Early morning.
Inside and outside Chunbai Hotel, many people were waiting for Wu Jie to show up.
The winter's chill was piercing to the bone.
Especially in Chuanbai County, where the humidity was heavy.
The damp cold often felt even colder than standing in a world of ice and snow.
But for the sake of getting first-hand news and to interview Wu Jie, the media people were going all out.
They scrambled to secure advantageous positions, set up their camera equipment like an array of cannons, and then...
Rubbing hands! Stomping feet! Exhaling breaths!
Everyone was cursing under their breath, hating this damn weather!
Yesterday there was some sun, warm and cozy; how did it become so cold overnight?
Of course.
Media people are accustomed to bad weather.
Because important figures aren't going to appear just because they wish them to.
And the weather isn't going to change according to their will; where would you find such consistently clear skies?
