I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

Chen Muhuai thought carefully, and tried to compliment Aunt Gulistan’s food like a flower, without showing too much traces, so as not to make people feel suspicion of Amway

Fortunately, Cheng Zijun and the trio seemed to be quite interested in his description and asked many questions.

"Well, Chen Mu, you arrange it tomorrow, and we want to see it."

Finally, Cheng Zijun exchanged glances with Li Yigan and Li Yihan, and made a request to Chen Mu.

Chen Mu resisted a smile and agreed: "No problem, but I have to communicate with Aunt Gu Li first. If possible, I will be your tour guide in the afternoon and take you there."

"Thanks, buddy."

"You're welcome."

The matter was so settled. Cheng Zijun and the three of them were tired after walking on the road for a day, so they slept in peace soon.

Others can rest, but tour guide Chen can't. He is an inexperienced pheasant tour guide. If he wants to be timid tomorrow, he can only work overtime overnight.

First think about all the activities that can be done, write them down on paper, and then choose to be more operable and prepare to be the main project this time.

There are still some that are more difficult to achieve, you can try slowly, anyway, in a word, it is the sentence: cross the river by feeling the stones.

Of course, as a pheasant tour guide without any experience, Director Chen also has an advantage.

He has a black technology map in his mind.

Those Uighur villages are all within the range of Chen Mu's map.

A small part of the sand sea to the north is also within the range of the map.

Therefore, as long as they are in this area of ​​the map, these three people are under his surveillance... Well, under his protection, there will be no major accidents.

Especially if he really tries to enter the sand sea, as long as he doesn't go deep, he can cover it.

Now no one regards entering the sand sea as a tourist project, because the risk is too high. After all, the weather in the desert is unpredictable, and no one knows when there will be strong winds, causing people to lose their way, thus causing unpredictable danger. ...So, Chen Mu thinks this is a good gimmick and should be focused.

I can't extricate myself from being immersed in my own thoughts, and the night passes quickly...

The next day, as soon as the Uighur uncle entered the gate of the gas station, he saw tour guide Chen greet him with panda eyes.

"Uncle Aizmati, I want to discuss something with you."

"Ah, what's the matter?"

The Uighur old man looked out subconsciously, trying to find the white figure, and asked, "Is it true that Hu Da's messenger has any purpose?"

It does not make sense?

Chen Mu wiped off his eyes and covered his urge to roll his eyes: "No, no, uncle, what I want to tell you is not about this."

The Uyghur old man rolled his eyes angrily: "If something is going on, I thought it was Hu Da's messenger who has left. You scared the old man."

I @#%……

Chen Mu tried his best to calm himself down, and then recounted what Cheng Zijun and the others had experienced when they wanted to experience the Uyghur village, and said, "Uncle, this is a good opportunity to make money. If you want, we will start in the afternoon."

When the Uyghur old man heard this, his brows frowned and he said bluntly: "Xiao Mu, the old man has always regarded him as his own child. If your friend wants to play at home, he can just go and say what money is not. What does it look like? We Uighurs are very hospitable. Even if it is not your friend, we can’t collect money if we invite guests to the house.”

"How can you not collect money?"

Chen Mu was a little bit dumbfounded, and quickly explained: "Uncle, I am going to make this business a business. If the market can be developed in the future, more and more people will come, and then more than tourists will come to you. Home, you can go to other villagers’ homes so that everyone can make money. Isn’t it a good thing?"

The Uyghur old man thought for a while. Of course his family can decide on their own, but he has to think about things related to other people in the village.

After pondering for a while, he asked, "How much do you charge?"

Chen Mu actually didn't think about it. He felt that Cheng Zijun and the others had a total of three people. It would be almost enough to collect 3,000 people at the top of the day. I was afraid that 3,000 people would not be too many. He was going to act by chance, so he said, "Uncle, collect money. Leave it alone, I will negotiate with them. Anyway, I will leave 70% of the money received, and I will keep the rest... Well, uncle, I can assure you that the money I left will be Most of them are used to grow trees."

The Uighur old man had no idea about collecting money. He didn't know what the 70% was, so he didn't have any comments. He just said: "What guarantee, can the old man believe you?"

The matter was settled, Chen Mu discussed some details with the Uyghur elderly, and then the Uyghur elderly soon rode a donkey back to the village.

Chen Mu felt relieved, and he felt a little relaxed after being excited all night. He suddenly felt sleepy and fell asleep on the table without knowing it.

When I woke up, it was already ten o'clock.

What left him speechless was that Cheng Zijun and the three of them didn't even get up. They all seemed to be night owls.

Chen Mu could only wait helplessly, and when they got up, the hands of the clock stopped at eleven o'clock precisely.

"Hurry up and wash, I have prepared for you early, um, just a few naan, dipped in jam to eat together, try it."

In order to make the guests feel at home, Chen Mu had to take out his treasured naan and jam, thinking fiercely that these would have to be collected afterwards and doubled.

Cheng Zijun and the others ate the milk and the naan dipped in jam, and they all felt their eyes bright.

"It's not bad!"

"Much better than yesterday's."

"Hey, this is still true. They all look the same, but they still taste different."

The three of them were talking enthusiastically. After eating five naan, they still felt that they were still not satisfied. Looking at Chen Mu with their eyes, Chen Mu could only spread his hands: "This is what I have leftovers. You really want to eat it, wait. Let’s eat at Aunt Gulistan’s in the afternoon."

After a slight pause, his mind quickly turned, and he thought of a profitable idea: "When you come back, you can buy some to take back. Naan, raisin, jam, etc., are all good. "

The three of them had no choice but to stop and look forward to the afternoon trip.

At twelve o'clock noon, the Uighur old man returned.

Along with him was a middle-aged Uighur. They led four Bactrian camels and walked slowly into the gas station.

Chen Mu led the three of them, Cheng Zijun, who were ready to go to the camel, and the tour guide said in his upper body: "Dear friends, our three-day and two-night trip is about to begin. Please get on the camel and let our The boat of the desert will lead you into the depths of the desert, looking for peace and victory."