Qin Lin drove his BMW 5 Series out of the manor and headed for Youcheng.
Today, he was going to the Youcheng Tourism Association.
As soon as he entered Youcheng, it was clear that the city was livelier than before.
There were more tourists, too.
They had been drawn by Youcheng's changing climate. The streets were packed with people. Even the commercial districts of international cities didn't get this crowded, did they?
And winter wasn't even over yet, but everyone on the streets was already wearing short sleeves.
It seemed the people of Youcheng and its visitors had all adapted to the changing climate.
The Youcheng Tourism Association was holding a meeting today because the climate change had sparked another boom in Youcheng tourism.
There was another reason, too. One scenic area had used an inappropriate phrase in its advertising and been reported and criticized for it. A department had ordered it to make corrections.
Qin Lin knew about the incident, of course. He found it a little exasperating. These days, every industry seemed to have restrictions on what words it could use.
The original meaning had been perfectly innocent, but people insisted on reading something into it.
And while they spent all day fixating on this sort of thing, they neglected matters they actually ought to handle. Otherwise, the textbook controversy wouldn't have blown up.
At this rate, Li Bai would probably be removed from textbooks before long.
After all, Bai had written, "Ten paces, one man slain; a thousand miles, no one passes."
That could be considered illegally carrying a controlled weapon and inciting assault.
And "Wang Lun's friendship cannot compare!" might be interpreted as proof that the relationship wasn't properly defined, encouraging people to imagine a male-male couple.
But the current situation was just maddening.
He'd heard