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That night, Jiang Qi couldn't hold it back anymore, so at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, he called a group of insiders to go to the snow village to experience the feeling of snow in May.

It's 12 o'clock and it's dark.

There is no moon tonight, and the stars are very dim and almost invisible. Because Snow Village has not yet opened, not even the most basic street lights are on at night.

Jiang Qi held the box containing the dragon's heart and solemnly finalized today's snow play routine.

"Jiang Cha, are you done with the blindfold?" Jiang Qi shined the flashlight at Jiang Cha.

Jiang Cha narrowed his eyes slightly in disgust and nodded calmly: "No problem."

"Lillian, did you bring your magic wand?" Jiang Qi shined the flashlight on Lilian again.

Lilian nodded solemnly and took out the staff from her magic pocket. The gorgeous staff, inlaid with a bunch of beautiful gems for decoration, shined particularly brightly under the light of the flashlight.

As soon as Jiang Qi moved away the flashlight, Lilian asked: "That... boss, I also want to confirm."

"It's 1,000, right? It's money for melting snow."

"...That's right."

"Okay boss, just leave it to me without any worries. I will definitely melt the snow for you until you can't even find a single snowflake."

Jiang Qi finally shined the flashlight on Sangou, who was already a little ready to make a move: "You can't be too presumptuous, you know?"

"Woof!"

"Woof!"

"Woof woof!"

[Know. ]

[Yes, sir! ]

[I promise to only roll 300 times! ]

Jiang Cha glanced at Lala but said nothing.

"Very good!" Jiang Qi changed from holding the box with both hands to holding the box with one hand, and clicked on the card pack.

[Use status]: On

[Scope of use]: Determined

[Temperature setting]: 0℃

[Snowfall thickness]: 3cm

The next second, the temperature dropped suddenly.

Snow fell from the sky, and the goose-feather-like snow made Kua Kua couldn't help but reach out his little hand to catch a snowflake and watch the snowflake melt in his palm.

"Boss, this is real snow!" Kua Kua looked surprised.

"Of course it's real snow. You haven't seen the snow that fell when Antarctica was buried in snow. With strong winds and blizzards, the snowflakes were bigger than this one. If you ride a broomstick in the sky, the flying snowflakes can turn into knives." Jiang Qi sighed.

Although "Snow World" has no plot, the snow scenery is really beautiful, and the thick snow covers almost everything in Antarctica. Jiang Qi had not stayed in the script world of "Ice and Snow World" for too long. If he had stayed any longer, he would have suspected that everything he saw would be white.

"Jiang Cha, can this snowy appearance be created by using illusion magic to create a snowmaking machine? The kind where the snowmaking machine makes snow on the roof." Jiang Qi pointed to the snowflakes flying in the sky.

"Of course." Jiang Cha nodded, indicating that this was nothing.

"Does it consume spiritual energy?"

"It depends on how long it rains in a day." Jiang Cha said calmly, "If it only takes ten minutes a day, it's not a big problem."

As he said that, Jiang Cha glanced at the stopwatch on his phone: "It's already 2 minutes and 53 seconds."

There was no snow on the ground yet, but there was already a thin layer of white on the curtains.

Jiang Qi, who was not wearing clothes blessed with a warming spell, shivered from the cold: "Oh my god, it's still cold at 0 degrees on this snowy day. When the snow village opens, we have to remind tourists who book rooms in the snow village to bring warm clothes. "

"The village chief's canteen must also sell some thick clothes to protect against the cold, lest tourists disobey the advice and end up freezing in our amusement park in the middle of summer."

Old John calmly zipped up the jacket that had been cast with a warming charm. He was now a middle-aged man who was running for five years. He was no match for Jiang Qi, who knew it would be very cold but still insisted on wearing less clothes to experience the feeling of playing in the snow in May. young people.

"Shall we pack some snow and go back to make tea and wine? When I was alive, I always heard people say that tea made from melted snow is the best." Wang Xinghua knelt down and tried to grab a handful of the thin snow on the ground. She was still there. Body temperature, the snow will not melt on her hands.

"Is there such a thing?" Jiang Cha was a little surprised and looked at Lilian, "Lillian, do you have a jar?"

"Ah? Let me look for it." Lilian began to dig into her magic pocket.

Kua Kua was also inspired by Wang Xinghua's words: "If tea made with snow water is particularly delicious, will soup made with snow water also taste good? Kua Kua go get the jar!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kua Kua suddenly disappeared.

Jiang Qi:......

Jiang Qi gave Old John a look, indicating that he didn't care.

Old John:?

He doesn't drink tea. He usually drinks coffee. He doesn't know what kind of water is best for drinking tea.

Kua Kua came back holding two jars. Wang Xinghua took one of the jars and floated directly into the air holding the jar to catch the snow. The other jar was taken over by Jiang Cha. He raised his wrist and it automatically floated into the air, moving around to catch snowflakes like a little game of catching things.

"Let's just say... What era has it been? The pollution is so serious these days. Although this snow is caused by the skill of the frost dragon's heart, it still looks like it fell from the sky. You are not afraid of drinking it. Belly?"

Jiang Qi looked at the people picking up the snow. Well, there was no one there.

Goblins have a strong digestive system, so as long as they don't feed Kua Kua any poisonous weeds, mere food safety issues won't have any impact on Kua Kua.

"It's okay, I'm not afraid, I'll give it a try." Wang Xinghua said happily in the air.

Eight minutes into the snowfall, a very considerable layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground. Jiang Qi couldn't bear the cold for 8 minutes, so he put on a coat with a warming charm.

The snow is still falling.

The three dogs knew that they would not wait to roll around until the snow completely stopped. Jiang Cha and Jiang Cha wanted to test how long it would take for a snowfall, so they could only suppress their desire to rush into the snowdrift and roll around like crazy, restlessly in Jiang Cha. Qi rubbed his pants back and forth, and got a piece of dog hair on his pants.

At the eleventh minute, the surrounding world has turned into white.

Jiang Qi's circle this time was very narrow, just the center of the snow village. Thick snow had piled up in the circled area, and the areas not enclosed were still the same as before.

Jiang Qi once tried to take off his coat and test the temperature on both sides at the border. He found that the skills of the frost dragon's heart were still different from the warmth spell.

The space where the warming spell works is a constant temperature of 25 degrees, and the rest of the space is the original temperature. There is a clear temperature wall in the middle, which people can clearly feel.

But the buff in the frost dragon's heart is different.

Although there is no snow falling in other places, the temperature is affected and is still lower than normal. The farther away you are, the more normal the temperature becomes.

At the 17th minute, the snow stopped.

Jiang Qi took out the ruler he carried with him and inserted it into the snow on the ground.

Three centimeters thick, no more and no less.

What a reliable and accurate heart.

"17 minutes and 36 seconds." Jiang Cha stopped the stopwatch, "Come over tomorrow night and try again. If the time is the same every time, it will be easier for me to handle."

"Okay." Jiang Qi doesn't mind playing in the snow again tomorrow night.

"Woof!"

[Go for it, brothers! ]

With Lala howling, the three dogs excitedly threw themselves at the surrounding snow, rolling happily in the snow. Their thick fur and fat were their best protection, allowing them to roll hard.

In the dark, the three dogs look like three little bears from a distance.

Wang Xinghua came down with a small half can of snow, reached out and grabbed a handful and stuffed it into her mouth, a little disgusted: "Why does this snow have no taste?"

"I thought the magic snow had some flavor."

Even without teleporting, he spread his legs and ran to Wang Xinghua to ask for advice: "Miss Xinghua, the snow water you just mentioned to make tea, is that snow water naturally melted or heated and melted? If If I put the preserved snow directly into the pot and cook it, will the effect be different?"

"Ah, this...let me think about it..."

"It's like this, snow water is water without roots, it's nectar, this nectar... it..." Wang Xinghua used her third-rate literati's ability to tell lies and told Kua Kua that it had nothing to do with making tea with snow water. s story.

Huang Fugui, who had been enjoying the snow quietly when it snowed, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and shaped it into a snowball. He eagerly asked Old John: "Brother John, have you ever had a snowball fight?"

Old John:?

I am a human being, just be a human being! You, a card character, actually want to bully me, an old man like me.

"No." Old John silently unscrewed the cap of the thermos cup, took a sip of hot water, and exhaled a white breath.

"You are not a child of several years old. At this age, how can you still lie down and roll in the snow like a child?" Old John complained.

Old John turned his head and found that Jiang Qi had already lied down and rolled around.

Old John:?

"Wuhu, rolling around in the snow is really fun!" Jiang Qi made a happy voice.

Lala and Laila happily jumped towards Jiang Qi, and the two dogs rolled into a ball. Xuexue tried to pull Lala's tail with her mouth to pull it back to stop this ridiculous behavior. When it failed, she simply joined them and the three dogs rolled into a ball.

It was late at night, and Jiang Qi and his party played in the snow for more than an hour, and did not return until about 1 o'clock in the morning, leaving Lillian to finish.

Wang Xinghua and Kua Kua carried several jars of snow back with them. They believed that I wouldn’t be able to eat it to death anyway, and the tea/soup made from the magical snow would be particularly delicious. They planned to show off their skills in the kitchen of the doll house tonight.

Jiang Qi dragged his clothes that were already wet and had been dried by Jiang Cha's magic back to the hotel to rest.

Then on the second day, as expected, Jiang Qi caught a cold.

It was quite serious, with nasal congestion, throat inflammation, and constant sneezing. Anyone who looked at him would think he had a bad cold due to a cold.

"Boss, this is the ginger tea made by Mr. Huang." The courier boasted and teleported to Jiang Qi's desk with a cup of steaming ginger tea that was rich in ginger flavor.

"Thank you for the compliment. Please apologize to me and Uncle Huang." Jiang Qi sniffed, took out a tissue, wiped it, twisted it into a ball and threw it into the trash can that was already full of tissue.

"Okay boss." Kua Kua nodded, jumped down from the table to the trash can, skillfully lifted up the trash bag that was about the same height as him in the trash bin, replaced it with a new trash bag, and disappeared.

The next second, Kua Kua, who had not thrown away the garbage bag in his hand, came back and asked Feng Ling, who was sitting in Jiang Qi's office: "Miss Xiao Bai Ling, would you like a cup of ginger tea?"

"Thank you for the praise, I won't use it." Feng Ling smiled and shook his head.

Kua Kua disappears again.

Feng Ling unscrewed the thermos cup he carried with him, took a sip of warm water, and asked with a smile: "So, boss, you caught a cold because you didn't wear warm clothes last night and stood in the freezing snow for 8 minutes."

"What else?" Jiang Qi drank ginger tea with difficulty. He really didn't like the taste of ginger.

"I thought you caught a cold because you rolled in the snow with Lala, Xuexue, and Sledge for more than 20 minutes."

Jiang Qi:......

"Go on, have you decided to perform "The Legend of the Princess" next Wednesday?"

Feng Ling nodded: "Yes, originally we thought it would be more prosperous to schedule a weekend for the amusement park passenger flow conference, but this weekend is a little rushed, and next weekend is a little too late, so we might as well schedule it on Wednesday."

"Have Grandma Nangong notified them?"

Jiang Qi said that the super VIP senior group at their amusement park must be notified in advance and they cannot be absent.

Last time they smashed gifts, this group of senior citizens smashed six gold bracelets and three gold rings on the stage, which really opened everyone's eyes.

Leader Feng, who is somewhat feudal and superstitious, has begun to feel that the troupe's luck lies with this group of senior citizens. Suddenly, "The Fairy Match" cannot sell tickets because the members of this senior troupe have left the theater one after another.

It is said that Leader Feng now wishes to worship Nangongfang every day to bring back his luck.

"How are the ticket sales today?" Jiang Qi asked angrily.

"It's still hard to tell in the morning, but according to the current situation, it may be worse than yesterday." Feng Ling smiled bitterly, "I didn't even buy all the VIP tickets when I came."

When The Match is most popular, there are four must-grab items when entering the amusement park: roller coaster, gnome stall, toy theater and theater ticket window.

That's hard to get one vote.

However, performances are like this. They are popular for a while and cold for a while. They become so fast that people can't find the pattern at all.

"Today's attendance rate is estimated to be 70-80%."

"That's not bad." Jiang Qi felt that an old-fashioned play had been performed for more than a month, and the attendance rate was still 70% or 80%, which is considered good.

Jiang Qi moved on his chair and adjusted the position of the cushion: "But why are you coming to the theater with me today? Where is Wang Xinghua?"

Although Feng Ling is the general person in charge of the opera department, because she is also a mainstay, she usually needs to rehearse, get along with the opera actors, need supervision, and sometimes may need guidance. This kind of planning and planning matters are generally Wang Xinghua did all the work, and Wang Xinghua also reported.

Wang Xinghua is still Feng Ling's agent. A 15% commission for a month is a lot of money, but today they actually went on strike and asked Feng Ling to report to work.

He felt that he had to persuade Feng Ling to deduct Wang Xinghua's salary this month, which was outrageous.

Wang Xinghua misjudged the popularity of "The Match". She over-ordered the peripherals and failed to make up for the new peripherals in time. It can also be said that it was a mistake caused by her inexperience in doing this kind of work for the first time, plus the amount of losses. It’s not a big deal, who doesn’t make mistakes at work?

An experienced employee like Hu Qing suffered a career setback last year. Wang Xinghua's mistake is actually understandable.

But it's a bit too much for her not to take her job as an agent seriously.

Jiang Qi frowned slightly. Could it be that Wang Xinghua suffered the biggest setback in her career, was disheartened, and was planning to give up on herself?

Wang Xinghua doesn't look like this kind of person.

Based on her character, she should grit her teeth, work hard secretly, endure hardships, and wait for next month's theater sales to avenge her shame.

"Xinghua has been busy these two days, and I happen to be relatively free these two days. If nothing else happens, I should be the one reporting to you these days." Feng Ling said.

"busy?"

"What is she busy with?" Jiang Qi was confused.

"Xinghua feels that the ticket sales and peripherals of "The Match" were her fault. It was her fault in judgment. She didn't take countermeasures in advance, didn't think about several plans, and overly believed in the skills of my main cast and the crowds in the theater. buff.”

"So Xinghua plans to study under a teacher and learn how to be a qualified theater manager."

Jiang Qi smiled and said, "Who is she looking for as a disciple?"

"Director Shen."

Shen Lirong?

Jiang Qi thought about it and felt that Wang Xinghua was quite good at finding people. Shen Lirong was not as busy with work as Hu Qing on weekdays, which could be seen from the fact that she could often find time to go to the theater to watch movies.

Shen Lirong is also very keen on peripheral sales and judgment of market trends. She and Hu Qing are both supervisors. In theory, they are on the same level and have the same salary. However, because they are responsible for different content, they are far less present in the amusement park than Hu Qing.

But Shen Lirong's own working ability is very good, and her temperament is also very good.

He just doesn't know if Shen Lirong, who has a good temper and personality, is willing to be friends with Wang Xinghua. He suddenly wants to learn from his teacher for no reason. Jiang Qi feels that 99% of people will ignore her.

"She just went to become a disciple with nothing?" Jiang Qi wanted to send a message to ask Jiang Cha what happened.

Feng Ling shook his head: "Of course it's impossible to be empty-handed. Xinghua brought her newly bought bag to give to Manager Shen as a apprenticeship gift."

Jiang Qi almost choked to death from a mouthful of ginger tea.

Good guy, Wang Xinghua spent a lot of money to give away the 190,000 yuan package she just received.

"Director Shen accepted it?"

"No." Feng Ling shook her head, "Director Shen said that we are all colleagues in the amusement park. If Xinghua has any questions, she can ask them at any time without giving gifts."

"She suggested that Xinghua go to the toy store to experience it when she has time. The toy store often has new releases and activities, and there are many things that the theater can learn from."

"So Xinghua is going to the toy store to study these days."

Jiang Qi suddenly understood, silently took another sip of the ginger tea that almost choked him to death, and said slowly: "Actually, I don't think Xinghua needs to learn from Director Shen. Although Director Shen understands sales and marketing, she doesn't understand drama. .”

"Xinghua should recall what her father did when he was alive. Although I have never met her father, I can get a glimpse of it from the glorious deeds of Leader Wang that I have heard about."

"If Xinghua can learn 50% of her father's skills, it will be enough for her to dominate the theater industry."

The premise is to learn and apply it flexibly, otherwise it will be easy to get the theater owner into it.

Jiang Qi said that the theater owner is himself!

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing!" Feng Ling, who had little experience in reporting for the first time, remembered that she had missed something important, "Grandma Nangong would like to make an appointment with you after "The Legend of the Princess" ends next Wednesday night. "

"arrange a time?"

"It said that there is a friend who wants to introduce you to him. If you are willing and have time, I will answer the call."

"I have time." Jiang Qi nodded, but felt a little strange.

friend?

Aren't Nangongfang's friends just those old men and women? He knows them all.

They are both the grandpa and grandma who are the financiers of the theater.

Is there anything in particular that needs to be introduced?

The thoughts of the super financier grandma are really hard to figure out.