The quiet West Yin Mountain had beco lively.
It wasn’t just because of the arrival of Zhang Beixing and his group of young people coming to watch the sunrise. It was also because a whole bunch of journalists had followed the mountain path all the way up to interview Zhang Beixing.
As they walked up the mountain path, the journalists trailing behind them completely forgot one thing: they hadn’t asked where Zhang Beixing and his party were heading when they started climbing.
It wasn’t until they had walked a good part of the way, and it was around eight or nine at night, that it dawned on soone:
"Fuck, we’ve been so focused on climbing the mountain to find them for interviews, but where the hell are we supposed to find them?"
"Does anyone know where they went?" soone in the crowd asked.
Hearing this, many were taken aback.
Yeah, where had Zhang Beixing and his friends gone?
They surely couldn’t just aimlessly look for them all over the mountain.
That would take an eternity.
With that in mind, the group of journalists who had co up the mountain looking for Zhang Beixing imdiately grew restless.
Only a small portion of them had clearly asked about the destination before starting the climb. They knew Zhang Beixing and his crew were headed to the waterfall on the east side of West Yin Mountain.
But, of course, they weren’t going to share that.
There’s an old saying: two of a trade seldom agree.
Everyone was a journalist, all here to interview Zhang Beixing and cover this big news. But there was only so much traffic to go around. If only two or three outlets reported on it, there’d be enough to share.
But now, even counting only the Yiling dia outlets with so clout, three or four were already present. Not to ntion those lesser-known, smaller-scale news organizations.
Even if this event generated a lot of buzz and significant societal reaction, split among so many people, it just wasn’t enough!
Less traffic ant less money.
They had co slogging up the mountain in the dead of night, all to earn a bit more to plump up their wallets. If their wallets didn’t swell, it was all bullshit.
So at this mont, it was better to keep silent if possible.
Ditching the altruistic ntality, reducing competitors, and earning money—that’s what mattered.
Adhering to the idea that "if you don’t make money, I can," these inford few mingled with the other journalists, fishing in troubled waters.
They suggested going down to Xiyin Town to ask the residents, proposing to co back up the mountain tomorrow to interview Zhang Beixing.
After successfully leading the other journalists astray, this small group stealthily turned back. They exchanged glances without a word and started heading up the mountain.
「...」
「July 15th, Saturday. 2:30 a.m.」
After a long trek, Zheng Jituo and his group finally arrived at Zhang Beixing’s camp.
Looking at the waterfall flowing endlessly under the bright moonlight, listening to the gushing sound of the water, and slling the incredibly fresh air, Zhang Beixing’s classmates felt their souls cleansed.
Their spirits were extraordinarily relaxed. Even their bodies, exhausted from the long climb, didn’t feel as weary at that mont.
Climbing West Yin Mountain at night—worth it!
"Lao Zhang, this spot you picked is incredible! Even at night, the surroundings look so good. I can hardly imagine how beautiful it must be during the day. Is this really the scenery of an undeveloped mountain?" Jin Linyu, after admiring the surroundings under the moonlight, turned to Zhang Beixing and praised him sincerely.
Hearing this, Zhang Beixing waved his hand. "It’s alright, just moderately nice. I’ve been living here for about ten days, and it feels just so-so to now."
"Hurry up and pitch your tent; you must be exhausted after such a long climb. Get so rest."
"Do you know how? If not, I can help you," Zhang Beixing asked.
Jin Linyu shook his head, declining. "Co on, it’s just pitching a tent. What’s so hard about that? You go do your thing; don’t worry about . Once I’m done, I plan to take a stroll in the forest and see if there’s any ga."
"Alright!" Zhang Beixing replied and walked away. Hands clasped behind his back, he strolled around like an old man.
The night view on West Yin Mountain was beautiful. Especially at the spot Zhang Beixing had chosen, the scenery was absolutely stunning!
Following the direction of the stream, one could see the majestic, mysterious Shennongjia forest with its layers of peaks.
To the east, one could see the sunrise. Around a bend, the distant, neon-lit, and bustling night scene of Yiling City was visible.
Such scenery naturally ignited everyone’s desire to take photos. They took out their phones, opened their caras, and snapped pictures of whatever they saw.
Among them, Dong Guoning was by far the most enthusiastic.
In no ti, he had added fifty or so photos of West Yin Mountain’s night view to his phone gallery. Including the ones taken on the climb up, he had about a hundred pictures. He sent all of them at once to his ’goddess.’
Less than a minute later...
"DING-A-LING—"
Dong Guoning’s phone rang. It was a call from his ’goddess.’
Seeing this, Dong Guoning was over the moon and quickly answered.
An angry female voice ca through the phone: "Dong Guoning, are you nuts? Just because I haven’t given you a clear answer all these years, you think it’s okay to spam with ssages in the middle of the night? If you can’t sleep, does that an I can’t either?"
Dong Guoning got an earful, but his face was beaming with happiness.
Seeing this, Zhang Beixing was puzzled. "Lao Dong, what’s with you? Smiling after getting chewed out like that? Are you a masochist or sothing?"
"Get lost! You’re the masochist," Dong Guoning covered the microphone and retorted irritably. Then, adopting an air of profound mystery, he looked at Zhang Beixing. "You wouldn’t understand. This isn’t a scolding; this is her showing she cares about ! See how great my goddess is? Her first question was whether I’d been sick. She’s so considerate! A woman like her is a rare find, like searching for a needle in a haystack!"
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