Chapter 181 36, Amsterdam (Part 2)

"No, no!"

On the street, Song Wenbin quickly stopped Wei Ning. He was still receiving Seal's salary. If he wanted to incite fans to post on the producer's Weibo, wouldn't he be out of his mind and hit the wall?

He pressed Weining's cell phone and whispered: "We are performing national tasks now. Don't let this kind of thing ruin the plan. A little impatience will mess up the plan, you know?"

Wei Ning looked at Song Wenbin and hesitated to speak.

After a pause, Song Wenbin said calmly, "It's really for my own good. Just let me finish this task. I'll unblock it first so that I can resume live broadcasting. Okay, please bear with me for a while."

Wei Ning didn't really plan to take anyone to post on Jiang Lu's Weibo right away. He was just extremely unhappy when Song Wenbin and Sutina Huo Yu were treated differently. He couldn't bear it and wanted to vent.

"All right."

Wei Ning said with difficulty: "But I have remembered this."

Song Wenbin looked helpless when he looked at Wei Ning. To say that these fans are cute is really cute, and they are really scary when they are scary. In the Internet age, war is carried out silently in an invisible battlefield in an atomized state.

Both want to mentally destroy and attack the object of their hatred. In reality, this kind of attack is the banning of accounts and the destruction of reputations, just like those celebrities whose houses have collapsed and anchors whose accounts have been banned.

Seeing that the woman in the window was angry, Song Wenbin quickly warned: "It's time to have fun, don't take pictures in entertainment venues!"

That’s outrageous…

Indeed, they flew all the way from Jakarta and went through various procedures and looked up information. Huo Yu didn't even read much but felt a little overwhelmed.

Sutina asked cautiously, "Isn't there a complete thesis?"

This caused several big men to rush out of the store and immediately surrounded Song Wenbin and Wei Ning. One of the big men knocked Weining's cell phone away, pointed at his nose and cursed fiercely.

Sutina's tired eyes flashed with hope: "Then, can we borrow it?"

"What are they talking about?"

Song Wenbin said oh~ and showed a look of sudden realization. To be honest, he quite admired these young people handing out flyers, which reminded him of the happy time he spent playing with Park Yantong in Seoul.

Such a scene amazed Song Wenbin, and even the angry Wei Ning was dumbfounded. As a photographer, he instinctively took out his mobile phone and started taking pictures.

"Proud boy."

Song Wenbin clearly knows that as a misogynistic anchor, there are many people who hate his existence. He finally recovered from the blow of the last account ban incident, and naturally he does not want to cause any trouble again at this time.

After listening to Huo Yu's words, Su Tina had no choice but to continue searching around. However, as the books around them piled higher and higher, the expression on Su Tina's face became more and more disappointed. There were more and more books, and what she really wanted was

There is less and less information. In those thick books, some only mention the Van Balen, and some have no records at all about the ship.

The librarian glanced sideways at the title of the book in Sutina's hand, and then started typing on the computer. After typing for a while, he said, "Yes, only this part?"

After reading for three or four hours in a row, until it was dark outside, Huo Yu reminded Sutina: "Come back tomorrow. The library will be closed if it gets later. If we don't take a break, the producer will also take a break."

Even for her, these voluminous books are quite obscure. From time to time, she has to take out her mobile phone to translate a word or two. Compared with her, Huo Yu seems very relaxed. She takes photos everywhere with her mobile phone, leaving questions for the program team.

Download some materials.

After Jiang Lu gave the address to the director, Song Wenbin took the address and went straight to the rest room. Wei Ning was worried that Jiang Lu would not want to see Song Wenbin if he went back alone, so he went back with him.

After searching for a long time, Sutina's eyes lit up. She finally found the corresponding book number in the bookcase in the history and geography column. She couldn't wait to sit on the long table in the library with the thick book.

Start turning the pages of the book.

"There are few people."

The library manager at the front desk was sorting things and getting ready to get off work. Sutina put the book on the front desk and asked: "Excuse me, what is the section in the appendix of this book about Dr. Pierre Devitt's paper on the Van Balen?"

Isn’t it just this small part?”

These Dutch people were often 1.9 meters tall, a head taller than Song Wenbin. Standing next to them, they were imposing. Wei Ning had never seen such a scene before, and he was frightened.

Weining kept taking pictures with his mobile phone, and while taking pictures, he said: "Yan, don't tell me, the feeling here is really different from that in China.

The administrator shook his head and said: "I'm really sorry. The original copy of this file was indeed kept here, but it was damaged in 1994. Later we moved it to the archives room for restoration.

Already."

Sutina turned the pages of the book and said: "Look at the name of this book, "Famous Dutch Merchant Ships in the Eighteenth Century". This book records in detail the famous ships in Dutch history. Although it also mentions

The Van Balen also includes DeWitt's research, but it does not include DeWitt's inferences about the sinking location of the Van Balen, and only briefly mentions it."

After a tiring day, he didn't want to wait any longer, so he simply asked the director to call producer Jiang Lu.

However, Song Wenbin did not understand either Dutch or English, and had no idea what they were talking about. After those people finished speaking, they handed out a leaflet to Song Wenbin and Wei Ning.

"There is no difference between these contents and the contents retrieved by the domestic team."

Huo Yu covered Su Tina's mouth, looked around, and whispered: "Look again, there are so many books here, you can always find the corresponding book."

Seeing that these Westerners refused to accept his behavior, Song Wenbin couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He had a heavy responsibility at the moment, and naturally he didn't want to be invited to Orange at this time. After all, this was a legal business.

Huo Yu and Su Tina looked at each other, and each could see the deep disappointment in the other's eyes.

Song Wenbin was also annoyed. This kid always liked to follow him. Even if he was a fan, he couldn't rush him. But this red light district is a place where you can take photos casually. It's too crazy.

He watched these strangely dressed guys walking by on the street with great interest, and sighed with half envy and half confusion: "Don't people in capitalist countries have to work?"

Song Wenbin looked at the flyer in his hand and was stunned. The purple flyer showed two white muscular men hugging each other. They looked at Song Wenbin and smiled, giving a thumbs up, with white teeth.

In the library, Sutina, holding a book number, walked slowly by the bookshelf and looked at the text catalog on the bookshelf. Some of these texts were in Dutch, some in English, and some in German.

However, as she turned over the pages, Sutina's brows furrowed and she murmured: "How could this happen?"

Of course, these are not what Song Wenbin really cares about. What he cares about is the clothes those people wear. Good guy, he has never seen people dressed like this. He only saw those men in the parade wearing thongs, high heels, or wearing spiked clothes.

They were wearing tight black leather pants, and there were several women in the team. They even wore no shirts at all, with colorful hair, and excitedly waved their fists among a group of men, looking impassioned.

I saw the few people who were so aggressive just a second ago retreating obediently, moving away from the two of them, looking at them warily, not daring to curse.

The big man sneered and raised his hands to show his innocence.

Then, Song Wenbin took out the purple flyer he had received during the day from his pocket and stuffed it under the nose of the big Dutch man.

On the way, Song Wenbin could see the open shops by the river. During the day, Song Wenbin joked that he wanted to see the red light district, but when night fell, Song Wenbin found that this city was quite quiet and peaceful.

atmosphere.

"Huh?" Song Wenbin stretched his hand forward.

Wei Ning was warned by his idol and was stunned. His nature as a photographer is that he likes to take random photos, which is exactly the same as Pauly. The woman was angry and he didn't take off his phone immediately.

Those orange shop windows and candy houses are reflected on the stone streets, which look very reassuring. Pedestrians on the road pass by on bicycles, looking like a fairy tale town in Van Gogh's oil painting.

Wei Ning smiled bitterly and said, "However, this flyer says they are proud boys."

However, the fairy tale world did not last long. Soon, the two of them entered an alley. There were more people on the street. There were young men and women everywhere, and the lights in the windows also changed from warm yellow to

The romantic pink color has changed. Of course, the products have also changed. From candy to meat, it is just a street away.

Just like in the Java Sea, clues are equally elusive in Amsterdam. After the dreamy sheen fades, this treasure hunt is more difficult than they imagined.

But Wei Ning's actions angered the women in the window. One of them, who was stronger than Song Wenbin, glared at him and banged the window so loudly that it almost broke.

Damn it... trouble can happen anywhere...

Song Wenbin said somewhat sourly.

"Huh?" Song Wenbin raised his chin proudly, as if he had nothing to do with me.

Looking at the passing game team, Song Wenbin asked Wei Ning.

After a pause, Sutina whispered angrily: "And this book was reprinted in 2017, just a few years ago. It is not the original research work of DeWitt at all."

At this moment, Song Wenbin didn't know that the two colleagues had suffered a terrible fate. He scanned the street until dark and didn't see the two colleagues coming out.

The front desk staff continued to shake his head and said: "The materials in the archives are not open to the public. Of course, if you really want to borrow them, you can go to the director of the archives and ask about the situation. This matter does not belong to us.

Library Management.”

Song Wenbin cursed secretly. He took out a few banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into the hands of the excited Dutch people, hoping to settle the matter.

"Yan..." Surrounded by several big men, Wei Ning looked at Song Wenbin uneasily, hoping that Yan could save him as usual.

Song Wenbin repeated.

Wei Ning was stunned for a moment, as if an invisible electric current passed through his brain, his body was petrified, and his pupils were shaking.

"Yeah, it's probably a parade organized by a gay organization."

Although I hate to admit it, this kind of street is indeed much better than the streets in my hometown where big-character posters are written and the loudspeakers of clearance sales are shoved into people's faces.

Afterwards, the group of people continued to hold flags, beat gongs and drums, shout slogans, and left in a lively manner. They were so unhappy.

When other passers-by saw the flyer, they all gasped. Their eyes immediately changed when they looked at Song Wenbin and Wei Ning. Some of them even approached and glared at several big men.

"I'm a good boy."

Looking at Song Wenbin holding up the flyer, the people in Weining were dumbfounded. For a moment, they couldn't even utter a single word out of a thousand words.

When Wei Ning saw the pink shop window, he became interested. When he passed by the ladies in the shop windows, he picked up his phone and kept taking pictures.

But these Dutch people obviously could not be bribed with money. They still accused Weining angrily and kept chattering, and passers-by looked over.

"I don't understand"

Wei Ning reluctantly returned the broom to him.
To be continued...