Nabari didn't bother with details such as remuneration and agreed to the invitation, which made Zhang Zian breathe a sigh of relief.
Just as they were about to discuss further, Salem suddenly said, "Uncle Nabari, I want to go with you!"
Nabari and Zhang Zian were both stunned.
"Kid, aren't you working in the Mersa Matruh? Your father asked you to come back before, but you didn't want to. Why do you want to go into the desert with me? Do you know that the desert is dangerous? It's not a place for you to wander around, "Nabari reprimanded in a serious tone.
Salem had made up his mind to go with Nabari because he was the tribe's best guide, and this was the last time he would lead a team into the desert.
Being a desert guide was not something that could be learned with textbooks behind closed doors. It had to be taught by a teacher, and valuable experience that could not be described could be passed down from generation to generation. Nabari had entered the desert with his father to learn how to be a guide. If he missed this opportunity, it would be an unacceptable loss for Salem, who was determined to become a guide.
Salem begged, "Uncle Nabari, you are the tribe's best guide, but you are about to retire. If someone wants to enter the desert in the future, who will be the guide? If you lose your life in the desert because you don't have a qualified guide, isn't that a pity? "
Nabari's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the children who were learning to talk and crawl on the blanket.
He had several children. The first few were daughters, and they had all grown up and married. But his sons were still young. He didn't have the opportunity to wait for his sons to grow up and pass on his experience as a desert guide to them. Was he going to let his years of experience be lost?
After thinking about it, he finally nodded. "Okay, but you have to get your father's permission before I can take you into the desert. If he doesn't agree …"
Salem was so happy that he jumped up and hugged Nabari. He almost knocked Nabari over. "Thank you, Uncle Nabari! As for my father, you don't have to worry. As long as I am willing to return to the tribe, whether it is entering the desert or herding sheep, he will agree. In my opinion, he would rather I learn to be a guide than herding sheep! "
Nabari shook his head helplessly. "It's not enough to just get my consent. You have to get the consent of the expedition team. After all, they are the main characters of this trip."
Salem looked at Zhang Zian eagerly.
Zhang Zian knew what he was thinking. He wanted to be a tour guide and earn a lot of money easily, but the reality might not be as simple as he thought.
As for letting him follow the expedition team into the desert … Zhang Zian estimated that it would not be a big problem. As long as he told Wei Kang that it was the guide's idea, he believed that Wei Kang would not have any objections. Adding an extra person would only cost a few more dollars.
"In the expedition team, my words don't count. I'm only in charge of miscellaneous tasks, but I can help you talk to the main person in charge. As for whether the person in charge will agree, I can't say." Zhang Zian's words were reserved, and he didn't say anything definite.
"Great! Jeff! I knew you were the best! "
Salem was not stupid. Since the expedition team had handed over such an important task as finding a guide to Zhang Zian, Zhang Zian's words in the expedition team must have some weight. As long as Zhang Zian was willing to help, this matter must be in the bag.
He also wanted to hug Zhang Zian. At this time, Fina looked to the side. It heard the sound of complicated footsteps approaching. Its pupils shrank slightly, and it saw someone it knew.
"Look who this is? Jeff Zhang! We meet again! It's actually in this kind of place. This proves that we are very fated! "
A somewhat familiar voice came from the door of the shack.
Zhang Zian, Nabari, and Salem looked back at the same time.
Standing at the door with a smile on his face was none other than Peter Lee, whom Zhang Zian had met in the Queen's tomb in the Great Pyramid.
Behind Peter Lee were some middle-aged people of different skin colors and ages. There were men and women, and they were all members of the Cosmological Information Society who were holding hands in a circle in the Queen's tomb.
Zhang Zian immediately understood that the few off-road vehicles parked at the entrance of the village had been driven by this group of people.
But what were they doing in the desolate Bedouin tribe?
There was only yellow sand and the Gobi Desert. There were no pyramids, and it had nothing to do with any ancient mysterious buildings. The Bedouin people themselves were not ancient. Although they were somewhat mysterious, they were definitely not the most mysterious people on Earth. They were just unique.
It was reasonable to say that there was no need for these mystics to specifically visit this place, unless they had other intentions.
Peter Lee was wearing a white casual suit that was very easily dirtied in this environment. He had a pink scarf in his chest pocket, white pointed leather shoes, crystal sunglasses, and a decorative cane. He had the demeanor of an elegant old school gentleman. No one would have thought that his mind was full of mysterious self-created theories.
The others also looked like they were not short of money. Their faces were full of happy smiles, as if they were a family. Their eyes all stared at Zhang Zian, making him feel uncomfortable.
Zhang Zian had a headache when he saw these people. He did not want to mix with these fanatical mystics. There was no way to communicate normally, but the door was blocked. He could not break through the wall just to leave. Although the wall made of branches and reeds was easy to break, this was Nabari's home. He could not be too rash in someone else's home, and there were some details that needed to be discussed with Nabari.
Salem and Nabari did not understand Chinese. They did not know who these people were or what their relationship with Zhang Zian was. They were silent and did not speak rashly.
Zhang Zian had no choice but to greet them coldly. "Oh, it's Mr. Lee Lee. It is indeed a coincidence. What wind blew you here?"
As he said this, he looked up at the endless blue sky. "Or … is there also a strong and pure energy of the universe here?"
Peter Lee did not seem to hear the sarcasm in Zhang Zian's words. He spread his hands and said frivolously, "Jeff, are you kidding me? With your sensitivity to the pure energy of the universe, you must know that there is nothing here but smelly camel dung. "
It was almost evening, and Zhang Zian did not want to spend the night there. He did not have time to play riddles with him. He said directly, "Mr. Lee Lee, since there is no pure energy of the universe here, what are you planning to do here?"
Peter Lee smiled slightly, his eyes falling on Nabari. As if everything was under his control, he said, "Of course, I am looking for a guide to enter the desert, just like you."
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