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Chapter 1735 People fear becoming famous, just as pigs fear growing fat.
"I'm Wang Yan, a reporter from China Youth Daily. I want to ask you why you were willing to give up a promising future in the capital and travel thousands of miles to this plateau..."

"I am from the People's Daily..."

"Guangming Daily..."

"Qinghai Daily..."

Xinhua News Agency…

"CCTV production crew..."

The reporters sat on stools borrowed from nearby villagers, each with a notebook and pen in hand, taking notes. Others had video cameras set up behind them, conducting interviews with microphones. There were also photographers, circling around taking pictures of Wang Yan.

Behind the reporter were relevant personnel from the provincial, municipal, and county levels, as well as some logistics vehicles carrying chefs, cooking utensils, and various meats and vegetables, who began cooking at the neighbor's house next door.

This is to entertain these reporters and other relevant personnel. After all, the conditions are not good right now, and it's almost dinnertime. The reporters insisted on coming to interview as soon as possible, so the county must make sure to entertain them well...

These reporters were quite meticulous, asking questions one by one. This was partly because everyone asked similar questions, focusing on relatively fixed topics. As for individual questions, everyone learned from each other, diligently taking notes.

Wang Yan patiently answered everyone's questions and shared his personal journey. He talked less about himself and more about what he saw in Mazhi County, comparing it with the outside world, and discussing its advantages and disadvantages.

He wrote two articles. One was about promoting national spirit and unity, reflecting on the economic development of the western region, and was filled with the enthusiasm of a young person. It was submitted to Qiushi Journal. The other was a 30,000-word personal account, published in People's Literature Publishing House, though it was published during his time working in the countryside.

Success comes from grasping the pulse of the times and being representative. Wang Yan hadn't even received a reply yet, and a whole bunch of people had already come rushing over.

Reporters praised Wang Yan's article for its simple yet sincere writing, noting that while Mazhi County was poor, it was also beautiful. Following the descriptions in the article, they sought out and spoke with Director Zhang, Secretary Li, Wangmu, Aunt Baima, Uncle Sonam, and others to learn more. They also visited temples, chatted with lamas, and saw various ritual implements.

They found a small lake not far from the county town, saw the snow-capped mountains that Wang Yan saw every day, and followed the path Wang Yan had taken to learn about Mazhi County. They even wanted to go to Bolamula to experience this dangerous high-altitude region more deeply.

The next morning, Wang Yan got up early and practiced boxing outside.

"Health is the foundation of everything. I've studied some traditional martial arts since I was a child, and after so many years of practice, my physical condition is still pretty good. I adapted to this place very quickly, with almost no discomfort. When I arrived, I could run and jump, only experiencing a little dizziness..."

While print journalists only need to write about Wang Yan's early morning martial arts practice and physical fitness, the film crew has to get up early with their equipment to follow him, and also conduct more in-depth interviews.

Yesterday, after the interviews were completed, it was already late. The reporters hadn't left yet; they were all staying overnight at the homes of the villagers. The support staff hadn't left either; they were all cooks from the government canteen. They got up early to cook breakfast, which featured local specialties.

The county hopes to treat these people well, encourage them to speak highly of the county when they return, and spread the name of Mazhi County widely to attract investment.

After two rounds of boxing, Wang Yan went to help the chef make breakfast, showcasing himself in every way...

Just then, Dorje came and found Wang Yan.

"With so many of them going into the mountains, we won't be able to handle it, will we?"

As the person in charge of matters related to Bolamula, Dorje naturally had to take on the task of leading these people into the mountains. At this moment, he was also quite uncertain.

After all, with so many people going out together, various problems will arise. Especially since most of them lack wilderness survival experience, and it's a high-altitude area, many of them have only just adapted to the altitude in Mazhi County. To get to Bolamula, they have to go up several hundred meters higher, which will be a challenge for the reporters.

At the same time, it is also a very severe test of the patrol team's ability to deal with various problems.

Wang Yan said, "There's no problem. We've even found a doctor. There are so many people, and we have plenty of supplies. All thirty-plus members of our patrol team are out on duty to provide support."

Furthermore, following yesterday's plan, we will not venture deep into Bolamula, but will instead wander around the areas where Tibetan antelopes are found, observe other small animals, and mainly experience the ecology of Bolamula before visiting the Three Rivers Source Area to demonstrate the benefits of upstream ecological security to the people downstream.

With so many people, vehicles, and weapons, we've had no major problems. The main concern is whether they can withstand the high altitude. We don't go too deep; we can evacuate at any time, and we have medical personnel with us, so we have the most basic protections and shouldn't encounter any major issues.

Most importantly, we fully explained the dangers to them yesterday, and they all wrote guarantees. We'll go over it again after dinner; repeating it twice should be enough.

Seeing that Dorje still seemed somewhat unsure of himself, Wang Yan patted him on the shoulder.

"Isn't this what we're all doing? Getting more people to pay attention to this place. And as you've seen, these big-name journalists are all interested in the travelogue I wrote, and they even went to chat with Director Zhang and the others. They said that when they get back, they'll use their connections to find kind-hearted people to donate to this place and care for women's health."

I said before that once the article was published, people would definitely come here. These reporters are just the first batch; more will come gradually. That's all our economic development company's business. We can charge them and take them on a trip to the mountains. Their food, lodging, and other expenses will be enough to make us money for a while.”

This time, Dorje didn't laugh.

Previously, when Wang Yan said these things, he simply thought it was because Wang Yan was young, had a lively mind, and liked to indulge in wild and unrealistic imaginations. He never expected that, in such a short time, what Wang Yan said would seem to be becoming a reality, and he still couldn't quite accept it.

"Dorje! Leader! Relax. We're on the right track. I'm sure the higher-ups are already aware of and paying attention to our situation. It just might take some time to discuss and make decisions. Many things take time to move forward. Until then, let's focus on doing what we need to do."

Honestly, Dorje, you really should have brought Tashi along. I promised him I'd take him to Bola Mula, and now is probably the safest time to go in Bola Mula.

"Let's talk about it next time. What would it look like if I took him into the mountains in this situation?" Dorje waved his hand, then stopped talking and ran to check the equipment with the other patrol team members.

Many supplies were insufficient, so the county dispatched additional materials overnight. Not only was Dorje afraid, but everyone else was too. Secretary Chen, County Head Lin, and their entourage were definitely not sleeping well.

Wang Yan had just finished preparing the meal when several cars came roaring over.

Bai Ju got off the bus with Xiao Yan and other medical staff.

"Where is he? He's still not awake."

"You probably all slept late yesterday, and you've only been here a short time, so you're not used to it yet," Wang Yan thoughtfully offered the reporters, then looked at Xiao Yan, "Have you eaten? I made quite a lot, enough for everyone."

"I just ate half a bowl of tsampa at home." Xiao Yan watched as Wang Yan ate a meat bun and then went with Bai Ju to get their food.

There are plenty of breakfast options. Although it's supposed to be a local specialty breakfast, we also considered that visitors might not be able to handle such high calories, so we made some congee and eggs.

Xiao Yan sat next to Wang Yan, eating as she said, "This is my first time here." "How does it look?"

“It’s all the same,” Xiaoyan said. “My mom said she wants you to come to my house for dinner. She said you haven’t been to the county for a long time, and when you do, you don’t come to our house. You always stay at Director Zhang’s house.”

Bai Ju said, "Did you hear that? If you have somewhere to go, don't linger at someone else's house."

"What do you mean by 'lingering'?"

The speaker was a man wearing a windbreaker, who had the air of a protagonist from a fantasy novel. As he spoke, he sat down next to Bai Ju.

"It's nothing," Bai Ju said, lowering her head to eat and ignoring him.

"Hello Wang Yan, I am Shao Yunfei from the provincial newspaper."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "I remember, Reporter Shao. Breakfast was very plentiful today, you should eat more so you can hold on for the journey into the mountains."

"Thank you. I heard you made these buns. Mmm, delicious! You're so talented." Shao Yunfei took a big bite of the bun, hissing from the heat, but still didn't forget to praise Wang Yan.

Seeing Wang Yan smile but remain silent, he turned to Bai Ju and said, "You must be Officer Bai Ju, right? Can you tell me why you want to go into the mountains so much?"

"I just want to go into the mountains, why ask so many questions? Just pick them, don't ask me." Bai Ju waved her hand impatiently.

“I’ll interview everyone. You’re the patrol team, right? I’d like to interview you all. I’m different from them; they’re mainly here to interview Wang Yan. But since I arrived, I’ve found this place to be great, and the people here are wonderful. There’s so much to uncover about your patrol team…”

Shao Yunfei spoke eloquently and began to exaggerate the value of his words.

Bai Ju said, "Are you going to eat or not? Don't you know that one shouldn't talk while eating or sleeping?"

"Don't want to be interviewed? That's okay. You're just not used to it yet. You're also relatively unfamiliar with me, so you might be a little reserved and shy. We'll get used to it once we're more familiar with each other."

"Who knows you? No, are you going to eat or not? If not, get out of here!" Bai Ju glared at Shao Yunfei, her face full of disgust.

Shao Yunfei didn't argue with Bai Ju, but instead looked at Wang Yan: "After getting to know you, I think you should be the second-in-command of our patrol team, oh no, to be precise, our Mazhi County Economic Development Company. I'd like to apply first, and then I'd like to stay and do a special project for our patrol team."

From the persistence of our deputy county heads to the dedication of the patrol team members, from the county seat of Mazhi County to Bolamula, from the cattle and sheep raised by the herders to the wild animals in Bolamula, I feel that there are many things here that can be reported, and the people love to see them.

Think about it, many people have never left their city in their entire lives. Our Mazhi County is so wonderful! It has beautiful scenery, rich culture, and abundant wildlife. Sharing more about what's happening here will help raise awareness about the situation.

Wang Yan, I'm telling you the truth, and I hope you don't take it personally. You guys seem to be having a lot of fun right now, and you'll probably stay that way for a while, but so many things happen across the country every day. This wave of popularity won't last long. Can you keep publishing "Seeking Truth" every day?
Furthermore, after this crackdown, indeed, not many people are going to Bolamula anymore. But wildfires can't be extinguished; they spring up again with the spring breeze. As long as there's profit to be made, as long as it's more lucrative than hard work, and as long as there's not enough oversight, there will always be people taking advantage of loopholes.

"What does this have to do with you?" Bai Ju stared at him.

"I'm a journalist, I can write articles. That way, everyone's attention will stay here, and they won't forget this place. Then, both the government and society will invest resources here."

Putting everything else aside, the reporters plan to contact charitable organizations and kind-hearted individuals to donate a batch of toilet paper and sanitary napkins to the plateau region—that's a real benefit.

I've heard that the patrol team is facing a tight budget. Perhaps more special funds will be allocated later, and some kind-hearted people rescuing wild animals will donate money to the patrol team.

“What you said makes a lot of sense.” Wang Yan nodded with a smile. “However, I’m really not the second-in-command. Even if I were, oh, this isn’t something I can decide on my own. You’ll still have to talk to Dorje and County Chief Lin.”

"You're just being modest. Your words carry a lot of weight now. People will listen to you even if you speak in Tianduo City."

"We're all just doing our jobs. I only wrote an article by chance, and I haven't accomplished anything. I can't forget my own identity."

Wang Yan ate a large steamed bun and muttered, "I still have to find Dorje and County Chief Lin. But based on what I know, they won't refuse, so it's basically a done deal."

"Then I'll say you agree," Shao Yunfei said, pretending to be naive.

"How can you be like this?" Bai Ju understood Shao Yunfei's meaning and stood up for Wang Yan.

Wang Yan nodded: "It's really inconsiderate, as if I'm giving my boss a task. Reporter Shao, you have malicious intentions."

Shao Yunfei didn't expect Wang Yan to be so direct, but he wasn't embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I definitely won't say anything. I wouldn't want to hurt you, right?"

"That's not necessarily true," Bai Ju snorted.

"You'll understand once we get to know each other better."

Xiao Yan, standing nearby, was slapping Wang Yan's thigh under the table, her excitement at watching the spectacle up close was palpable...

After the reporters woke up and had a relatively hearty breakfast, Dorje explained the dangers of Bolamula, fully fulfilling his obligation to inform them.

After everyone had rested for a while, a huge convoy of dozens of vehicles drove into Bolamula.

Everyone was in a good mood during the journey, and they even sang songs when setting up camp.

That's the good thing about having a lot of people; even a dangerous, deserted area looks like a bustling tourist attraction.

Everyone was drinking milk tea, munching on jerky, and laughing and joking around the campfire, having a great time.

The patrol team members even sang a folk song for everyone.

The golden mountain in Beijing shines brightly in all directions.
The song, simple and sincere, resounded across the vast snowy plateau...

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