CHAPTER 605: CHAPTER 581: SECRETARY SHI (PART 3)

In an instant, cannons roared simultaneously as ribbons fluttered everywhere. The site was awash with applause like waves, camera lenses flashing incessantly, capturing this significant moment.

With the ribbon-cutting ceremony concluded, Yan Yueqing politely invited Secretary Shi to tour the new film base, but he courteously declined. Given his status, his schedule was already packed, so setting aside time for this ceremony was indeed not easy.

Yan Yueqing meant it more as a formality; his absence would actually make the atmosphere a bit more relaxed.

Sure enough, as soon as this big shot left, other officials followed suit, along with several media personnel, instantly reducing the crowd by half.

Those who remained were mostly the crew of "Invisible Heart," Su Nianqing, Shen Yanzhu from Moon Project, and basically staff from the All Stars camp.

Jun Jiu cheerfully glanced toward the mountain gate and invited, "President Yue, shall we go up and take a look?"

"Sure."

With Yan Yueqing’s consent, the Moon Project team finally breathed a sigh of relief and started the live broadcast.

Yan Yueqing’s visit was a last-minute decision, but as soon as Moon Project received the itinerary yesterday, they announced on their official website that there would be a live broadcast of President Yue today.

It was only nine in the morning and a weekday, so not many people were expected to be available.

However, once Moon Project’s broadcast started on Big Cat TV, fans rushed in almost crashing the live stream interface.

[First!]

[Wow, where is this? The surrounding scenery looks amazing! Is President Yue climbing the mountain?]

[This is Little Deer Ridge in P City, buddy. Let me give you a quick rundown; President Yue has invested in a film base here, similar to Hengdian, and it’s brand new! Today is the first time we’re all seeing it~]

[Camera guy, slow down, let me take a look at the surroundings, it’s so beautiful! They must have spent a lot here, right? My President Yue is really wealthy!!!]

[Camera guy, speed up! I’ve heard the film base has an ancient style theme; I’m eager to see how it’s turned out?!]

[Hahaha, you guys first say to speed up, then to slow down, how exactly should the camera guy walk?]

[I’m a P City native; I heard Little Deer Ridge was closed recently and thought it was under maintenance because of the rainy season. It turns out President Yue was investing money in it.]

[I’ve been to P City. Hundred Beasts Mountain is fun, filled with wild animals, but Little Deer Ridge is huge and has very few animals. There’s also a large barren patch in the middle like the Mediterranean, which isn’t nice at all.]

[Did President Yue turn that barren patch into a film base? That area is enormous!!!]

[Say what you will, but President Yue has the capability.]

[No matter how capable, is that possible? I remember Little Deer Ridge was only closed for two or three months? What could they have built?]

[Give my President Yue a piece of land, and my President Yue will return you a miracle! Have you heard of Aladdin’s lamp? Skyscrapers springing up overnight!]

[You do know that’s a myth... President Yue’s situation is different here, right? Materials, approvals, labor, transport; the roads in Little Deer Ridge aren’t as smooth as you might think, not to mention building roads takes time... ]

Amidst the online discussions, the group reached mid-mountain, where the camera finally captured the highly anticipated scene—

The film base!

Before reaching it, countless green stone steps wound upwards, piercing the clouds.

The palace corners were engulfed in mist, resembling a massive beast, pressing weightily on the mountain ridge, elusive and intangible, yet overwhelmingly grand.

After climbing the final stone step, the golden sun had just ascended to the sky.

Nuan Yang poured down, the newly built palaces shone like celestial structures descended from the heavens, radiating a mesmerizing glow amidst the morning mist. The jade-white stone steps with coiled lotus patterns gleamed like condensed fat, and under sunlight, they appeared to ripple with an illusion of flowing water. The main hall was supported by twelve golden dragon columns, with three-layered roofs adorned with bronze gilt wind chimes tinkling gently with the breeze.

The glazed tiles transformed under the sunlight, shifting colors like peacock feathers — sometimes emerald like spring waters, sometimes blue like the deep sea, with golden threads intricately outlining every gap, displaying a tapestry as if woven by heavenly craftsmanship on the roofs.

Outside the palace walls, eighteen newly transplanted weeping crabs, surrounded by various flowers, cradled the man-made lake at the center. Each mountain, each water, each stone, each tree, was crafted with divine ingenuity, reminiscent of the jade palaces and golden pavilions of Penglai Immortal Island!

As the live broadcast images progressed, the grandeur of the palatial complex sparkled golden under the sun, its carved beams and painted rafters, glazed eaves, every detail exquisitely breathtaking.

The bullet comments were initially silent for a second, then the screen exploded with frenzied activity—