Chapter 1941: Female supporting role in the entertainment industry, the style of painting is wrong (31)
There is no road ahead at all, but layers of thorny forests.
They have been traveling for more than ten days and are now deep in the mountains.
But the problem now is that they have to take a detour.
In order to make the program realistic, they did not choose the normal road into the mountain. They bought this map from an old local guide.
At this moment, the director only had one thing to say in his mind. He now had every reason to suspect that the so-called old guide was actually an old liar.
Just when the director was about to raise the aerial drone to check the situation in the thorn forest, Jin Qing smelled a faint fragrance, which made her feel very familiar and disgusted.
Jin Qing put down the package on her body, walked to the director and whispered a few words.
The director looked at Jin Qing in surprise. His lips trembled, but he finally nodded and said to everyone, "We won't go any further today. Let's rest where we are. We will find other ways tomorrow morning!"
After saying these words, the director turned around and walked towards the rescue vehicle, seemingly planning to arrange work for the rescue vehicle.
But Brother Liu, who had been paying attention to the movements of the director and Jin Qing, keenly noticed that the director's hands seemed to be shaking. It seemed that he wanted to take out the mobile phone in his pocket, but he failed to do so after several attempts.
Knowing that the matter was related to Jin Qing, Brother Liu turned his attention to Jin Qing, only to see Jin Qing tilting his head and squinting at the director's back, looking cowardly.
Brother Liu's palms were a little sweaty, and he felt like he had guessed something.
In the village that hosted the director team before, a young man in white national costume rushed into the room of the guide who was selling the map, "Grandpa, why did you give that map to those people? Now someone is going to the village to ask about it.
Whoever released the map, did you know that doing so would kill those people, but they are innocent."
When he first started watching the live broadcast, he felt that the route was wrong. After the map appeared on the live broadcast today, he recognized it at a glance. It was the one left by his father.
Thinking that the map had been kept with his grandpa, he couldn't help but rush over to ask his grandpa, wanting to know if this matter had something to do with his grandpa.
The old man raised his cloudy eyes and looked at the indignant young man opposite him. He picked up the cane beside him and hit the young man on the back hard. "Who is innocent? Your father is innocent."
Those people were so powerful that his son, who had a sense of justice, died on the way to report them.
Later, the village also had an Internet connection. No one thought about telling the outside world, but those who came to investigate failed to find the way up the mountain, and the reporter was in bad luck.
Over the years, people in the village have become afraid of bears and dare not say a word after receiving the benefits.
But he couldn't swallow this breath. He was buried up to his neck in the earth. Every time he went to sleep, he could see his son looking at him with two lines of blood and tears, telling himself whether his death was worth it.
Didn't those people who came over to record the video say that with their high technology, they could broadcast live in the mountains? Why couldn't they help him broadcast what happened in the mountains to the outside world?
The young man did not dare to dodge the old man's movements. After being beaten a few times, the young man crawled to the old man's side and carefully helped the old man breathe in his chest.
The old man seemed to have recovered a little. He reached out from under the mattress behind him and took out a small cloth bag and stuffed it into the young man's hand. "The money in Grandpa's box is not clean. You don't want it."
Take it, you will do evil, and you will be noticed by those people.
The country gives me old-age pension money every month, and I have saved all of it. In addition to our expenses over the years, this is what we have left.
Grandpa has made some bamboo utensils out of bamboo strips these days. You can help him carry them out and sell them. Once you go out, don’t come back. Don’t be discovered. Don’t take a car. You must walk. God Enti Guzi will bless you.
of."
The young man wanted to say something more, but the old man grabbed his hand firmly and said, "Promise me."
Although the old man was skinny, his hands were rough and strong because he had been doing farm work all year round. The young man finally gave up resistance, crawled to the opposite side of the old man, and kowtowed heavily to the old man.
After calming down and waiting until the redness in the corners of his eyes faded away, the young man picked up the bamboo basket on the ground and walked out of the village.
Sure enough, some strangers had appeared at the entrance of the village, looking through the things carried by the villagers entering and leaving the village.
Seeing the young man carrying a bamboo basket out of the village, the people stopped him with their hands and asked, "Where are you going?"
The young man bent slightly and said, "My grandfather asked me to sell these bamboo utensils and buy him a new mobile phone."
He reached out and pulled out the small cloth bag on the young man's body. The man said with a sullen face, "Why do you bring so much cash?" It was almost 20,000.
The expression on the young man's face was a little shy. "They don't allow bank cards in the village, so I coaxed my grandpa to give me more money and buy me a mobile phone."
Seeing the young man's embarrassment, people nearby burst into laughter.
The man looked the young man up and down and asked, "How old are you!"
The blush on the young man's face has not faded yet, "I'm seventeen."
The man's tense expression relaxed a lot. He reached into his pocket and took out a thousand yuan and put it in the young man's hand. "Just wait until you can get the money next year. Find a place to throw these bamboo utensils. It's not worth it for such a small amount of money."
If you take such a trip, there is a mobile phone store in the center of the city, so hurry up and come back."
The benefits they provide to this village are good. As long as the villagers are over 18 years old, the mountain will give out huge sums of money every month as proof of their good relationship with each other.
The young man took the money excitedly and kept expressing his gratitude to the man, but he was still reluctant to drop the basket on his body.
Watching the young man walk away, the man turned to look at the villagers next to him, "Why doesn't his family give him money? How come he is so happy with just a small amount of money?"
The villager seemed to have been opened up to chatter, and sneered, "His grandfather is the most stingy in the village. Even his children have a tight life all year round. I don't know if his grandfather wants to take the box of money into the coffin."
They are all used to taking money from the mountains. Although they live in the village, their lives are very good. Unlike that family, they still live in a dilapidated bamboo house. They have to find ways to buy a mobile phone for their children.
A thousand dollars will make you happy for a long time.
As they talked, the villagers cautiously approached the person who just spoke, "Brother, something happened on the mountain. Do you need our help?"
Seeing those people going into the mountains with various cameras, they felt that it was not a good thing. After martial law was imposed in the village, this feeling became even stronger. Now they just hope that those people will not cut off their financial resources.
They have maintained a friendly relationship with the mountain over the years, and their lives are comfortable and prosperous. God bless them, and nothing will change!
Seeing the gossipy expressions on the villagers' faces, the man grinned at the villagers, then pulled out his short blade and nailed it to the table with a clanking sound. "What do you want to know?" Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, you know?
There is no road ahead at all, but layers of thorny forests.
They have been traveling for more than ten days and are now deep in the mountains.
But the problem now is that they have to take a detour.
In order to make the program realistic, they did not choose the normal road into the mountain. They bought this map from an old local guide.
At this moment, the director only had one thing to say in his mind. He now had every reason to suspect that the so-called old guide was actually an old liar.
Just when the director was about to raise the aerial drone to check the situation in the thorn forest, Jin Qing smelled a faint fragrance, which made her feel very familiar and disgusted.
Jin Qing put down the package on her body, walked to the director and whispered a few words.
The director looked at Jin Qing in surprise. His lips trembled, but he finally nodded and said to everyone, "We won't go any further today. Let's rest where we are. We will find other ways tomorrow morning!"
After saying these words, the director turned around and walked towards the rescue vehicle, seemingly planning to arrange work for the rescue vehicle.
But Brother Liu, who had been paying attention to the movements of the director and Jin Qing, keenly noticed that the director's hands seemed to be shaking. It seemed that he wanted to take out the mobile phone in his pocket, but he failed to do so after several attempts.
Knowing that the matter was related to Jin Qing, Brother Liu turned his attention to Jin Qing, only to see Jin Qing tilting his head and squinting at the director's back, looking cowardly.
Brother Liu's palms were a little sweaty, and he felt like he had guessed something.
In the village that hosted the director team before, a young man in white national costume rushed into the room of the guide who was selling the map, "Grandpa, why did you give that map to those people? Now someone is going to the village to ask about it.
Whoever released the map, did you know that doing so would kill those people, but they are innocent."
When he first started watching the live broadcast, he felt that the route was wrong. After the map appeared on the live broadcast today, he recognized it at a glance. It was the one left by his father.
Thinking that the map had been kept with his grandpa, he couldn't help but rush over to ask his grandpa, wanting to know if this matter had something to do with his grandpa.
The old man raised his cloudy eyes and looked at the indignant young man opposite him. He picked up the cane beside him and hit the young man on the back hard. "Who is innocent? Your father is innocent."
Those people were so powerful that his son, who had a sense of justice, died on the way to report them.
Later, the village also had an Internet connection. No one thought about telling the outside world, but those who came to investigate failed to find the way up the mountain, and the reporter was in bad luck.
Over the years, people in the village have become afraid of bears and dare not say a word after receiving the benefits.
But he couldn't swallow this breath. He was buried up to his neck in the earth. Every time he went to sleep, he could see his son looking at him with two lines of blood and tears, telling himself whether his death was worth it.
Didn't those people who came over to record the video say that with their high technology, they could broadcast live in the mountains? Why couldn't they help him broadcast what happened in the mountains to the outside world?
The young man did not dare to dodge the old man's movements. After being beaten a few times, the young man crawled to the old man's side and carefully helped the old man breathe in his chest.
The old man seemed to have recovered a little. He reached out from under the mattress behind him and took out a small cloth bag and stuffed it into the young man's hand. "The money in Grandpa's box is not clean. You don't want it."
Take it, you will do evil, and you will be noticed by those people.
The country gives me old-age pension money every month, and I have saved all of it. In addition to our expenses over the years, this is what we have left.
Grandpa has made some bamboo utensils out of bamboo strips these days. You can help him carry them out and sell them. Once you go out, don’t come back. Don’t be discovered. Don’t take a car. You must walk. God Enti Guzi will bless you.
of."
The young man wanted to say something more, but the old man grabbed his hand firmly and said, "Promise me."
Although the old man was skinny, his hands were rough and strong because he had been doing farm work all year round. The young man finally gave up resistance, crawled to the opposite side of the old man, and kowtowed heavily to the old man.
After calming down and waiting until the redness in the corners of his eyes faded away, the young man picked up the bamboo basket on the ground and walked out of the village.
Sure enough, some strangers had appeared at the entrance of the village, looking through the things carried by the villagers entering and leaving the village.
Seeing the young man carrying a bamboo basket out of the village, the people stopped him with their hands and asked, "Where are you going?"
The young man bent slightly and said, "My grandfather asked me to sell these bamboo utensils and buy him a new mobile phone."
He reached out and pulled out the small cloth bag on the young man's body. The man said with a sullen face, "Why do you bring so much cash?" It was almost 20,000.
The expression on the young man's face was a little shy. "They don't allow bank cards in the village, so I coaxed my grandpa to give me more money and buy me a mobile phone."
Seeing the young man's embarrassment, people nearby burst into laughter.
The man looked the young man up and down and asked, "How old are you!"
The blush on the young man's face has not faded yet, "I'm seventeen."
The man's tense expression relaxed a lot. He reached into his pocket and took out a thousand yuan and put it in the young man's hand. "Just wait until you can get the money next year. Find a place to throw these bamboo utensils. It's not worth it for such a small amount of money."
If you take such a trip, there is a mobile phone store in the center of the city, so hurry up and come back."
The benefits they provide to this village are good. As long as the villagers are over 18 years old, the mountain will give out huge sums of money every month as proof of their good relationship with each other.
The young man took the money excitedly and kept expressing his gratitude to the man, but he was still reluctant to drop the basket on his body.
Watching the young man walk away, the man turned to look at the villagers next to him, "Why doesn't his family give him money? How come he is so happy with just a small amount of money?"
The villager seemed to have been opened up to chatter, and sneered, "His grandfather is the most stingy in the village. Even his children have a tight life all year round. I don't know if his grandfather wants to take the box of money into the coffin."
They are all used to taking money from the mountains. Although they live in the village, their lives are very good. Unlike that family, they still live in a dilapidated bamboo house. They have to find ways to buy a mobile phone for their children.
A thousand dollars will make you happy for a long time.
As they talked, the villagers cautiously approached the person who just spoke, "Brother, something happened on the mountain. Do you need our help?"
Seeing those people going into the mountains with various cameras, they felt that it was not a good thing. After martial law was imposed in the village, this feeling became even stronger. Now they just hope that those people will not cut off their financial resources.
They have maintained a friendly relationship with the mountain over the years, and their lives are comfortable and prosperous. God bless them, and nothing will change!
Seeing the gossipy expressions on the villagers' faces, the man grinned at the villagers, then pulled out his short blade and nailed it to the table with a clanking sound. "What do you want to know?" Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, you know?
