A great director who grew up happily

Chapter 342 Wild Filming Scene

The next morning, or to be more precise, in the early morning, several guests of Flower and Youth were woken up by the production crew to put on makeup, and then they followed the crew's convoy in a daze to experience another world in South Africa.

After a bumpy ride, Nazha leaned against the car window and asked, "Where are we now? Why are we in the desert?"

"I'm not sure, but the car has slowed down a lot. I feel like we should be there," said Chen Bolin, who was driving.

Although there are slums in the city, they obviously do not meet the requirements for filming the movie, so the crew can only venture to the suburbs, a real self-built slum village.

This place cannot be said to be lawless, but the laws in the national sense do not reach here. They have their own order and rules, and the local gangs who control leaves and alcohol are responsible for maintaining order.

The crew was able to come here to shoot because they had informed the local leaders in advance, otherwise the staff would never dare to set foot here.

After the convoy stopped outside the village, the four guests tentatively got out of the car and stood aside, somewhat at a loss.

The sharp-eyed Zhang Ruoyun saw a black guy looking out in the distance, with a gun casually slung over his left shoulder, the black barrel facing the ground. The moment his eyes met with the black guy's, the hairs on his body stood up, as if he had seen a poisonous snake.

However, the black guy obviously did not have such rich psychological activities. After confirming that it was still the crew who came here to spend money, he left shaking his head.

After seeing the other party leave, Zhang Ruoyun took a deep breath of fresh air and quickly informed several people nearby of his discovery. The accompanying program cameraman also pointed the camera at the young man in the distance and saw clearly the model of the gun he was carrying.

The classic AK47.

AK47 is rampant in Africa, simply because it is cheap. You can get an old gun that has been passed down through many hands for just $, which is even cheaper than the guns in online games.

Initially, these guns were sent to Africa during the Cold War when the Soviet Union provided billions in subsidies. The quantity at that time was not too large, but after the collapse of the Soviet Union, hundreds of millions of Soviet-made AK47s and countless imitations flooded into the black market and were sold by the ton, instantly causing a global surplus of guns.

The price also plummeted from $1000 per piece to a bargain price.

Logically speaking, this old gun that has been in service for half a century should have been out of use long ago, but Soviet-style equipment has a characteristic, that is, it is durable. Low shooting accuracy and large errors in parts are all insignificant compared to its durability. Even without complicated maintenance, it can still fire and participate in gang fights.

"What should we do? Should we go back?" Nazha asked nervously. Before she came, she thought that since the crew dared to go there to film, how dangerous could it be? It was nothing more than publicity and hype. She was very familiar with this kind of thing, so she didn't take it to heart at all.

If there is really danger, would the production team dare to let these stars come?

But now it seems that the program crew really dares to do it.

"No, it's even more dangerous for us to drive back alone now." Chen Bolin immediately stopped Nazha's unrealistic fantasy, "Our top priority now is to catch up with the crew. We must not fall behind."

There is order within the gangs. Coming from Taiwan, he has a clear understanding of this. Taiwan doesn't have many other things, but it has many gangs.

"Yes, yes, let's go find Brother Jing first." Jiang Shuying quickly agreed.

Then, several people and three cameramen quickly ran to the front of the convoy. As the director of the crew, Wu Jing was already in the most intimate car.

However, after they ran for a while, they saw a noisy crowd gathering together. They tried to get closer and found that Chen Jinnian and a young mixed-race black man were confronting each other in the crowd, and they looked like they were about to fight.

Wu Jing stood outside with a grim face, holding a black child in his hand.

"Brother Jing, what happened?" Jiang Shuying asked

"Damn it! When getting off the train, this bastard threw the child out of the car like he was throwing a box. This is a living person, not garbage. Who the hell is not a mother's child? How can you treat a child like this?"

After Wu Jing finished cursing, he stared at the mixed-race black man, wanting to beat him up, but his remaining rationality made him endure it. He was the leading actor in the movie, and if he got injured, the entire crew would have to stop working.

Jiang Shuying looked down at the black child, who was about six or seven years old, thin, and his clothes were covered in dust. She squatted down and tried to communicate with him in English, and helped the child brush off the dust on his clothes.

But the black child ignored her and just stared at the two people in front of him.

"He doesn't understand English very well. I just checked and there's nothing wrong with him." Wu Jing said, suppressing his anger.

"But why isn't he crying?" Jiang Shuying looked up and asked in confusion.

"Oh, crying, in such a chaotic place, crying only shows weakness, and will only attract more people to bully you."

As soon as Wu Jing finished speaking, the mixed-race black man in the venue roared at the crowd, and exchanged insults with those who accused him in the local language. Then he angrily took off his shirt, and with his upper body naked, he sprayed at Chen Jinnian.

Although Chen Jinnian didn't understand what the other person was saying, in this situation, it definitely wouldn't be words of congratulations to him on his wealth and longevity.

He sneered at the mixed-race black man who provoked him, moved his wrists, and took off his shirt as well, revealing his well-defined muscles.

The two men are about the same height, both around 185 cm tall, but after taking off their clothes, it can be seen that they are not heavyweight fighters at all.

In a fight, when the skills are similar, what matters is the strength of the arms and waist, and the ability to defeat the opponent with force. Whoever gets knocked down is the one who takes the beating unilaterally.

"Beat him up. I've been picking you up on the set for so long. I don't believe you can't beat him."

Wu Jing said in a teasing tone that after he knew that Chen Jinnian had studied boxing routines for a period of time last year, he would teach him a few moves whenever he had time.

Although he only learned some martial arts routines in his early years, he had met many people, including the sword master Yu Chenghui and the mantis boxing master Yu Hai, so he also knew some practical skills.

"Shut up, I don't need you to teach me."

As soon as Chen Jinnian finished speaking with his head tilted, the mixed-race boy started to show off some moves, very similar to what Brother Long did in the movie, and then he took a run-up and was about to jump and kick.

Wu Jing, who was watching, was immediately delighted and said, "Jinnian won."

"why."

Jiang Shuying and others asked quickly, but they knew why without Wu Jing's explanation.

Chen Jinnian dodged the mixed-race boy's flying kick by slightly turning sideways. He retreated half a step and pushed off the ground directly, crossing his arms against the opponent's side, instantly pushing the mixed-race boy in the air three or four meters sideways.

The crowd of onlookers dispersed instantly, making way for the other person to fall heavily to the ground.

His exaggerated distance push made everyone feel unreal. They looked at each other in confusion for a moment. Only Chen Jinnian didn't care at all. He rushed forward before the opponent landed.

The mixed-race boy had just landed on the ground and was still dizzy when Chen Jinnian's fists rained down on him in the face, knocking him unconscious. Not to mention fighting back, he couldn't even protect his face with his arms.

"See? When fighting, you don't have absolute confidence and you must never fly into the air. Once you are caught, you will be dead." After Wu Jing explained to them, he ran over to separate them.

"Okay, I got your point. Are you really going to beat him to death?" Wu Jing pulled Chen Jinnian up with force.

Chen Jinnian spat angrily, then looked at the crowd, "What are you looking at? I'm telling you, this is the end. Get to work, the machine will start in half an hour."

Everyone dispersed instantly, including the usually lax locals, who also acted obediently.

"Isn't it bad for you to fight on the set?" Nazha asked hesitantly. She felt that the crew's approach was too wild.

"Fight, who's fighting? We're just adapting to local customs and exchanging ideas, do you understand?" Chen Jinnian bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground, took the walkie-talkie from Wu Jing's hand and began to arrange the work on the scene.