Zhang Meng, who had finished the special training, slept with the fat man all night, and before dawn the next day, he officially embarked on the road to Qiaogori Peak.

I don't know how Laizi arranged it, but the two jeeps driven by everyone hadn't gone far before they met a pre-arranged guide at a fork in the hill.

The guide in front of him was not tall, hunched over, with long hair scattered, a messy beard under his chin, a bronzed face, and two dull eyes that seemed to have seen Zhang Meng and them before they opened.

"Tibetans?" Zhang Meng asked Laizi in a low voice.

"Hmm." Raiko nodded.

"Can he understand Chinese?" Although they stayed at the Tibetan villager's house for two weeks, only Lai Zi knew a little Tibetan among the group, and the others were limited to saying hello. There are still many places to communicate with the guide along the way, and if the guide does not speak Chinese, it will be very inconvenient for everyone.

"A little." The guide, who had been silent, spoke suddenly. Although his accent was a little strange, it was clear that the Tibetan guide could not only understand Chinese, but also speak a little.

"What's your name?" Zhang Meng looked at the Tibetan in front of him with some curiosity who had not washed his hair for many days and asked.

"Dorjee Cidan."

"Oh." Zhang Meng nodded.

"You can call me Dorjee!" The Tibetan guide who was bowing down was also looking at Zhang Meng and his party.

Although they had met Laizi before, the two only reached a preliminary intention and did not formally discuss the issue of money. But from the contact just now to the present, the person who talked to him was the young man who looked very young in front of him, so the guide decided that Zhang Meng was the leader of the team.

"Dorjee, how long have you been living here?" Zhang Meng asked.

"I've been in this place since I was born." Dorjee grinned.

Looking at the unusually silent and honest Tibetan in front of him, Zhang Meng asked, "Then you must be very familiar with this place?" ”

"Pretty much." Dorjee is very low-key, and does not like to praise himself like the guides Zhang Meng has met in other places before, but Zhang Meng admires Dorjee's personality.

"Did he talk to you beforehand?" Zhang Meng suddenly remembered something, pointed at Laizi and said.

Dorjee nodded, and said in a short tone: "Two thousand yuan, one less, it won't work." ”

In the mainland for more than nine years, 2,000 yuan is almost half a year's food expenses for a working family, especially in the economically backward Qinghai-Tibet region, which can almost top the net income of a year in the prime of life, so Dorjee's asking price is ridiculously high.

Without waiting for Zhang Meng to speak, Dorjee preemptively said in broken Chinese: "I can take you through the last Hoh Xili, and you can avoid quicksand and blizzard along the way." ”

Zhang Meng's eyes lit up, and he agreed without thinking about it at the moment: "Yes!" But it's not just Hoh Xili, you have to take us to the area of Dahongliutan. ”

"This won't work." Seeing that Zhang Meng didn't care about the two thousand yuan at all, Dorjee was still a little stunned, as if he couldn't believe that someone would readily accept his asking price. However, after hearing Zhang Meng talk about the big red willow beach, his eyes showed a trace of terror, and he hesitated for a moment but shook his head.

"Huh?" Zhang Meng was stunned, money can make ghosts grind, and the Tibetan Dorjee in front of him is obviously a person with deep desires, why would he refuse himself?

At that moment, Zhang Meng said decisively: "I'll double it again!" ”

Dorjee smashed his mouth, but still didn't answer.

Zhang Meng could see that Dorjee in front of him was obviously moved, but he didn't know why he gave up such a big desire.

Zhang Meng couldn't help but ask suspiciously, "Why?" ”

Laizi on the side seemed to be a little helpless about Zhang Meng's negotiations, but in order to establish Zhang Meng's prestige, he did not interrupt the communication between Zhang Meng and Dorjee, until Dorjee hesitated, he took over the conversation and said: "Five thousand yuan!" Whether you can get out of the Rangler Gorge or not, we will give the 5,000 yuan to your family. ”

After speaking, Lai Zi took out a whole pile of RMB from his backpack: "I know what you are afraid of, just take these 5,000 yuan to buy your life, do you want to go?" ”

Dorjee seemed to see so much money for the first time, and finally nodded in resignation.

Seeing that Dorjee agreed, Laizi smiled and opened the car door: "You sit in the car in front of me with me!" ”

Seeing Lai Zi and Dorjee getting into the car, Brother Jun and Zhao San glanced at each other and also got into the car in front.

Ye Jiu, Fatty, Xiaolou, and Zhang Shaotu sat in the car behind Zhang Meng.

As soon as the car started, the fat man, who had been silent, pinched Zhang Meng: "I said you are Zhang Lacking, are you stupid?" The opening is thousands of yuan, and the promise is so happy! Do you know what this place is? ”

"What's wrong?" Faced with the fat man's inexplicable scolding, Zhang Meng was completely confused.

"Poor mountains and bad waters come out of the people, you are so generous, I am afraid it will cause unnecessary trouble." Zhang Shaotu squinted his eyes and said.

"But I don't think Dorjee is that kind of person." Zhang Meng said aggrievedly.

"Who would put the word bad guy on their face?" The fat man said angrily: "Although most of the herdsmen on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau have a simple personality, if they regard you as a brother, they can go to the soup for you!" But this Dorjee ......"

"What's wrong with Dorjee?" Zhang Meng asked puzzled.

"Him?" The fat man raised his eyebrows, snorted coldly and said, "Ruthless villain." ”

"The fat man is right this time, you see that this Duoji has thick palms, he must be a perennial knife, and when you talked to him just now, he avoided his eyes and didn't look at you at all, don't you think it's strange?" Zhang Shaotu said with a smile.

"Maybe he's a countryman, timid, and hasn't seen much of the world." Zhang Meng reluctantly found a reason.

"I don't think you've seen the world before." The fat man said mockingly, "Have you seen his boots?" And the clothes in his coat? It is made of rare animal skins, and if it is brought to Hong Kong, it will cost tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars. ”

"Ahh Zhang Meng really didn't pay attention to it, and only then did he react when he heard the fat man say this.

"Ah Meng, it's okay, it's good to have more experience in this kind of thing." Zhang Shaotu said indifferently: "Brother Jun and Zhao San got into the car just now, just looking at him, with Brother Jun and Zhao San here, the guide can't make many waves......

If it's just the fat man who says it, Zhang Meng doesn't think there's anything wrong, but the second uncle Zhang Shaotu also said it, then this matter is not simple. Zhang Meng also realized the shallowness of his experience, thinking that only in a big place like Hong Kong would someone cheat and play tricks, thinking that when he came to this place of pilgrimage, this kind of thing would not happen again.

"No wonder, Brother Jun will change cars." Zhang Meng muttered to herself.

"Hey, you get it now, right?" The fat man patted Zhang Meng on the shoulder and said matter-of-factly: "It seems that what you need special training is not only fighting and marksmanship, but also special training for this lack of heart." ”

"You're missing an eye!" Zhang Meng, who was squeezed by the fat man, secretly pinched the wound on the fat man's buttocks.

"Oh, I said that you not only lack heart and eyes, but also lack virtue." The fat man grinned in pain and screamed: "I really didn't wronged you." ”

"Besides, you say ...... again" Zhang Meng smiled.