White clouds drifted across the blue sky; beneath them, lambs frolicked.
In the Bolamula uninhabited zone, not far from where a large herd of Tibetan antelope roamed, a group of people bustled about excitedly.
Wang Yan stood with his hands behind his back. "This first protection station is quite meaningful. Old He, you did well. Shao Yunfei, take more pictures. These will all be precious visual records in the future. When people come to understand Bolamula, we'll all be part of it.
"Even if they aren't used as records, they'll still be invaluable memories for us. Watching Bolamula's conservation efforts come this far, step by step, does stir up some feelings."
Shao Yunfei nodded repeatedly. "I've been filming since the beginning. I've already used up several rolls. Boss, I'm requesting that the company reimburse my film."
"Sure, no problem. Shoot as much as you like." Wang Yan waved a hand casually.
White Chrysanthemum smiled from the side. "When Duojie comes back and sees this protection station, he'll definitely be surprised. Then he'll start agonizing over the name and nag us for days to change it."
He Qingyuan had a different opinion. "Surprised or wanting to rename it, I think Duojie's most likely reaction will be silence. He'll sit here, looking at the protection station, looking at the antelope in the distance, letting the wind blow over him..."
"Old He, you've already inherited thirty percent of Zhacuo's true teachings." Shao Yunfei gave his approval.
"How about we make a bet? The loser buys the drinks!"
"Deal!"
Everyone noisily made their bets, as if each of them knew Duojie inside out.
Wang Yan did not join their game. He told them to get the first protection station properly organized and wait until Duojie returned before officially putting it into use...
The protection