a pity that on the first day of the festival, she heard news that Chen Xing was suspected of being present... Her first reaction was that it was over. This was a plainclothes trip. She did not contact the locals first, and then started to find trouble.
That's why she came over in a hurry.
Chen Xing shook his head and sighed: "Maybe it's because it's too popular."
"..."
Siqin Zhaorige was speechless for a moment.
Aren’t you a travel blogger? Do you still think you are too famous?
This is the stereotype that many people in China have about Chen Xing, and it is also the reason why Chen Xing is trying his best to avoid exposure.
He is just an ordinary photographer.
In the past, I didn’t make travel videos because I wanted to be a travel blogger. I just wanted to share my travel experiences... And did he really become popular as a travel blogger? Not necessarily. He is popular in China because of his outstanding appearance.
, there are enough female fans.
Now I act like a celebrity. I have to wear a hat and sunglasses when I go out. If I am recognized by others, I will be surrounded by people and will not be allowed to leave unless I sign dozens of names.
Any industry insiders on the Internet commented on his photography works, and they all praised him. But if he had any opinions, a group of fans who didn't know whether it was black or white would immediately go up and destroy other people's Weibo or short video accounts, which made Chen Xing angry.
I still have to apologize.
His career in China has not made any progress, perhaps because of this group of fans.
Seeing that Siqin Zhaorige fell silent for a moment, Chen Xing smiled and said, "So, boss, it's useless for you to find me."
"You can't say it so absolutely. You said it's a waste if you give up a good account. It's better to make more money while you're young. And I promise, you can post whatever you want when the time comes. We don't need you.
Speak kindly to us, say whatever you have to say, just tell us your truest feelings about being here with us."
Siqinzhaorige is very confident. This time they are learning from the Zibo model and completely serving tourists without making them feel inconvenienced or setting prices randomly to defraud tourists.
As long as Chen Xing is willing to recommend it to them, regardless of whether the passenger flow will increase in the next few days, even if it only increases word-of-mouth, it will benefit the next Naadam, and there will be no loss no matter what.
"lead……"
"How many years am I older than you? Just call me Sister Sizhao. There are several yurts in our garden that have been built for more than a hundred years. Do you want to take a look?"
A yurt that’s over a hundred years old?
At that time, New China had not yet been established.
Chen Xing was really moved. He loved traveling just to see these things he had never seen before.
At this time, the curtain at the door was opened again, and Zhou Peng and his wife came over based on the sign on the yurt. After the two came in, they only said hello to Chen Xing, and then admired the dazzling array of Mongolian robes in the room.
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"You really know how to find a place, Chen Xing. There are all hangers on display outside, but there are so many here."
Siqin Zhaorige knew that these two people were the friends Chen Xing mentioned, and became enthusiastic: "Those small stalls outside all rent clothes from here. There are all kinds of Mongolian robes in this house, including Horqin style.
Ordos style..."
The clothing styles of various Mongolian tribes are very different. From the horn-shaped headdress of the Barhu tribe to the gorgeous headdress of Chahar women, every design reflects the historical beliefs and aesthetic pursuits of different tribes.
Even people from the same tribe, different age groups, and marital statuses have significant differences in their clothing.
And this room is almost a costume museum, you can find all kinds of styles.
Sister Sizhao decided to do the work of the three of them together. First, show her sincerity, and then ask Chen Xing to agree... There can't be anyone really driving the money away, right?
If you are taking wedding photos, you will definitely need more beautiful clothes.
She asked someone to get a piece of clothing that was different from the Mongolian robes Chen Xing had seen before. It had a silk-like texture, bright red, and looked as shiny as silk, but it looked a bit thick and difficult to wear out.
Taking pictures can be a bit tiring.
But it's so beautiful.
Chen Xing didn't have to help Qin Xinlei choose clothes, so he was happy to have some leisure time and found a chair to sit down and rest.
After a while, the young lady who had snitched secretly came over with a cup of tea and said, "Please have some tea."
"Well, thank you."
"Haha, it's okay." She didn't go far, lying on the counter behind Chen Xing to help introduce, "That is our traditional Mongolian headdress. It used to be worn by nobles, but now we usually wear it when we get married."
Chen Xing sipped the tea and nodded gently.
The headwear of Mongolian women is still very ornamental. They admire silver jewelry, coral, and turquoise from the grassland. When these are paired together, they look noble.
Chen Xing suddenly thought of the cross-dressing video that he had seen before. There was a set of beautiful Mongolian clothes in it. If it existed, it would be quite suitable for Qin Xinlei's figure.
So I took out my phone and searched for a while, then said to the girl at the counter behind me:
"Do you have such clothes here?"
The picture shows a woman wearing ice blue clothes, with her calves tightened and loosened like morning glory, a white waistcoat on her shoulders, and a relatively high hat on her head, with pearls hanging down.
The girl looked at it again and again, her brows furrowed into the character "Chuan".
Of the 28 tribes in Mongolia, none of them have robes like this, right?
