travel starts with photography

The girl who had been chatting nicely with Chen Xing before gave Chen Xing an apologetic smile and then ran off to her colleague.

Tsk, she's quite a little woman.

Chen Xing didn't blame her. He had encountered this kind of thing frequently since his video went viral the year before last. It was better to notify only one person than to have a large group of people surrounding him all of a sudden. He was used to it.

However, Chen Xing was not sure about this person's background, so he politely replied, "I've only read about Nadam in textbooks before, but this time it really broadens my horizons. Who are you?"

The person on the other side extended her hand, and Chen Xing walked up to her and shook hands with her.

"My name is Siqin Zhaorige. I work at the Xilinhot Culture and Tourism Bureau and am temporarily in charge of this year's Nadam Fair."

Oh, leader!
Chen Xing immediately knew why she found him.

In the past, when he traveled, the videos or photos he took became travel advertisements. Even if he didn't receive advertising fees, netizens knew that he went to a certain place, and the number of tourists to that place would increase.

Therefore, the majority of messages in his business mailbox are invitations to cooperate from various tourism bureaus.

Sure enough, after just a few words, the female leader asked, "Mr. Chen Xing, are you here to shoot some video footage this time? Is there anything we haven't done 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 didn't plan to post a video. Besides... I've said it in my updates before. I will rarely post videos in China in the future."

"Why? You should be the top travel blogger in China."

Siqin Zhaorige had never seen the updates posted by Chen Xingfa, and had no idea why Chen Xing made such a decision.

The Nadam held in Xilinhot is the grandest festival in the whole of Inner Mongolia. As the leader of the Culture and Tourism Bureau in charge of this festival, he is naturally aware of the importance of travel bloggers nowadays. There are no less than fifty bloggers active on the grassland outside today.

No one among them can compare with Chen Xing.

It is because of this exposure that she knows how much money travel bloggers make nowadays.

In the past two years, the enthusiasm for tourism has been high across the country. Cultural and tourism bureaus in various places have been very generous to internet celebrities who can stimulate consumption. Some local bureau directors even personally come out to promote the industry and become internet celebrities themselves. This alone shows how much they value the tourism industry in their jurisdiction.

Siqin Zhaorige also sent an email to Chen Xing asking for cooperation, but there was no response.

She still felt it was a pity, but on the first day of the festival she heard news that someone suspected to be Chen Xing was present... Her first reaction was that it was all over, as he was traveling in plain clothes, had no contact with the locals, and then would find fault with them in various ways.

That's why she came here 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 of Chen Xing, and it is also the reason why Chen Xing is now trying his best to avoid exposure.

He is just an ordinary photographer.

In the past, he did not shoot travel videos in order to become a travel blogger, but just wanted to share his travel experiences... And did he really become famous as a travel blogger? Not necessarily. He became famous in China because of his outstanding appearance and many female fans.

Now I make myself look 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 them and won’t be allowed to leave until they sign dozens of signatures.

It would be fine if all the comments on his photography works by industry insiders on the Internet were praises, but as soon as there was any opinion, a group of fans who were not sure whether they were black or white would immediately go up and destroy other people’s Weibo or short video accounts, forcing Chen Xing to apologize.

His career in China has not made any progress, maybe it is because of this group of fans. Seeing Siqin Zhaorige was silent for a while, Chen Xing smiled and said, "So, boss, it's useless for you to look for me."

"You can't be so absolute. It would be a waste if you gave up such a good account. It's better to make more money while you are still young. And I promise that you can post whatever you want. We don't need you to say good things for us. Just say what you want to say and share your true feelings about us."

Siqin Zhaorige is very confident that their session is learning from the Zibo model, serving tourists completely without making them feel troubled or setting random prices to cheat tourists out of their money.

As long as Chen Xing is willing to recommend it for them, regardless of whether the number of visitors will increase in the next few days, even if it only increases word of mouth, it will also benefit the next Nadam Festival, so it will not be a loss no matter how you calculate it.

"lead……"

"I am a few years older than you. You can just call me Sister Si Zhao. There are several yurts in our garden that are over a hundred years old. Do you want to go and have 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 tempted. He loved traveling just to see things he had never seen before.

At this time, the curtain at the door was lifted again, and Zhou Peng and his wife came over according to the sign on the yurt. After coming in, the two men only greeted Chen Xing, and then admired the various Mongolian robes in the room.

"You really know how to find a place, Chen Xing. There are clothes racks everywhere outside, but there are so many here."

Siqin Zhaorige knew that these two people were the friends that Chen Xing mentioned, and she also became enthusiastic: "Those small stalls outside rent clothes from here. There are all kinds of Mongolian robes in this room, Khorchin style, Ordos style..."

The clothing styles of the Mongolian tribes vary greatly. From the sheep-horn headdress of the Barhu tribe to the gorgeous crowns of Chahar women, each design reflects the historical beliefs and aesthetic pursuits of different tribes.

Even within the same tribe, there are significant differences in clothing among people of different ages and marital status.

This room is almost a clothing museum where you can find all kinds of styles.

Sister Si Zhao decided that the three of them would do the work together. She would show her sincerity first, and then get Chen Xing's consent... There wouldn't be anyone who would really drive the money away, right?
When taking wedding photos, you definitely need more beautiful clothes.

She asked someone to bring a piece of clothing that was different from any Mongolian robe Chen Xing had seen before. It was made of silk, bright red in color, and looked as shiny as silk. However, it looked a bit thick, so it might be a bit tiring to wear it out to take pictures.

But it's so beautiful.

Chen Xing didn't have to help Qin Xinlei pick clothes, so he was happy to have some free time. He found a chair to sit down and rest.

After a while, the girl who had secretly reported to me before came over with a cup of tea and said, "Please have some tea."

"Well, thank you."

"Haha, it's okay." She didn't walk far away, but leaned over the counter behind Chen Xing to help introduce it. "That's our Mongolian traditional headdress. In the past, only nobles could wear it. Now we usually wear it when we get married."

Chen Xing sipped his tea and nodded slightly.

The headdresses of Mongolian women are quite ornamental. They admire silver jewelry, coral, and turquoise from the grassland. When these are matched together, they appear noble.

Chen Xing suddenly thought of a cross-dressing video he had seen before. There was a very beautiful set of Mongolian clothing in it. If it really 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 clothes like this here?"

The picture shows a woman wearing an ice-blue dress that tightens and loosens at the calves like a morning glory. She has 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, and her brows were furrowed into a shape of a "川" (cross).

None of the 28 Mongolian tribes have robes like this, right? (End of this chapter)