I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

Guo Changgeng is a reporter for Yangwu Daily, and Chu Fan is a reporter for Jinghua Daily. Their work unit is in Kyoto, so both of them are from Kyoto.

While listening to Chen Mu's words, they secretly looked at each other.

Although in the news media, there is no saying that peers are like enemy countries, in fact, there is still a competitive relationship between each other.

Especially when two people are interviewing the same news, whoever digs up the good news first will be more advantageous.

Everyone sits together. Some things are not easy to ask. If you really want to ask something, the other party will also hear it. So how can you do exclusive news?

Therefore, after listening to and recording what Chen Mu said about the car wheel, Guo Changgeng stretched his waist and asked Chen Mu, "Chen Mu, I drove to you here early in the morning, and I didn’t eat. What about things, can you get me something to eat to fill my stomach?"

Chen Mu thought for a while and asked, "Would you like to live in tonight? We have a bed and breakfast here, including food and accommodation for four hundred and five overnight."

This is a lot of money, but Guo Changgeng was very refreshed, and immediately nodded and paid for it: "Yes, let me get some food first, and you will take me over to see the room."

Chen Mu turned his head and looked at Chu Fan: "How about you?"

Chu Fan hesitated for a moment, and shook his head: "I...my... let's forget it."

"Oh."

Chen Mu turned his head, and after receiving Guo Changgeng’s money, he smiled as if he was treating his relatives: "Go, follow me in. My sister cooks delicious dishes. She cooked mutton steamed buns as early as possible. You make a bowl."

Guo Changgeng glanced at Chu Fan without showing a trace, and nodded to Chen Mu: "Okay, hurry up, I drool as soon as I hear the mutton steamed bun."

Regardless of what Chu Fan was doing, Chen Mu directly embraced Guo Changgeng and walked back to the living quarters.

Chu Fan hesitated for a moment, and originally wanted to follow the past to have a look, but when he saw the words "Please do not enter" written on the door entering the living quarter, he couldn't help stopping again.

Although the Jinghua Daily is a major newspaper, it has not been effective in the past two years, and their funds are not so generous.

As a reporter based in the northwest, Chu Fan accidentally saw the news about Ting Ting on the Internet. He keenly felt that this should be a good point, so he rushed over immediately.

Because he didn't know the specific situation of this news and couldn't evaluate the value, he couldn't ask for funding, so of course he had to pay for it himself.

He is rather picky. He was really reluctant to say that Chen Mu's four hundred and five hundred per night expenses, so he decided to make do with him in the van.

Standing in front of "Please do not enter" and pondering for a while, Chu Fan turned his head and walked to the canteen, chose a bottle of green tea, and a few pieces of bread and cakes, and then went to the cashier to check out.

...

Behind "Please do not enter", Guo Changgeng sat comfortably at the dinner table, enjoying Chen Mu's warm hospitality.

"Come and come, Lao Guo, try my sister's craftsmanship. You can definitely be regarded as a little chef in a radius of a hundred miles."

Chen Mu Zilaishu called out the name "Lao Guo", which made Guo Changgeng dumbfounded. He took a spoon and took a sip of the soup. Um, it was so fragrant. I didn't expect to have such a good mutton bun here.

"Well, that's great!"

Guo Changgeng praised him from the bottom of his heart. He snoringly ate a large bowl of mutton soaked buns before he started talking about the business: "Chen Mu, I want to ask you, your water here depends on well water, right?"

"Yes."

"Then why can the well here come out of water, but not the one on the other side?"

"I don't know exactly what's going on, but I heard from local villagers that this happened because they did not find a suitable permeable layer. There may be a layer of water-bearing sand and gravel under the ground. There is only a small amount of water in it, and after the pumping, there is no more. You can only pump out the sand."

Chen Mu was talking about the guess that the Uighur old man told him before.

For people living in the desert, water wells are the most important thing in the village, and they need to know relevant knowledge to maintain them. Therefore, the Uyghur elderly know a lot about this.

Although he could not guess that Chen Mu was unable to drill the wells on the opposite forest farm because of Chen Mu's hands and feet, he also thought of such a reliable explanation that could be used by Chen Mu to deal with Guo Changgeng.

Guo Changgeng quickly took out his notebook, wrote down what Chen Mu had said, and then asked: "Then they dig wells like this, will it harm the environment?"

Of course it will hurt!

Chen Mu was eager to say that, but he thought it would be better to be tactful so that reporters would not be aware of his hostility towards the opposite forest farm: "I heard from fellow villagers that it is easy to keep drilling wells and pumping out the water in the sand and gravel layer. It affects the water level of underground rivers. After all, the water in these gravel layers is equivalent to small streams, all of which must flow into the underground river.

Guo Changgeng's eyes lit up and he felt that he had dug up. He quickly said, "I heard that if the groundwater level drops, the surrounding environment will show more serious desertification characteristics, right?"

More serious features of desertification?

This is a bit stern...

Chen Mu felt that this was wrong, and explained it in another way: "Lao Guo, I don't understand what desertification characteristics you are talking about. I only know that if the groundwater level drops, all the surrounding water sources will be affected. Take the water behind me. Let’s talk about it, it will descend quickly until it dries up...Well, if this is more serious, it will also affect the people in the villages in the desert, because his wells may also dry up."

"Oh, in this case... the local people can't live a normal life. The consequences are serious!"

Guo Changgeng became even more excited when he heard Chen Mu's description of the consequences so specific. He hurriedly wrote down all of Chen Mu's words in his small notebook and drew a few circles to show the key points.

"Chen Mu, tell me more about the conditions needed for drilling a well..."

Comrade reporters think these four hundred and five flowers are very worthwhile. Just now, it was like holding a press conference and couldn't ask anything.

Now it's like an interview, you have to do it like this.

After talking for about an hour, although Comrade Reporter still had some thoughts, Chen Mu was unwilling to spend too much time with him. He took him to the hotel room and arranged for him to rest directly.

In the business room, Chu Fan ate some dry ingredients, and was sipping green tea without a bite.

As soon as he saw Chen Mu coming back, he immediately stood up and walked over and smiled at Chen Mu and said, "Chen Mu, I have a few more questions to ask you. I wonder if you are free?"

"No time!"

After thinking about it seriously, Chen Mu shook his head.

"..."

Chu Fan is quite speechless. This person doesn't follow the script at all. Asking if you are free is just a polite sentence. You actually answered that you are not free. How can we continue to talk?

After regaining his senses, Chu Fan cheeked and said quickly: "It's just a few questions, very soon."

"Then tell it!"

Chen Mu was also not good at rushing customers, and said while getting busy in the business room.

Chu Fan quickly began to ask: "Chen Mu, I want to ask, do you also use well water here?"

"Yes!"

"Then why can your wells come out of water, but not theirs?"

This start is a bit similar to Guo Changgeng's before...

Chen Mu thought for a while and gave a concise answer: "I don't know."

Chu Fan asked several questions, and Chen Mu was able to answer them, making it impossible for comrade reporters to ask more useful information.

Comrade reporter didn't give up, and after pondering for a while, he tentatively asked: "Just now you and Reporter Guo were in...well, what did you talk about?"

Chen Mu lightened his throat and said solemnly: "We didn't talk about anything."

"..."

Chu Fan looked at him with resentment.

You have been in there for more than an hour and haven't talked about anything yet?Who believes it?

Chen Mu glanced at Chu Fan. Although he had no time to take care of this comrade reporter, after all, he had come all the way to add congestion to Hanhai Forestry. He could not help but pointed to the Uighur old man standing on the forest farm. "Reporter Chu, have you seen the uncle who is a little inconvenient to walk over there? Um, he is Uncle Aizmati. If you go to talk to him, he knows a lot of things."

When Chu Fan heard it, his eyes brightened, and he quickly walked towards the Uighur old man.