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Night falls early in the mining area.

As soon as the sun sets, the temperature in the open field drops rapidly, the daytime heat dissipates, leaving only the cool emptiness.

The occasional calls of unknown birds in the distance only accentuated the stillness of the surroundings.

On such an ordinary night, something extraordinary was quietly approaching.

On the evening of February 1st, the largest tent in the camp was packed with people.

Lin Che didn't explain much, only saying that there was news tonight about how much the land would be worth in the future, and asked everyone to wait and see.

As soon as he said that, everyone came.

Everyone wants to know how much the land they've worked on for days is actually worth.

Mr. Chen deliberately stayed behind instead of leaving.

Old Ao and Engineer Zhou, who are usually busy with their own things, have all gathered in this tent.

Kamau stayed by Lin Che's side constantly, following him wherever he went.

On the table in the center of the tent was a laptop connected to a satellite network.

The screen was lit up, hovering over an official website page, quiet and still, without any movement.

Every now and then, everyone's eyes would glance at that screen.

Outside the tent, the night wind of the wilderness whistled and howled across the canvas.

The tent was very quiet, so quiet that you could hear the faint sound of the computer fan turning.

The clock on the wall moved forward one tick at a time.

He Wei sat next to Lin Che and was the one who couldn't sit still the most in the room.

She kept glancing at the screen, then at her watch, then down at her phone.

Her right index finger tapped lightly on the edge of the table unconsciously.

She knew better than anyone what this night meant.

Lin Che had secured this land, convinced all the partners, and started processing the paperwork, all pinning their hopes on tonight's news.

If this news doesn't come, or if it comes in a way that Lin Che didn't expect, then all the effort he's put in these past few days could be in vain.

She was nervous for Lin Che, her nerves were on edge.

A thin layer of sweat had appeared on my palms without me even realizing it.

She secretly wiped herself on her pants, but her eyes never left the screen for too long, afraid of missing something.

This feeling is very similar to the moment before a major announcement is made back in China.

The only difference is that back then it was in a bright and clean office, but this time it's in a drafty tent in the African wilderness.

On the other side of the table, Mr. Chen and Mr. Ao were sitting at the other end of the table.

Their situation was completely different from He Wei's.

The two huddled together, chatting idly, occasionally taking a sip of their tea.

"What do you think Mr. Lin is up to?" President Chen asked Old Ao in a low voice.

Old Ao shook his head, saying he couldn't figure it out either, only knowing that following this boss always led to unexpected things.

The two lowered their voices, neither taking the wait too seriously.

In their view, nothing is more important than an ordinary night in the African wilderness.

They had no idea what they were waiting for tonight.

Lin Che didn't say anything, and they didn't press him further, assuming that this mysterious Chinese boss had something up his sleeve.

Actually, Mr. Chen was somewhat watching the spectacle with amusement.

He wanted to see what tricks Mr. Lin, who dared to make such a final decision, would pull tonight.

If he really is that amazing, he'll have to look at this person with new respect from now on.

If all talk and no action, then his doubts of the past few days will have a resolution.

Old Ao is more composed than President Chen.

Having followed Lin Che for the past few days, he had witnessed the boss's abilities firsthand, and his judgment of him had already shifted somewhat.

Unlike President Chen, who was watching the show with a detached, spectator's mindset, he actually harbored some anticipation.

Engineer Zhou was also present, sitting in the seat closest to the computer.

He, too, had no idea what news he was waiting for tonight.

But the exploration data from these past few days had already given him a solid foundation.

He knew this land was genuinely valuable and a good piece of land.

So he waited patiently, even somewhat eager to try.

In his mind, whatever the news was tonight, it would be a good thing to add to the goodness of this land.

He was more eager than anyone for this to succeed, so that he could unleash his full potential and thoroughly explore this mine.

Kamau sat in his usual corner.

He didn't know what everyone was waiting for, but that didn't stop him from fulfilling his duties.

He opened his notebook and wrote down everything that had happened that evening.

On February 1st, at night, everyone gathered in the main tent, awaiting an unknown message.

The atmosphere was heavy.

He remembered things very objectively, without a trace of his own speculation, like a machine without emotions.

Compared to the tension, curiosity, and anticipation of everyone in the room, his professional composure seemed particularly striking.

Lin Che was the calmest one in the room.

He leaned back in his chair, his expression calm, as if he were truly just waiting for the most ordinary news.

No one knows where his inner peace came from.

That wasn't feigned composure; it was an almost certain calmness.

He knew better than anyone else present what was going to happen tonight.

He just sat quietly, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the screen before slowly shifting away again.

Time passed, second by second.

Waiting is the most agonizing thing.

At first, everyone could chat a bit, talking about the daytime exploration and the awful weather.

But the further they went, the less they could keep up with the conversation.

Someone got up, poured a glass of water, and then silently sat back down.

Someone took out their phone to check the signal, frowned, and noted that the signal in the open field was intermittent, relying entirely on the computer connected to the satellite.

He Wei started checking her watch more and more frequently.

Each time she looked at it, her brows furrowed more deeply.

The closer that moment got, the heavier the air felt inside the tent.

Only Lin Che remained unchanged from beginning to end.

The more anxious others were, the more striking his calmness became.

He Wei leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Lin, why aren't you in a hurry at all?"

Lin Che glanced at her, said nothing, and simply shook his head gently.

It's like saying, what's the rush? What's meant to happen will happen, it can't be avoided.

Looking at his confident demeanor, He Wei felt a strange sense of calm wash over her, which had been making her a little flustered.

The conversation inside the tent gradually quieted down.

Mr. Chen and Mr. Ao stopped talking and began to focus their attention on the screen.

He Wei stopped tapping the table and sat up straight.

The light from the computer screen shone on everyone's faces, flickering in and out.

The official page remains unchanged, stuck in the same place.

Someone couldn't resist reaching out to refresh the page, but Lin Che stopped them with a look.

No need to swipe.

When the time comes, it will change on its own.

The clock on the wall pointed to a mark that everyone understood without saying a word.

It's almost there.

The screen remained lit, remained silent, and remained unchanged.

But the air inside the tent seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, becoming tighter and tighter.

No one spoke.

He Wei's gaze was fixed on the screen, and she even held her breath.

Mr. Chen had put down his teacup at some point and leaned forward slightly.

Old Ao held his breath.

Even the usually composed Kamau paused, his hand holding the pen still, and he stopped writing.

Only Lin Che remained leaning back in his chair.

But if someone were to look into his eyes at this moment, they would find that beneath that calmness lies a subtle, almost imperceptible focus.

He wasn't waiting for an unknown answer.

He was waiting for an answer he already knew to be spoken aloud by this screen.

All eyes were focused on that small, still-silent screen.

They are waiting for the same moment.

Wait for that moment when Lin Che circled it on the calendar with a red pen.

The entire tent was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.