From Lhasa to Kathmandu, after ninety minutes, the group finally landed at Tribhuvan International Airport, with Yao Jun and Wang Yongbo still having faces flushed with excitement that wouldn't fade.
This flight was totally worth it, okay!
The only thing they wanted to do now was not to climb Mount Everest, but to buy ten more tickets, get back on the plane, and just fly back and forth for fun!
On the other side, just out of the cabin, Bi Fang saw a burly Caucasian man holding a sign with the words "Master Fang".
Yao Jun took deep breaths of the fresh air and, seeing the display sign, explained, "It must be from the guide company, coming to take us over."
Bi Fang nodded, went up to greet the man, and before he could even introduce himself, the Caucasian man enthusiastically welcomed him, "My goodness, I can hardly believe it—I'm actually going to guide the legendary GOD FANG."
"You know me?"
