Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 132 The Birth of an Internet Celebrity Check-in Spot
Figesin is out.

After thinking about the profound question of the fate of intelligent creatures for so long, she figured out one thing.

She just couldn't figure out such a complicated problem.

It would be better to start by fulfilling the duties of a lord.

I have been stuck in the room for so long, but the operation of the North Territory has not been affected at all.

Development is not scary, but it will be embarrassing if someone is missing.

She can't be depressed anymore, she has to cheer up!
Figxin took a deep breath. She hadn't been out for a long time. Now she was suddenly planning to leave the room and felt a little nervous. She hadn't seen a living person in these days except the maid who delivered meals.

Grab the door handle and push it open.

"Crack!"

There was a flash of lightning head-on, and the view was completely white.

Figosin instinctively wanted to fight back, but he heard a familiar voice.

"Feifei?"

"Sister Gerda?" Figesin rubbed his eyes and saw a figure that was a little uncertain.

Gerda in front of me was wearing an ice-blue dress and a translucent gauze cape.

And wearing a crown!

What's going on? Is it because I opened the door in the wrong way?
Could it be that Gerda was unwilling to be depressed and inferior to others for a long time?

"Feifei, you're out!" Gerda came over and hugged Figesin affectionately.

"You, no, this is?" Figxin asked somewhat incoherently.

"Oh, you mean this outfit," Gerda said, turning around, her skirt spreading out like petals, "My look in Magic Shadow, I'm taking pictures for Weibo."

"What Weibo post, and what pictures?" Figxin felt like he had been locked up for more than a month, but it seemed like a century had passed outside.

"It's just a platform for sharing things. You'll see when you take a look at it later."

This thing cannot be explained in a few words.

"I have tens of thousands of followers on Weibo. When they travel to the north, they might imitate and take photos, making this kind of photo a popular trend and eventually becoming a popular check-in spot."

Gerda tried to recall and said, "Yes, that's the name. Internet celebrity check-in spot. Drogo said in the meeting that he wanted to build a lot of check-in spots in the North so that people would follow suit."

Figxin nodded as if she understood. She was never good at this kind of thing, but it should be a good thing if it could attract tourists.

"Will tourists also be able to come into the castle and take pictures?" she suddenly asked.

Although the lobby on the first floor of the castle has become a material transportation line for the Drogo Group, the upper floors are still habitable. If tourists really come in, the Northern Lord will probably have to move out of Winterhold.

"That won't happen. The costume rental, photographer and shooting location will be arranged outside the castle." Gerda replied.

"It's okay." Figxin breathed a sigh of relief that his residence was saved.

"By the way, since you are out now, we need to finalize the details of the preparations for welcoming tourists at noon, at the Drogo factory."

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At this time, in the Drogo factory, in the cafeteria room.

In order to meet Zhuogo's need to chat with others while eating, a private room was specially built in the cafeteria.

He always felt that chatting was a bit too serious and it would be more relaxed at the dinner table.

But there was only a meal session, no drinking session.

Forcing people to drink is purely a test of obedience. It is a strange and bad habit with a short history and there is no need to promote it.

Although Drogo was already in a position where he could be made to drink, he did not intend to demonstrate his power in such a boring way.

Several people and dragons were looking at two small pots on the table. One of them had a soup so red that it looked spicy, while the other one had a clear soup, both of which were heated with magic flames from the bottom.

The two pots started boiling one after the other within a few seconds, bubbling.

"Okay, the pot is boiling, we can put the food in!"

"What is this?" Figxin asked curiously. She knew that many nobles would come up with quite strange ways of eating to show off their wealth.

For example, extremely complex food carvings, putting gold foil on cakes, and stewing pearls in chicken soup.

Don’t ask if it tastes better, just ask if it looks expensive. But it’s the first time I’ve seen a bunch of ingredients brought to the table and cooked fresh.

If she didn't know what kind of dragon Drogo was, she would have thought someone was deliberately making fun of her.

"Hot pot, or shabu-shabu, believe me, it's delicious."

After the druids grew the Sichuan peppercorns, they developed a substitute for ginger and aniseed. By combining it with existing onions, garlic, chili peppers and some other local spices, they successfully created a low-end modified red oil soup base.

Drogo had tasted it beforehand, and it tasted pretty good.

In order to solve the problem of not being able to eat spicy food, we also thoughtfully prepare a clear soup base.

You should eat hot pot in winter.

Zhuo Ge picked up a few slices of mutton with chopsticks and put them into the boiling red oil.

Others followed suit, but used tongs and were equipped with knives, forks and spoons.

"Just blanch your tripe for a few seconds. If you blanch it for too long, the taste will become unpleasant." Drogo reminded.

When Figxin heard this, he hurriedly picked it up without dipping it in the sauce. He was prepared not to spit it out even if it tasted bad, as that would be too impolite, so he took a careful bite.

What a magical taste, bouncy, a little numb in the mouth, but acceptable, a strong fragrance blooms in the mouth.

“Really, it’s delicious.”

When others heard her say this, they also tried it and received unanimous praise.

"Very good," Drogo said with satisfaction, "Now hot pot is a traditional delicacy of the North."

Today I invited the locals to eat hotpot, just to see if they would accept it and whether it can be used as a check-in delicacy.

After all, food has no fixed taste, only what is palatable is precious.

If the locals can accept it, hot pot is simply the best standardized dish. As long as the raw materials are of quality, it is difficult to make it taste bad.

"But there was no such thing in the North before." Figxin said honestly.

"Of course, hot pot was invented by the chef who accompanied the first king of Sutton during his winter hunting trips."

Figesin's little face was full of big question marks.

"It was freezing cold and there was a lack of spices. The chef was quick to come up with a hot pot using the sheep the king had hunted. The king tasted it and praised it highly, rewarding the chef with 100 gold coins on the spot."

Drogo said to the assistant at the door, "Remember this. In the future, advertise according to this statement. The king has carefully selected them."

Doudou scooped up a large spoonful of beef.

Zhuo Ge continued, "Now we have several special tourist experiences in the North, including the ice and snow park, skiing, the "Frozen" pilgrimage and photo taking, hot pot, and forest camping experience. Is there anything I missed?"

These are the items that Drogo carefully selected and are suitable for spreading as memorable points on the Internet.

There are always many people who like to follow trends. As long as you create the feeling that the North is the most popular tourist destination, you can really attract so many tourists.

“Nothing is missing,” answered Gerda.

Doudou scooped up a large spoonful of mushrooms.

"We must pay attention and severely punish those who sell fake goods, tamper with the scales, and make money through illegal means. We cannot let their greed ruin the marketing efforts that have been made with great difficulty."

The advantage of the Internet is that good things can be spread abroad, but the disadvantage is that bad things can be spread thousands of miles away.

"I can let all my guards engage in supervision work." Figesin said. The guards were a little stunned, but they were serious about their work and absolutely loyal.

Doudou scooped up a large spoonful of shrimp paste.

"Then, I wish the North's tourism revenue-generating plan a great success."

It sounds high-sounding, but in fact, the income generated by the North is basically equal to that generated by Drogo.

Taxes? The taxes collected by the lords were not even a fraction of the revenue that Drogo's group made in the North.

"Let's eat!" Thinking that rich people would soon come to the North to spend money, Drogo happily stretched his chopsticks towards the hot pot.

What about the dishes?

Where is the freshly cut meat?
"No, where are all the things I put there?" Drogo asked puzzledly.

"I don't know." Doudou puffed up his cheeks and answered incoherently.

(End of this chapter)