With careful thinking, Chen Mu tried his best to praise Aunt Guli's food like a flower, but at the same time, he should not show too much traces, so as not to make people feel that there is suspicion of Amway
Fortunately, Cheng Zijun and the others seemed to be quite interested in his description and asked many questions.
"How about it, Chen Mu, you can arrange it tomorrow, we want to go and have a look."
Finally, Cheng Zijun exchanged glances with Li Yiqian and Li Yihan, and made a request to Chen Mu.
Chen Mu held back 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 settled like this, Cheng Zijun and the three of them were tired after walking on the road for a day, so they soon went to sleep peacefully.
People can rest, but tour guide Chen can't. He is a pheasant tour guide without any experience. If he wants to not show his timidity 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 a relatively high operability to prepare as the main project this time.
There are still some things that are more difficult to implement, and you can try them slowly. Anyway, in a word, it is the same 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 were all within Chen Mu's map.
Even the sand sea to the north, a small part is within the scope of the map.
Therefore, as long as they are within 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 tried to enter the sand sea, as long as he didn't go too deep, he could 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 a strong wind, which will make people lose their way and cause unpredictable dangers. ... Therefore, Chen Mu felt that this was a good gimmick and should be focused on.
Immersed in my own thoughts and unable to extricate myself, the night passed quickly...
The next day, as soon as the Uighur uncle entered the gate of the gas station, he saw Tour Guide Chen coming up with a pair of panda eyes.
"Uncle Aizmat, there is something I want to discuss with you."
"Ah, what's the matter?"
The old Uighur subconsciously looked out, trying to find the white figure, and asked, "Is there any intention from Hu Da's emissary?"
It does not make sense
Chen Mu wiped the gum from his eyes to cover up his urge to roll his eyes: "No, no, uncle, that's not what I want to tell you about."
The Uighur old man rolled his eyes angrily: "Let's just say something, I thought Hu Da's envoy had already left, you scared the old man."
I @#￥%&…
Chen Mu tried his best to calm himself down, and then told Cheng Zijun and the three of them that they wanted to experience the experience in the Uighur village, and said, "Uncle, this is a good opportunity to make money. If you want, we will start in the afternoon."
Hearing this, the Uighur old man frowned, and said bluntly, "Xiao Mu, the old man has always treated him like his own child. If your friend wants to go to play at home, just go directly. What is the money? Yes, what does it look like? We Uighurs are very hospitable, even if you are not your friend, you can’t charge money for inviting guests to your home.”
"How can you not charge money?"
Chen Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly explained: "Uncle, I'm going to turn this into a business. If the market can be developed in the future, more and more people will come. At that time, tourists will not only come to you Home, but also go to the homes of other villagers, so that everyone can make money, isn’t it a good thing?”
The Uighur old man thought about it. Of course his family can make decisions for himself, but he has to think about matters related to other people in the village.
After pondering for a while, he asked, "How much will it cost?"
In fact, Chen Mu didn't think about it. He felt that there were three of Cheng Zijun and the others, and three thousand would be enough. He was afraid that three thousand would be too much, so he was going to play it by ear, so he said: "Uncle, the matter of collecting money Don't worry about it, I will negotiate with them. Anyway, I will leave 70% of the money I receive to you, and I will keep the rest... Well, uncle, I can assure you that the money I leave will have a lot of money. Part of it is used to plant trees."
The Uighur old man had no idea about collecting money. He didn't know how much 70% was, so he didn't have any objections. He just said, "What's the guarantee? Can the old man not believe you?"
When the matter was settled, Chen Mu discussed some details with the old Uyghur again, and then the old Uyghur soon rode a donkey back to the village.
Chen Mu felt relieved, and his mood after being excited all night also relaxed a little. He suddenly felt sleepy, and fell asleep on the table unconsciously.
When I woke up, it was already past ten o'clock.
What left him speechless was that none of Cheng Zijun and the others got up, and they seemed to be night owls.
Chen Mu could only continue to wait helplessly. When they got up, the hands of the clock stopped at eleven o'clock with incomparable precision.
"Hurry up and wash up, I have prepared breakfast for you, um, just a few naans, dipped in jam and eat together, try something new."
In order to make the guests feel at home, Chen Mu had to take out his treasured naan and jam, thinking that these would have to be charged afterwards, and the charge would be doubled.
Cheng Zijun and the others ate milk and naan dipped in jam, and they all felt their eyes brighten.
"It's really good!"
"It's much more delicious than yesterday's."
"Hey, this is still true. They all look the same, but the taste is still different."
The three of them talked enthusiastically. After eating five naans, they still felt that they were not satisfied. They stared at Chen Mu, and Chen Mu could only spread his hands: "This is still my leftover. If you really want to eat it, wait a minute. Let’s eat at Aunt Guli’s place in the afternoon.”
After a slight pause, his mind quickly turned, and he came up with an idea to make money: "When you come back, you can buy some to take home, naan, raisins, jam, etc., they are all very good. "
The three of them had no choice but to stop, looking forward to the afternoon's itinerary.
At twelve noon, the old Uighurs came back again.
He was also accompanied by a middle-aged Uighur. They led four Bactrian camels into the gas station slowly.
Chen Mu led Cheng Zijun and the three of them who were ready to go to the camel, and the tour guide said with a refined upper body: "Dear friends, our trip of three days and two nights is about to start, please get on the camel and let our The boat of the desert will lead you into the depths of the desert, looking for seclusion and victories.”