The tents were packed away at top speed, loaded into the luggage bags, and then, armed with their tools, they commenced the ascent to the summit.
At this very moment, the team leader was at the front, followed by more than 20 people, with Wang Jie and Zhang Ruoxi walking at the very end.
Everyone was happily laughing, snapping photos, and taking group pictures.
As for the situation on Everest, Wang Jie now had it down pat. He knew that the area just before the mid-mountain was relatively easy to navigate, but once they reached 2/3 of the way, it would become arduous to progress any further.
"Hey, blockhead, what are you doing?"
"We come all the way here to Everest, and you don't even keep a souvenir or take photos. What's the point of climbing if you do it like this?"
Unperturbed, Wang Jie actually ignored Zhang Ruoxi. After all, just because he was on Everest didn't mean he had to keep a souvenir. He wasn't suffering from dementia; he could always remember these things.