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Chapter 174 This is the kind of place that's really exciting!
evening.

six thirty.

Zhongwei, Shapotou Airport.

The plane landed in this desert city that guards the "western gateway" of Ningxia.

After getting off the bus, Lin Qingsong immediately noticed a climate completely different from that of Shanghai.

Although it is summer.

But Shanghai is a humid and hot city, like being in a sauna.

Zhongwei, on the other hand, has a dry heat, which made Lin Qingsong, who grew up in the coastal plains, feel a little uncomfortable at first.

He couldn't help but sneeze, then looked up at the towering sun, picked up the sunglasses hanging on his chest, and put them on.

It's estimated that these sunglasses will be welded to his face for some time to come.

"Let's go, the team should have already sent a car to pick us up. They said it's quite close to the city center, only about seven or eight kilometers away."

Hearing Xiang Jia's words, Lin Qingsong couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Sister Jia, are you sure you're not mistaken? Seven or eight kilometers??? Isn't that just a matter of stepping on the gas?"

Seven or eight kilometers?

That can't be! It must be seventy or eighty kilometers.

He estimated that it would take him about ten minutes to travel seven or eight kilometers, based on his driving speed.

At Pudong Airport, it might take ten minutes to get to the baggage carousel.

“Yes, it really is seven or eight kilometers.” Xiang Jia said with a smile, “The airport isn’t very big. When I was researching before, I saw that this airport only has four check-in counters and two boarding gates.”

"Ok."

Lin Qingsong originally thought that the airport in his hometown was small, but it turned out that there were even smaller ones.

It seems I need to get out and about more often and broaden my horizons.

But with such a small airport, it's hard to say whether the perfume bottle under the arrivals deck seats has been discovered.

After entering the arrival floor, Lin Qingsong and the others did not change their clothes and shoes as they had done in Sanya.

Although both have sand, one is a beach and the other is a desert, so there are still big differences between the two.

Xiang Jia told me that when some people in the crew went to the desert, they also changed into flip-flops to stay cool.

But they quickly became obedient.

In that person's words, it felt quite comfortable to step on the warm desert at first.

As the sun rose, the sand grew hotter and hotter, eventually becoming scorching hot.

My feet are burning hot.

So it's best to stick to shoes without mesh here.

After exiting, Lin Qingsong glanced at the system notification.

The perfume hasn't been picked up yet.

After glancing at the location, I realized it was a seat near the restroom.

He picked up his suitcase and said to Xiang Jia and the three models, "I need to go to the restroom. Does anyone want to go?"

Eva with the buzz cut and Xiang Jia both nodded in agreement to go.

In the end, Giovanni was left alone to watch over everyone's luggage.

After leaving the restroom, Lin Qingsong approached the chair and pretended to squat down to tie his shoelaces.

After glancing ahead, I spotted the unopened bottle of Chanel No. 5.

The boxes had all been opened, leaving only the perfume bottle leaning forlornly against the chair leg.

After taking it out, Lin Qingsong glanced at it curiously and found that there was no damage at all.

Only then did he put it into his snow camouflage pants.

These pants were something he prepared for his move to Zhongwei.

It's not that it's white and doesn't absorb heat under the sun, nor is it that it's particularly loose and dissipates heat exceptionally well.

Its eight pockets alone—front, back, left, right, top, and bottom—are enough to make it popular with many boys.

Which man would refuse a pair of trousers with eight pockets?
Do not!
No!

These pants are like a straight, smooth, and flexible stick.

No man could resist!

After putting their things away, the three women quickly came out of the bathroom.

"Qingsong, I see the people who came to pick us up."

Small airports have their advantages.

Before the group even left the house, the driver sent by the film crew came to greet them.

Because of Xiang Jia, Lin Qingsong also got to ride in the seven Buick GL8s that the production crew had specially prepared.

If it weren't for Xiang Jia, the production crew would probably have just told him to take a taxi and bring the receipt for reimbursement, and that would have been enough to get rid of him.

If you're familiar with the producer, he might send a small Wuling van to pick you up.

While film crews might provide a GL8-class vehicle, it's mostly used for picking up and dropping off clients.

After getting in the car, Xiang Jia checked the time and realized it was almost dinner time, so she asked the driver to take them to the local night market.

There are restaurants at the campsite, and even a specialty desert hot pot.

But since we've come all the way to ZW city, we should at least try the local delicacies.

Anyway, the production team is already on track, so it doesn't matter whether we go early or late.

The driver was hired locally by the production team because he would be staying with the crew for several more days.

They didn't sacrifice the bigger picture for a small gain, nor did they deliberately send a few people to eat at a bad place just for a little commission.

They carefully recommended several restaurants with excellent local reputations.

Therefore, when the group went to the night market, they were not at all flustered by the densely packed shops.

We headed straight to the shop recommended by the driver.

Lin Qingsong had originally planned to invite the driver to go get something to eat, but the driver said he was already full.

He didn't insist.

Lin Qingsong plopped down at the stir-fried noodle shop that the driver had strongly recommended, ordered a bowl of their signature noodles for each of them, and left the three foreigners there to wait for their food.

I went for a walk with Xiang Jia and bought a few servings of braised tofu that the driver recommended.

When they returned to the noodle shop with their things, the stir-fried noodles were already all ready.

After taking a bite, Lin Qingsong nodded in satisfaction.

This tastes really good.

The noodles are chewy and the broth is rich and flavorful.

But the next second, his attention was suddenly drawn to the stall next door.

The vendor at that stall poured a little liquid into the pot, and a burst of flames suddenly erupted from the pot.

After casually stirring the food with a spoon, the chef plated it.

Smelling the faint aroma wafting over, Lin Qingsong couldn't help but ask the noodle shop owner, "Master, what dish were they cooking next door? It smells so good!"

He felt it smelled a bit like stir-fried pork, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be slightly different.

"Oh, he's making stir-fried pork with rice wine, it's very good," the chef said, adding his recommendation.

"Young man, this liquor is a local specialty. Using it to cook is also a local specialty. If you have the stomach, you can buy some and try it." Since they've said all that, what else is there to say?

buy!
As a gourmet, Lin Qingsong's childhood dream was to become a gourmet who could taste all the world's delicacies for free.

Although this dream has not yet come true.

But that doesn't stop him from now on enjoying food from all over the world at his own expense!
After the dishes were served, everyone tasted them and gave them high praise.

The aroma of the wine and the aroma of the meat blend perfectly together, making the meat not only fresh but also exceptionally tender.

Overall, it was a very enjoyable meal.

Eva even asked curiously if she could ask the shopkeeper for some cloudy sake to try.

Lin Qingsong could usually accommodate such a small request.

After all, he was quite curious about the taste of this murky liquor.

Besides the mixed liquor, he also specifically bought some Xixia beer and Dawusu beer.

The beer he drank later, Wusu, was something he often drank with models in Shanghai, but he had never actually seen Xixia beer before.

But the slogan "Northwest men drink Xixia" is quite interesting.

He wanted to see what this Xixia beer was like.

After drinking it, Lin Qingsong could only say that it was normal that this stuff didn't become popular nationwide.

Its alcohol content is as high as 4.5%, which is slightly higher than the deadly Urumqi beer.

Only he and a few models, who are used to drinking, like it, while Xiang Jia finds it a bit hard to accept.

Surprisingly, she quite liked the sweet, cloudy liquor.

This wine looks incredibly thick, and its appearance is very similar to millet porridge that has been cooked into a paste.

It tastes more like eating than drinking.

Lin Qingsong searched online and found that this wine had another name that better suited its characteristics: "Gaojiu" (糕酒).

Because its production process includes a stage of steaming into a cake.

Even its production process is particularly ancient, dating back to the Shang and Zhou dynasties, not just last week.

By the time they finished eating and arrived at the campsite, it was almost 11 o'clock.

Standing at the front desk of the main building on the third floor, Lin Qingsong handed his ID card to Xiang Jia so she could check in, and then stood at the door looking at the tent area in front of him.

It looks particularly pleasing to the eye.

Rows of tents, like yurts, stand neatly and uniformly on the desert.

I have to take a picture of this.

Post it on WeChat Moments.

Upon seeing his action, both the crew-cut guy and Giovanni simultaneously pulled out their phones to take pictures.

Not only Lin Qingsong, but he had never been to the desert and seen such a sight.

They are the same.

Eva is very clever; she already knew how good Lin Qingsong's photography skills were when they were in Sanya.

The photos I took for her last time helped her gain hundreds of followers on Instagram.

After Lin Qingsong finished taking pictures, he also took a few pictures of Eva.

Upon seeing the photos Lin Qingsong took of Eva, the man with the buzz cut subtly deleted the photos he had just taken.

Whether it's the angle, the lighting, or the composition, they're not even in the same league.

Hearing the crew-cut man's words, Lin Qingsong could only take a few more pictures for her.

Seeing that Giovanni was about to speak, Lin Qingsong waved his hand, signaling him to stand where the man with the buzz cut had just been, and took a few pictures of him.

After Xiang Jia finished checking in, the group exchanged glances and were led to their respective tents by the hotel staff.

Upon entering the tent, Lin Qingsong expected it to be stuffy and hot, but surprisingly found it quite comfortable.

The only downside is that there's no shower or toilet inside.

If you want to wash up, you can only go to the public restrooms and showers outside.

There's still one more problem, and Lin Qingsong isn't sure if it's good or bad.

That is because the spacing between the tents is relatively small, and they are not very soundproof.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

After all, this is the only accommodation available in the scenic area, and in order to make the most of sunrise time tomorrow morning, this is the only option.

Just as he finished putting his things down, he heard a voice outside the tent: "Qingsong? Am I coming in?"

"Sister Jia?" Lin Qingsong walked over curiously and unzipped the zipper, asking, "What's wrong?"

“I’m planning to book another hotel tomorrow. The environment here is indeed a bit basic.” Xiang Jia said helplessly, smoothing her hair. “At first, I thought they had booked the Star Hotel, but I didn’t expect it to be the Star Campground.”

"Huh?" Lin Qingsong looked at her in confusion: "Aren't they the same?"

“It’s different.” Xiang Jia said as she walked in, showing him information about another hotel on her phone: “The other hotel, Xingxing Hotel, is a proper luxury wilderness hotel, with bathrooms and showers, while this place can only be considered a tent camp.”

After taking a look, Lin Qingsong realized that the Star Hotel truly lived up to its reputation as a luxury wilderness hotel.

Even disregarding the building area, the sheer size of the swimming pool in the desert speaks volumes about its extravagance.

After swiping through the photos, I looked at the pictures of the hotel rooms and then at the environment in the tent around me.

Lin Qingsong silently handed the phone back to Xiang Jia and said, "Sister Jia, actually, even without seeing this photo, I feel that I'm living quite well now."

"Haha." Xiang Jia said with a smile, "That's great! You can start looking forward to the hotel tomorrow."

"I'm not looking forward to the hotel tomorrow, I'm looking forward to tonight," Lin Qingsong said, taking a "Do Not Disturb" sign and hanging it on the tent outside.

Where you live is one thing, but who you live with is another.

However, halfway through, Lin Qingsong heard someone calling him.

After picking up the phone, I heard the buzz-cut man's energetic voice: "Lin, I've finished showering. I'm a little hot and dizzy now. Can I come to see you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Eva's voice came from the side: "Yes, Lin, she has a very high fever, I have to escort her there."

Hearing what the two women were saying, Lin Qingsong glanced at Xiang Jia.

He actually didn't really want the two of them to come.

Filming starts tomorrow, and if we waste too much time tonight, they definitely won't be energetic.

We're professional agents, after all; we should have at least this much professional ethics.
It doesn't really matter how long Xiang Jia takes, since she doesn't need to film and can even take a nap when she has nothing to do.

However, Xiang Jia squinted, put her arm around him, and whispered in his ear, "I think that since you have such a high fever, if you don't let them come over, you might have a fever all night. Why don't you come here to cool down your temperature?"

"But Sister Jia, don't you mind?" Lin Qingsong glanced at Xiang Jia with slight hesitation.

Previously, Xiang Jia had always fought him one-on-one, so why is it so intense now?
“But I feel like you never really enjoy yourself.” Xiang Jia looked at Lin Qingsong gently. “I want you to be happy.”

"Sister Jia." Lin Qingsong looked at Xiang Jia with emotion, and then said to the crew-cut men, "You guys come on over. Also, Eva, I know you must have some equipment in your suitcase, bring three sets over."

He needed to strengthen himself and make Xiang Jia understand just how moved he was.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingsong turned on his phone and played a Russian song called "Hll Om Mig".

He saw this song on Douyin a while ago; it was the background music when a guy was introducing Catherine II.

If I had to describe it in one sentence, it would be: awesome!

And this kind of moment and atmosphere needs this kind of energetic music as accompaniment.

Just as the song reached its climax, a voice with a buzz cut came from outside, "Lin, can I come in?"

(End of this chapter)