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It was only a day's delay, but more rescue planes had arrived in the Mitumba Mountains.
This time, the people who came were finally a proper professional rescue team, not a bunch of opportunists looking to cash in.
The rescue costs were being covered jointly by the various countries and airlines. With some of the work being done on a volunteer basis, the team itself wouldn't demand any extra payment.
The people trapped in the mountains could finally see daylight again and return to civilization.
Before a swarm of reporters descended, Li Bai, Ye Tong, and the others slipped away first. They hadn't made it to Egypt, so they went their separate ways from Kenya.
Some headed back to China, others to Somalia.
Still, the group had come away with something from the Mitumba Mountains.
Aside from Li Bai keeping most of the meteorites for himself, the others had also stumbled across plenty of gold.
Lu Sanhu's luck was so good it made people jealous. He found more than a dozen gold nuggets: some as small as mung beans, others as big as thumbs. He also gathered two or three pounds of gold dust, with grains not much smaller than rapeseeds, filling an entire plastic bag. He'd made himself a fortune.
The floods caused by the torrential rain had scoured the creek bed. Once the water receded, large quantities of gold were exposed, glinting bright yellow in the sun. At first, they thought it was sunlight reflecting off the water and the fine gravel. Only when they got closer did they realize something was unusual: the glittering flecks were grains of gold. With a little luck, a few scoops through the gravel might turn up an upgraded version—bigger, more valuable nuggets.
Uncle Biao kept quiet and filled his