I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

After leading the four tourists into the house, Chen Mu began to make dinner for them.

Knowing that the tourists were coming, he had already made preparations, specially prepared a lot of vegetables and meat in the town, and made a lamb hot pot.

"We have nothing good here, but the lamb is very good. The taste is different from other places. You can eat more, it is not enough for us to cut again, um, beer is enough."

Lamb is a specialty here and must be promoted vigorously, not to mention that Chen Mu is still a good choice, not to mention the taste, and tourists are very satisfied.

In addition to mutton, Chen Mu also bought a local chicken and a piece of yak meat, plus some pesticide-free and chemical-free farmer’s own vegetables, and set up a table full for tourists to eat.

The tourists ate hot pot and drank beer, and soon became brothers and sisters with Chen Mu. Dahua directly gave the tour guide Chen a nickname Xiao Mumu.

"Xiao Mumu, what did you think when you were young? How could you run here to open a gas station?"

Dahua hugged Chen Mu's shoulders and asked curiously.

In his eyes, the northwest side is a poor place. He thought so in his heart, and expressed it in his mouth. He didn't know how to be polite and tactful.

Chen Mu could have seen it. This guy was superb on the surface, but in fact he was straightforward. As long as he could stand his stinky mouth that had no room to talk, anyone could get along with him.

"What else is there, the son inherited his father's business, it's that way anyway, um, it's actually pretty good here, I really like the days like this."

Chen Mu actually feels that he is in a very good state now. Ever since he met Hu Xiaoer and got the black technology map, he no longer felt boring to stay here, and gradually lost his idea of ​​selling the gas station and leaving.

"It turns out that the son inherited his father's inheritance..."

Dahua patted Chen Mu's shoulder with a little sympathy, raised his hand and poured himself a sip of wine, and then sighed with the same feeling: "It seems that your situation is the same as mine. My dad has been Forcing me to go back and inherit his business, it almost drives me crazy... Alas, I am not a person who likes to be restrained. When I think of my dad’s assets of tens of billions and hundreds of employees, the responsibility is so great. I'll be trembling all over with fright."

I was so scared that I was shaking all over, OK...

When Chen Mu heard the phrase "assets in the tens of billions", he was so careful that he almost jumped out.

He took a serious look at the painful face of the bearded man, and made sure that the other party was not pretending to be forceful. Then he put his arms around the other party's shoulders and comforted with a sense of faith: "It will be fine, everything will be fine."

No matter who it is, inheriting tens of billions of assets is a good thing with bad luck, and this can be guaranteed.

After a meal of wine, Chen Mu learned a lot from the four tourists.

They all come from an outdoor cross-country club called Xingye Club. To put it bluntly, it is a small group of people who like to drive off-road, with more than 500 members.

After Cheng Zijun posted photos of traveling here in the Xingye Club group, it caused a great response. Dahua and the others were the first members of the club to test the waters. I want to see if the situation here is. It really was as good as Cheng Zijun described.

If it feels good to test the water this time, someone will definitely come one after another.

Moreover, Dahua and the others also said that they have joined more than one club. If they think it is good afterwards, they will recommend it to people from other clubs. More people will come here.

Chen Mu was very excited when he heard these things. He could see that Cheng Zijun and Dahua were rich and time owners. Can they attract such boutique customers, but still have no money to make money?Still worry about it?

The next day, the tour guide Chen led the four uncles on the camels and set off.

This time, Jiansuoer got six camels, which not only let the tourists sit on them, but also Chen Mu and the elderly Uyghurs also rode one.

Previously, Chen Mu paid him 200 yuan at a price of 50 yuan per camel, which gave him a taste of the sweetness, so this time he specially brought all the adult camels in his family to win by quantity. Earn more money from Chen Mu.

Coming to the home of the Uighur elderly again, Aunt Guli and sister-in-law Reyihan, dressed in ethnic costumes unique to the Uighur, came out to greet the guests.

The first time a guest came to the door, the two of them would feel restrained. After gaining experience this time, they both became more confident. They smiled and said a few welcome words, then took the initiative to stand aside and looked at the four with a smile. The tourists wandered around in the yard.

They all kept in mind what Chen Mu had told them. These city people have never seen the appearance of ordinary Uighur village houses, so even though the things at home are old and dilapidated, they are all new things to the people in the city. Son, they like it.

Next, first serve as snacks with glutinous rice, dried fruit and milk tea, and sit under the grape racks and chat for a while. In the evening, there is a grand pilaf, barbecue and naan dinner. The four tourists ate very happily. Without exception, he fell under the wine glass.

In the next two days, Chen Mu led the four tourists and repeated the route that Cheng Zijun and the others had taken before. Everything went well. It was not until the third morning that there was a little accident.

"I won't go to the sand control area today. Let's take a break and see how things are going in the afternoon."

Chen Mu hadn't looked at the black technology map for the past two days, just took a quick glance at it on a whim, something went wrong, and he quickly changed the travel plan that had been arranged long ago.

"what happened?"

The tourists are a little puzzled.

In the last two days, they are generally satisfied. The local customs and everything here bring them enough freshness. They have to play with them. This is their consensus. This time they really let them. I think this trip is worthwhile.

Originally, it was good to go to the desert control area today to experience how to make a grass grid windproof tent. Chen Mu suddenly said that he would take a break, which made them a little puzzled.

"There may be a sandstorm later, let's avoid it and wait until the sandstorm passes."

Chen Mu thought for a while and explained a little bit.

He didn't dare to say it to death, only said "maybe". After all, he has not verified the accuracy of the black technology map in weather forecasting. It is better to leave a third of everything, so as not to pit himself and affect this. Along the way, he created the image of a wise guide.

"Sandstorm?"

Dahua looked at the sky.

The sun is scorching hot in the sky, and there is no wind around it. Where does it look like a sandstorm?

"Trust me, take a look before you talk."

Chen Mu waved his hand and went back to look for Jiansuoer and the old Uighurs, ready to let them prepare and take off the camel's suitcase, lest the sandstorm comes, shocking the camel and getting it dirty.

Jiansuoer and the elderly Uighurs heard Chen Mu said that there would be a sandstorm, and they both behaved dubiously.

They could not see any signs that the dust storm was coming. If it weren't for Chen Mu's halo of "important Alimu" and "favored by Ambassador Hu", they would have doubted immediately.