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Nelson was the main organizer, yet he didn’t understand the basic requirements of a mountain race.
With this in mind, Mnie had to summarize the key points that she felt he would be able to understand or at least care about.
“Have you considered the fact that the bikers will be racing on mountain roads, and that if it were to start raining in the next two
hours, a mudslide might ur that might put the bikers’ lives in danger? If anything were to happen, would you and your men be
able to drive in from the base camp to rescue the bikers in time?”
Reason finally returned to Mr. Hans as he pondered over Mnie’s words. The risk she described did exist on Mount Coloss.
This was the first mission Johnson Corporation tasked him with. He had to do a good job and im credit for it. He couldn''t allow
anything to go wrong under his watch.
Nelson''s eyes narrowed as he waved his assistant over.
“Announce to everyone that there might be rain in two hours‘ time. Shorten the race by two hours! Make them start and end as
fast as possible!”
“Yes, Mr. Hans!”
His subordinate was just about to leave to inform everyone about his instructions, when Mnie yelled at him.
“What nonsense!”
Mnie grabbed hold of the assistant, and said furiously to Nelson. “The race has already started, and the weather just took a
sharp turn for the worse! How dare you cut short the race just like this? That’s a fatal
mistake!”
“Are you saying that you know better than | do?”
Nelson hated people insinuating that he was an ignorant country bumpkin. He waved his assistant away, and instructed, “Hurry
up and announce the change! If this woman dares to breathe another word, chase her away!”
Five minutester, Mnie and the team she brought were chased out of the base camp.Original content from N?velDrama.Org.
“Mnie? Were you chased out by them as well?”
Aman’s surprised voice sounded from behind. Mnie was shocked when she turned around and saw who it
was.
“Mr. Smith? What what brings you here?”
“I''m here to take photos of Mount Coloss.”
Mr. Smith was wearing a professional—looking outdoor sports attire and a tight-fitting hat. Mnie almost didn’t recognize him
amongst a crowd.
Mr. Smith couldn’t help butin to Mnie, “I didn’t expect to be able to catch a mountain race, | thought
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do they have to stop people with cameras from going up the mountain? They clearly engaged some reporters.
They have cameras, too!”
Mnie blinked as she nced toward the base camp. Those reporters were probably bribed by Nelson to
report whatever he wanted, and ignore whatever he wanted to hide.
She pulled out her phone, and refreshed the weather forecast. Looking up at the dark clouds rolling across the
sky, an ominous feeling crept up her chest.
“Miss Mnie, what should we do now?” some people she brought along with her asked with concern.
“Do any of you know about such extreme mountain races?” Mnie asked. “Is there a high likelihood of a fatal ident
happening in such circumstances?”
A middle-aged man approached her.
“| was involved in these sports when | was young. | don’t dabble in this anymore, but | do pay attention to relevant news. I’ve
heard about idents urring during extremepetitions held abroad recently, mainly due to bad weather and insufficient
safety measures put in ce by the organizers. The weather today doesn’t look good.”
“Alright. I''ll send the map of today’s mountain race to you. Since you have experience, assign our people to
the various refreshment stations on the mountain, just in case something happens,” Mnie said decisively.
The employee looked thoroughly at the race map that Quincy sent, and began assigning manpower and
supplies to the various refreshment stations ording to the difficulty and risk level of each section of the
racecourse.
After he was done, Mnie said to everyone, “Time is of the essence. Let’s head off to the mountain with him
as the lead!”
“Yes, Miss Mnie!” the employees of Jones Enterprise said with gusto.
Mr. Smith tugged at Mnie’s sleeve from behind. “Hey! Take me with you!”
“The weather is terrible today, and the mountain roads are winding. What''s more, we might face critical situations where we have
to rescue injured bikers. Are you sure you want toe along?” Mnie asked.
Mr. Smith nodded without hesitation. “My lenses don’t just favor peaceful and serene scenes!”
Mnie’sshes trembled. She paused for a moment before nodding at Mr. Smith.
“So be it. Perhaps such wickedness has to be captured through the lenses and exposed to everyone.
Otherwise, these organizers and sponsors profiteering against their conscience will never know the error of their ways.
“Keep your camera hidden. It''ll be best if you bring along portable filming equipment instead and follow right
behind us. After entering the mountain, the roads might getplicated. | might not have the capacity to
watch out for you. You''ll have to be careful,” Mnie reminded him.
“Don''t worry. | can’t possibly be physically weaker than you are,” Mr. Smith dered confidently.
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With that, everyone boarded the bus and headed steadily up the mountain.
In the base camp, Nelson’s assistant hurriedly reported to him, “President, Mnie Jones is arrogantly marching up the
mountain, bringing a huge bunch of people to the refreshment stations! She’s just trying to im credit for your work! Should we
follow her and keep an eye on her?”
“It''ll be cold and harsh up there. Are you sure you want to go up the mountain?” Nelson nced coldly at him.”
Have you taken care of the on-site media partners?”
“| did. They''ll send the content of their article to us.to review it before they publish it.”
Nelson nodded, satisfied. “Then just let them go up the mountain! There are no media partners up there, and
it''s useless no matter how much of a front she puts up! A brat like her can do nothing to im