Finally, the young man stopped in front of a dirt house slightly larger than other houses in the village.

"This is the village chief's home. Their dogs are very fierce. Don't go in here first. I'll tie the dog up and then come out and call you."

The young man still speaks non-standard Mandarin.

Needless to say, the group also felt that the dog inside barked as if he was going to kill someone.

None of them dared to get too close, for fear that the evil dog would rush out and hurt people.

Lin Fan and the others couldn't understand the conversation that came faintly from the room.

They communicated in their dialect throughout the whole process. In Lin Fan and his ears, such dialects were no different from birds singing.

"Uncle, the few of them claimed to be a film photography team. They came to the village to find a guide and said they wanted to go into the mountain to take a picture."

The young man is really the village chief’s nephew, dear.

“Photographer, find a guide?

There are many people going to the mountains in our village, and you, Uncle An, are one of the best players.

I just don’t know whether the identity these people are talking about is true or false.”

The village chief held his hands behind his back and watched the young man running with sweat all over the sky.

Oh, this little puppy is really capable of running away, but I am so exhausted!

The young man sweated, "Uncle, you can help me at least, this is too damnable."

"I think it's probably true. Our village is so poor that there is nothing that people can do."

Seeing this kid chasing a chicken and dog, when he remembered him when he was a child, he burst into laughter.

Lin Fan and his group were standing outside, hearing the sound of chaotic inside, mixed with the laughter of a middle-aged man.

They all looked at each other.

A thought came to everyone's mind, why is it so slow! This thing is so serious.

After a while, the door creaked open.

The young man greeted, "Come in quickly! The dog is tied!"

So a large number of people rushed into the yard.

For a moment, there was no place for the yard to stand down.

Seeing so many people, a few puppies were so scared that they shivered and didn't dare to bark. They all hid in the doghouse.

"Are you photographers?"

The middle-aged man looked at the person he thought was in charge.

That's Lin Fan, the middle-aged man looked at Lin Fan and asked.

To be honest, Lin Fan almost didn't understand what he said. The village chief's Mandarin is not as good as the young man.

"Yes, the people behind me who carry cameras are all photographers. This is my assistant, just call him Xiao Wang. I am a director.

My name is Lin Fan.”

Lin Fan pointed to his assistant Xiao Wang and explained to the village chief.

Knowing that they might not understand Mandarin very much, Lin Fan's words even slowed down his speech.

"Oh! You are Lin Fan, the director of the Olympics?

You won't lie to me, are you?

How could Lin Fan come to our remote mountain village?"

The village chief was first surprised, but slowly, his expression became a little suspicious.

"It's true, I'm that Lin Fan."

As he said that, Lin Fan took out his ID card and director's certificate from his briefcase.

Seeing the real documents, the village chief believed Lin Fan's identity.

His attitude suddenly became more enthusiastic.

"I heard from Qiangzi that you need a guide. Uncle An is a veteran who often enters the mountains. I'll let Qiangzi take you to him later!"
Chapter completed!