"You've really outdone yourself. Is this still the Duojie I know?"
Back in his own office, Lin Peisheng looked at Duojie with amusement.
"What kind of Duojie do you know?"
"Resolute, old-fashioned..."
"Then you don't know Duojie." Duojie raised a hand to cut him off. "The reason I hadn't developed Bolamula for so long wasn't because I was old-fashioned. It was because the situation inside Bolamula was truly urgent. You've never been in there, so there are many things you don't understand. Wang Yan took quite a few photos this time, especially of all those Tibetan antelope carcasses covering the ground. You can look at them later."
"The moment I say something, you tell me I don't understand Bolamula! Fine, I may not understand it as well as you do. But what I understand better is that the people of our county need to eat, need to make money, need to escape poverty, and need a way forward! And right now, that way forward lies in Bolamula!"
Lin Peisheng became unhappy again, then waved a hand and changed the subject. "Your proposal this time is somewhat feasible, but you should prepare yourself mentally first. Don't get your hopes up too high. There are too many problems involved, and it'll be troublesome to carry out."
"We still have to try. At the very least, trying might bring in more money. Every extra cent gives us a little more breathing room; every extra ten thousand gives us that much more."
Lin Peisheng shook his head and picked up the phone. "I'll call Shi Long. Discuss the specifics with him. Have him send people to Tianduo to arrest them. The police, procuratorate, and courts are all ours—let's deal with this bunch first."
"Good, good." Duojie nodded repeatedly, so delighted he was practically rubbing