Chapter 300 Sabyrean Butterflies


    “Don''t worry, all of you. I''ll upload these photos online once I’ve tidied them up.” Mr. Smith promised.


    “You should upload them online,” Mnie encouraged.


    She looked at Nelson, who had gone all silent, and said, “We''re not targeting anyone here, but this rare extreme weather that


    happens only once in 30 years is a reminder for us to wake up from our stupor. Safety issues in such extreme sports must be


    addressed thoroughly,”


    Just then most of the bikers with minor injuries walked out. They were on their way to anotherrger hospital for further


    recuperation and rest. The bikers who were more severely injured were also pushed out in preparation to be transferred to


    another hospital facility for more professional treatment.


    The terrible states that the bikers were in made everyone present fall silent.


    John saw that all hopes of smearing Jones Enterprise’s reputation were lost, and seized the chance to flee in a hurry with his


    men, for fear that the reporters might recall what he said and bug him over it.


    The reporters aimed their cameras at the injured bikers. “Do you have anything to say regarding the incident?”


    “We will pursue this matter to the end! We won''t just forget about this incident!” some bikers said, agitated.


    “Yes! Two legendary extreme bikers had their legs amputated. They have no hopes of being in the sport for the rest of their lives!


    Let''s not talk about losing the ability to pursue their passion for extreme sports!”


    *Please calm down, everyone. We have engaged ourwyers, who will contact you in time toe. We''ll provide you with


    adequate financialpensation!” Nelson''s assistant was still trying his best to salvage the


    company’s image.


    Mnie stepped forward, and said clearly, “Many bikers’ livelihoods depend on the award money they win from professional


    races. Their entire family depends on the money they earn from their hard work. Financial


    compensation is minimal, and what the bikers deserve!


    “As for the bikers themselves, financialpensation isn’t the only thing they need. Be they legendary extreme bikers or


    ordinary biking hobbyists, they want the honor and recognition ”


    “| suggest for the organizer to distribute medals ofpletion to all bikers who didn’t have the chance toplete the race,


    which was suspended midway.” Mnie said, speaking up on behalf of the bikers.


    Enthusiastic apuse broke out amongst the surrounding bikers, some of them with tears welling up in their


    eyes.


    Thousands ofizens were tuning in to live—stream reports of the ident that urred during the mountain bike race. The


    inte was filled withments berating Nelson for what he did. R


    eporters onsite surrounded him, bombarding him with so many questions he wished he could dig a hole and bury himself in it.


    Mnie left with Mr. Smith, both of them entering Jones Enterprise’s vehicle. A male colleague handed them two cups of piping


    hot coffee, which Mr. Smith thanked him for.


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    “Mnie. | forgot to tell you that the series of photos of the genie and knight of fragrance won top prize at the international


    competition. Thank you for the inspiration you gave me,” Mr. Smith said with a twinkle in his eye as he sed on the hot coffee.


    “You did it based on your own merit.” Mnie said with a helpless smile.


    Mr. Smith gave her a half-smile, still immersed in the tragedy of the people he shot with his camera. He kept scrolling through


    the photos. “Till stay up the entire night to tidy up the photos and upload them online.”


    “in order to stop the media from taking things out of context, I’ll arrange for a public rtionspany to contact you and make


    sure your photos are apanied by the most urate facts,” Mnie suggested.


    “Alright, I''ll go with your suggestion.”


    Mr. Smith went on, with a furrow of his brows. “What should | name this series of photos? | can’t think of a good name, no matter


    how hard | try.”


    “How about “Sabyrean Butterflies? Mnie said. A suggestion sprung forth as she looked through the photos.


    “Butterflies in Sabyre have to endure extreme weather conditions, yet they continue to soar through the harshest of winters and


    remain beautiful throughout. Wonderful! Simply amazing!”


    Mr. Smith was greatly pleased, his eyes lighting up.


    “You''ve given me such brilliant inspiration once again! I''ll name it Sabyrean Butterflies! New life will dawn upon us after the pain


    is washed away!”


    Theer of Mnie’s lips arched into a smile, as though she had something in mind.


    The bus dropped Mr. Smith off at his hotel before sending everyone else back to the office.


    Mnie arrived at her office. She made two calls, looking worried.


    The first call was to Elder Gibson.


    “Master, could you do me a favor when you are avable?”


    “Speak,” Elder Gibson said irritably.


    “Have you read the news about the tragedy at Mount Coloss yesterday? | personally witnessed the worst ever weather condition


    over the past 30 years, and saw how helpless yet strong the bikers remained. The huge conflict and contrast gave me new


    inspiration, and | want to concoct a fragrance.”


    “You really have nothing better to do!” Elder Gibson scolded her on the phone. “The thing is, have you eaten yet?


    He had the remote control in hand as he watched an interview on the television, which took ce over an hour a30.


    The sight of Mnie all covered in mud made his heart ache, yet the first thing she had on her mind upon her return was to


    concoct a fragrance? She was truly worthy of being his disciple!