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Chapter 1737 Unexpected Events
A line of ten vehicles, trailing dust, approached from afar and stopped at the entrance of the patrol team's camp.

"Get down! Hurry up!" Samba and the others shouted as they pulled at the several people who were tied up in the truck.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Shao Yunfei ran downstairs like lightning, snapping photos with his camera, asking curiously.

Bai Ju pushed him away in dissatisfaction: "Go away, don't get in the way."

So Shao Yunfei went to ask Dorje.

Just then, Wang Yan strolled over and offered cigarettes to Dorje and the others.

Dorje took a long, dejected puff of his cigarette: "We caught some brine shrimp when we encountered them in the mountains."

Artemia are crustaceans that live in brine, with adults measuring 0.7-1.5 cm in length. Because artemia are highly nutritious and of a suitable size, they are sometimes used as feed for fish and shrimp fry during their rearing stage, driving up their price significantly.

However, compared to poaching and gold panning, harvesting brine shrimp is a legitimate way to earn money through hard work. But harvesting brine shrimp is also illegal, damaging aquatic environments and undermining resource sustainability.

Harvesting brine shrimp requires controlling the quantity and timing of harvesting. This is the case in Magee County, where harvesting is only conducted from September to November, primarily through official channels.

Such illegal fishing in Bolamula, which depletes resources and undermines sustainable utilization, must be severely punished.

Zhacuo followed along: "Dorje, they can just detain them and fine them for catching brine shrimp, why are you so discouraged?"

Bai Ju said, "Think about it, Zha Cuo. Before, the province and city had a huge crackdown on poaching. For a while, there was nobody in Bola Mula. But how long has it been? It's only spring and people are already going into the mountains to collect brine shrimp."

And that's not all. A group of people came to inspect the area a few days ago, and we encountered another mining team in the mountains these past few days. It seems like Bolamula is bustling again.

Dorje nodded in agreement: "I need to go to the county to ask. There's already one prospector, so why is another group coming? How many more are coming? Are they all properly licensed? Are they here to operate honestly? We need to come up with some regulations."

You have a point.

Wang Yan nodded. "However, there's one more thing. These outsiders want to enter Bolamula, so we need to regulate our operations. The fees this time are too cheap."

"I hope we can break even and make enough to go into the mountains," Dorje said with a smile, looking quite content.

"Will that work? We're focused on economic development. What are these outsiders for? They're for cultural tourism revenue. People who can come all this way are all wealthy. Look at them, they're all dressed in expensive clothes, and almost all of them are carrying cameras. Any one of them is richer than us. If we don't make money, how will we patrol the mountains? They've only been here for a few days."

"You can arrange it as you see fit, I agree to everything." Dorje changed the subject, "There's something I need to trouble you with."

"You're the leader, so don't worry about whether it's troublesome or not, just give the order."

Dorje looked at the somewhat tired but still energetic tourists beside him: "I told them that I eat your beef noodles every time I come out of the mountains for patrol. Samba and the others also said that it's the best noodles in the world, and they want to try it. I promised them. You've worked so hard."

"That must be hard work. The leader has promised, so as a subordinate, I must do my best."

Wang Yancan smiled and walked towards the tourists. "Hello, comrades. I'm Wang Yan. How's your trip to the mountains going?"

The celebrity effect has already manifested in Wang Yan; everyone knows his name. Once he introduced himself, connections were naturally established, and in terms of their respective positions of influence, most of these people considered themselves subordinates.

Or, if the celebrity effect is removed, and the person possesses other qualities that set them apart from ordinary people, people will naturally feel a sense of inferiority. This could be seen in situations like officialdom, the workplace, or romantic relationships.

Wang Yan is an absolutely certified Party member, a practical idealist, a successful writer who has published an article with considerable influence, and the legendary killer of nineteen poachers, Bolamula. His interactions with these people were naturally very pleasant, more like a fan meeting.

He never disappointed; while chatting casually, he made beef noodles for everyone. The tourists gave him great feedback, slurping the noodles as if they wanted to eat their tongues, and giving Wang Yan a thumbs up, saying it was delicious.

Dorje was also eating his noodles heartily, flipping through the fee details listed by Wang Yan, and showing them to the tourists who came into the mountain, asking them if they could accept them, showing that he understood the importance of questionnaires.

All eleven people found it acceptable because they had gone on the trip themselves and deeply understood just how high the costs were and how much effort it was to carry these burdens. Of course, they didn't spend that much money; they only paid for the costs.

If they follow Wang Yan's detailed pricing rules, they'll probably find it too expensive.

It was noon when they came out, and there was still time after lunch, so Dorje planned to take the tourists and the few brine shrimps he had caught to the county.

Seeing everyone packing up to leave again, Dorje couldn't help but sigh and said to Wang Yan, "I feel that the peace of Bolamula is about to be broken again."

Wang Yan comforted Dorje: "Actually, it's understandable, Dorje. We've been cracking down on poaching so far, and we haven't caught those three who escaped. We've also taken care of some other poachers and curbed the poaching trend. But we haven't done much against other criminals."

Before, the regulations were strict, and no one dared to take action. But now that everyone has left and the weather is warmer, some who couldn't hold back any longer have naturally come out to test the waters. Like these few, catching brine shrimp won't get them a long sentence or much fine.

There are also prospectors. I thought about it, and maybe all the gold panners have already gone into the mountains to look for gold. I heard that in previous years, tens of thousands of people panned for gold in the mountains. The allure of gold is so great. Even if everyone were poor, some people would still take the risk. Everyone wants to make more money, and they want to make money more easily.

Even with the establishment of a nature reserve here, it can't stop people's greed and recklessness. There's still a long way to go if we truly want long-term peace and stability. Dorje, we still have a lot to do.

"That's what made the job so difficult. It's like all that excitement never happened, and things are back to normal."

“That’s definitely different now. At least the higher-ups have seen us, and people all over the country know about this place. Look at these tourists, they’re practically giving us money. I’ve already chosen the routes, and we’ll start operating them soon. A significant portion of the funding will definitely be covered.”

“We won’t have time later, but I think we still need to patrol the mountains regularly. We need to crack down on those who are harvesting brine shrimp or panning for gold.” Dorje said he would patrol the mountains even if it didn’t make money, to crack down on those criminals who were damaging Bolamula. “We don’t need to be so rigid. We can expand the team. We can find some militiamen to lead them into the mountains, and let the current veteran members take turns leading the teams. As long as we cover the cost of going into the mountains, even if it’s just one extra dollar, it’s still a profit.”

Wang Yan said with a smile, "From this point of view, what County Chief Lin said makes sense."

"You didn't listen to him either, so he actually has some issues with you."

"It doesn't matter, as long as things were done perfectly." Wang Yan didn't care at all.

Although Wang Yan did a great job in every sense of the word. He took down two groups of people, raised hundreds of thousands of yuan for the county, and also secured funding for the patrol team, making poachers hesitant to act, which eventually led to a sensational incident.

He also wrote articles, bringing this impoverished county of Mazhi on the plateau to the attention of higher authorities and the people across the country. Although there are only a few tourists visiting now, Mazhi County will definitely receive more resources in the future, and it will certainly improve in the coming years.

However, Lin Peisheng didn't actually like it because Wang Yan was beyond his control. Although the result was good, he didn't follow his orders. Few leaders like to be surprised by their subordinates; that would be quite alarming.

Dorjee understood Lin Peisheng, which is why he spoke as he did. Of course, this was also on the premise that he was on the same side as Wang Yan; otherwise, he wouldn't have said these things. He had always been a man of few words.

Upon arriving in the county, Dorje didn't even go home. He went directly to the government, found Lin Peisheng, and told him that he had discovered other prospecting teams in Bolamula, and asked Lin Peisheng how many people he had arranged.

Lin Peisheng poured water for Dorje before saying, "Old Dorje, Bolamula is so big, how can we explore for minerals in a short time? To find suitable mines, we also need to find suitable transportation routes in order to protect the ecological environment of Bolamula. If we rely on Wang Yan and the others to find them, it will take forever."

It's great that someone is willing to invest, willing to provide their own money and manpower for prospecting, saving us a lot of trouble. The mine is right here in Mazhi County, how could it possibly run away? I was worried there wouldn't be enough people..."

"Did you send someone to Bolamula before?"

"I already contacted some businessmen with investment intentions, and it's normal to go to Bolamulla to explore the area. What happened that made you come here to question me again?"

Dorjee shook his head: "I'm not questioning you, I just want to understand the situation. After all, I'm the supervisor of Bolamula."

"Yes, yes, I should have told you about these things a long time ago, but you've been too busy. I can't find you when I want to. I'll definitely let you know if anything comes up in the future. Have some tea."

Lin Peisheng then asked, "Recently, a lot of tourists have come, and many of them want to enter Bolamula. What are your plans to do about this?"

“Wang Yan made a price list. Our patrol team will take people in, follow a safe route, check the snow-capped mountains and wild animals, and they will come out in two or three days. We can’t control those who sneak into Bolamula on their own. If we encounter them, we will persuade them to turn back. If they really don’t listen, there’s nothing we can do.”

"But we still need to be careful. Bolamula is too dangerous. If a few people go missing, it will significantly impact our current good situation. However, I understand that Bolamula is so large that it's impossible to manage everything. Let's try our best to control it."

"Wang Yan has caused such a big stir this time, and the province has a sum of money that needs to be allocated to our county. We'll definitely need to allocate more funds to you accordingly."

Lin Peisheng was naturally unwilling to allocate funds to the patrol team, but he had no choice. Wang Yan was essentially a member of the patrol team, and the safety of tourists was also of paramount importance. Tourists might be willing to commit suicide, but the local government could not be inactive and had to fulfill its due obligations.

Dorje nodded, having not gotten much out of Lin Peisheng, and then said goodbye and went home...

As the article gained traction and spring arrived, more and more people came to Mazhi County. Following Wang Yan's instructions, the patrol team expanded its ranks and began leading tour groups into the mountains to generate income. After a period of adjustment, things have developed quite well.

The only limitation is the lack of vehicles, making it impossible to conduct multiple patrols simultaneously. They have to wait for one group to come out before another can enter, which causes the patrol teams to lose a lot of business.

The county makes even more money. A huge influx of people comes, spending money on everything from food and clothing to lodging and transportation. And the tourist routes are very well-developed—just like the ones described in Wang Yan's article: see the trees in Dean Zhang's yard, visit the temple to see the ritual implements, learn how former chieftains and lamas exploited the people, see how Tibetan cloth is woven…

In short, only by seeing all the sights Wang Yan had seen, meeting all the people he had met, and then taking a trip to Bolamulali, can this journey be considered perfect.

These people also helped the locals earn a lot of money. Everyone set up stalls to sell all sorts of things, and everyone bought them. On the other hand, because the county's accommodation and food facilities were limited, many tourists ended up staying with locals and paying for their lodgings.

To supply the needs of these outsiders, the whole county had to work hard. As a result, all the people in the county made money, and they then consumed and shopped locally. The county's tax-paying industries also became active, creating a thriving scene.

The patrol team expanded its size, and Dorje and others maintained their daily patrols, but they didn't catch many people. Therefore, Wang Yan didn't go with them; it was relatively safe at this time. He was responsible for arranging mountain tourism and making money for the patrol team.

On this day, Wang Yan and the others were drinking milk tea and chatting at their camp.

"This kind of life is great. If my salary can be paid on time in the future and I don't have to do anything, I don't really need to take the civil service exam." Samba said she was very satisfied with her current situation.

“The mountain god doesn’t like you talking,” Zhacuo said. “Every time you speak, something bad happens.”

"Really? Is Samba really that effective?" Shao Yunfei asked curiously, wanting to know what miraculous past Samba had.

Just then, there was a sound of car tires screeching outside. Old Han jumped out of the car: "Where's Dorje? A tourist who went into the mountains without permission was captured by a group of people. He escaped and ran into our group of tourists."

Hearing the sound, Dorje ran out of the house: "How many people are there on the other side?"

"There were only a few of them. The main problem was that they had guns, so outsiders didn't dare to resist." Old Han led the tourist who had survived the ordeal in.

There are four of us...

The tourists sipped their milk tea and recounted the whole story, while the patrol team members dispersed, listening silently...

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