"These are Bolamula's own brands, all made from pure yak meat and yak milk!"
"Only a few of the ones outside are our distributors. The rest are counterfeit knockoffs trading on our name."
"Of course the prices aren't high. There are transportation costs to ship these things out. The roads here are difficult, and freight charges are especially expensive. This is the place of origin—we can't rip people off. See? Everything has a clearly marked price. Whatever it says is what it costs. The county and the company both have rules: if anyone is caught cheating customers or overcharging them, they'll be dealt with severely."
Machi County's Central Avenue was exceptionally bustling.
There were two living trees and several living shrubs along both sides of the road, all of them budding with a hint of green.
Tourists stopped before that greenery, taking in the unique scenery of the snowy plateau. They thought of the articles Wang Yan had written, of the Tree of Life at the dean's home. Then they looked at the bustle around them, at the local people calling out their wares, and without realizing it, assigned value to every bit of green in their minds.
Yet whether that greenery could truly endure remained unknown.
This place had never been suited to growing trees. Only through extensive planting had some vegetation barely survived one winter, but countless winters still lay ahead.
A convoy of more than twenty vehicles—sedans, vans, and minibuses alike—arrived at this bustling place in a cloud of dust.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would have thought there could be such magnificent scenery here?"
Inside one of the cars, a leader looked from afar at the many neatly parked vehicles outside the county and the tourists taking pictures everywhere, then