The autumn sky was clear and the air was crisp in the capital, but a piercing wind was blowing in Qinghai.
Qin Guan had wrapped himself in a military coat. According to native tradition, that was the only way to resist the wind. Qin Guan was standing in front of the camera.
A shabby truck was approaching from afar. It was a shuttle bus used by the villagers on the plateau.
This was the first time Qin Guan was experiencing a battle of wits and courage between the voluntary guards and the smugglers.
Who knew that half a kilo of wool would cost 1,000 dollars and be sealed in a torn cotton jacket?
The driver's clothes had been taken off. Qin Guan rubbed his face distraughtly. "What shall we do with those?"
"Let him go..."
"Why?"
"There are dozens of people smuggling goods for the poachers. Bus drivers, travelling doctors... We can't catch them all!"
Qin Guan sighed under the sky, unable to fathom the dirty deals humans made.
