I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

After finishing the press, Chen Mu went to the Uighur elderly and talked about the establishment of a forestry company.

After hearing what Chen Mu said, the Uighur old man nodded: "It's okay. I'll discuss it with Kurbanjang when I go back tonight. I will bring out all the documents you need tomorrow."

Kurbanjan is the head of Yakash Village and the cousin of the old man.

The old man is very prestigious in Yakash Village. He originally had to take the position of the village chief, but he felt that he was lame and would lose the face of the village when he went out, so he gave the position of the village chief to himself. Cousin.

Although Kurbanjang is now the village head, many things follow the opinions of the elderly.

As long as the elderly agree to establish a forestry cooperative with the village, there is basically no problem.

When business was settled, Chen Mu moved a lounge chair and sat lazily outside the business room, waiting for candidates to come.

After waiting for more than an hour, it was almost 12 noon when I saw a motorcycle with a strange shape coming from a distance.

The motorcycle was like a camel. In addition to the driver, it was also carrying a lot of luggage and other things on both sides, and it walked very slowly.

And behind the motorcycle, there is a small trailer, which looks like a pony cart, and it comes by towing.

Chen Mu didn't know who it was, but such a outfit was not common. He sat in a chair and observed it, and thought that this motorcycle would also drive into the gas station to refuel or something.

After a while, the motorcycle drove in.

Chen Mu could finally see the true face of the motorcycle. It was actually a Suzuki 125 of a few years old. Most of the original red paint had been peeled off, and it looked very "destructive".

Dragging behind the motorcycle was a four-wheeled trolley with a tent, dusty, and there seemed to be people sitting inside.

The motorcycles and small trailers were filled with luggage, which was tied thinly with nylon rope, and it looked like the whole family had moved over a long distance.

The motorcycle driver wore a small broken helmet on his head, and he couldn't see it clearly, but he was big enough and he was fat. When he got out of the car, he asked, "Is this a gas station on the highway?"

Chen Mu sat on the recliner with his face covered in a turban, and nodded when he heard the words: "Yes, this is it. You can cheer or eat. We provide a variety of fast food here. You can go in and pick it if you need it."

The man shook his head and asked, "I want to ask, do you have a Yakash tourism studio here? I want to find the person in charge."

Chen Mu understood as soon as he heard it, and stood up from the recliner: "You called me yesterday and said that the person who is going to interview today?"

"It's me, you are..."

The man quickly took off his helmet, wiped his hand on his butt, and reached out and walked towards Chen Mu: "Hello, my name is Ma Yiwen..."

"It's you?"

When Chen Mu saw the other's face, he was shocked: It wouldn't be so coincidental, would it?

The other party was also startled, and did not understand what Chen Mu meant.

Chen Mu pulled off the turban covering his face with one hand, and said with a smile: "This is a coincidence. I didn't think it was you."

The other party was Ma Yiwen, the fat man eating naan when Chen Mu went to test the tour guide's license. The two exchanged WeChat at the beginning, but they didn't expect to be in contact with each other at this time.

Ma Yiwen was also a little surprised: "Brother, why are you? You are this... the person in charge here?"

Chen Mu didn’t answer, he just smiled narrowly, and asked: “You were on the phone yesterday. Didn’t you say that you have ten years of work experience? Why, I went to the exam with me for the tour guide certificate. Have you got the certificate now? ?"

"I...that...my..."

Ma Yiwen was stunned, and the fat face suddenly couldn't hold it.

He was totally on the phone yesterday, but he didn't expect to meet Chen Mu today.

The two of them went for the tour guide certificate that day. Normally, they didn't get the tour guide certificate.

Now this is really a catch, and I don't know how to make it round.

However, he was fairly thick-skinned. After holding back for a while, he explained: "Brother, I was wrong on the phone yesterday... but I am not all lying. After all, I have been working as a black tour guide for the past few years. That should be work experience. Well."

Chen Mu smiled, and snorted the motorcycle and luggage behind him, and asked, "What's the matter? Why did you bring so many things?"

Ma Yiwen blinked his eyes: "Didn't you say you provide board and lodging here?"

Did you move the house in with food and housing?

Chen Mu didn't know how this brain circuit was constructed. He was angry and funny and said, "You are so sure that I will want you here?"

Ma Yiwen showed a tacky smile on the big pie face: "I was not so sure. I was going to leave if I couldn't. But now I see you, brother, and I'm relieved."

I go, it still depends on me...

Chen Mu curled his lips and said straightforwardly: "Brothers clearly settle the accounts, you can stay, but given your work experience...well, it is said that the basic salary of 1,500 will not be increased. The probation period is three months. During the period, the basic salary is 1,000, no commission, no problem, right?"

Ma Yi had a bitter gourd-like face and nodded helplessly: "That... that's all right."

Chen Mu also wanted to ask about Ma Yiwen's situation, but unexpectedly he heard a clear voice from the small trailer behind the motorcycle: "Brother, can I get off the car?"

Chen Mu was taken aback and looked up at Ma Yiwen.

The fat man was pleased and said with a smile: "That's my sister."

"younger sister?"

Chen Mu looked puzzled: "Why are you taking your sister for an interview?"

After a slight pause, Chen Mu suddenly thought of something and asked in disbelief, "Aren't you planning to bring your sister to my place?"

The expression on the fat man's face suddenly became more careful and flattering: "There is no one at home, only one sister is left. She is still young and no one takes care of her. Alas, I can't help but bring her. ..."

"Absolutely not!"

Chen Mu didn't wait for the fat man to finish, and immediately refused.

Just kidding, how can anyone come to work and bring my sister on?

Although everyone knows it, it's not so good. If you don't manage the barriers at the beginning, it will be difficult to manage in the future.

In this world, don't rely on too many people who are familiar.

The fat man looked embarrassed, and pleaded: "Brother, even if you help me, there is really no one in my house. I can't worry about my sister being at home alone..."

Chen Mu interrupted: "What's not to worry about, how old is it? Nine years old? Don't you know how to take care of yourself when you are nine? Did you know that the children of the poor have been in the house? Cooking, cooking and cooking soup? How can I follow you to work? This must not work..."

"Brother, what's the matter?"

Here Chen Mu was talking, speaking louder and louder. On the small trailer over there, a thin girl with a delicate appearance opened the curtain and walked down.

As soon as Chen Mu saw the little girl's eyes, he couldn't speak.

Because the child's pupils are white.