AWB Chapter 142 The Old Gentleman
Chapter 142 The Old Gentleman
Chapter 142 The Old Gentleman
This time Wu Changyun is going to take a group of people to the old house in North Korea to complete the follow-up filming. The owner of the house, Wu Changyun, has never met, but I heard that he is a very lively old rich man.
It is said that he is a bachelor all his life and has no children.
Wu Changyun is checking the luggage for this trip at the company. Originally, he was not required to do this kind of work, but unfortunately, now that both sides of the crew are working in parallel, Wang Jing can be regarded as a good time to catch up.
"Take that lightly."
Wu Changyun pointed to the big box in Wang Jing's hand, which contained two Hasselblad portable cameras.
In the 21st century, Canon, Nikon and Sony are still struggling with 4000 million pixels, but Hasselblad focuses on the extreme of pixels and has produced a luxury machine with [-] million pixels.
Also, the price is ridiculously high.
Wu Changyun has a little in his pocket now. For Wu Changyun, this kind of box-style camera not only has collection value, but also has a different kind of sentiment.
"Why did you buy this thing?"
Wang Jing asked a little puzzled.
"Before I was poor and couldn't afford it, now I can make up for it." Wu Changyun said awkwardly.
Listening to this, it seems a bit poor and short-sighted.
While packing up here, Liang Jiahui actually came to the door. Wu Changyun had met him at a university lecture before, and left Liang Jiahui the company's address and business card.
After Liang Jiahui entered the door, he looked around and saw Wu Changyun, so he raised his hand to say hello.
Different from the first meeting, Wu Changyun lamented that Liang Jiahui was indeed a handsome man, but the other party's hairstyle and dress revealed a kind of ugliness, which was caused by the public's aesthetics that could not be distinguished from ordinary people.
Liang Jiahui had a slanted bang and was wearing an off-white shirt, which made him look more like a nerd.
Wang Jing couldn't help laughing, and said to herself, "Where is this country bumpkin?"
Seeing that the other party seemed to know Wu Changyun, he politely greeted Liang Jiahui.
"Why didn't I hear you say, where are the talents dug?"
Wang Jing's eyes were shining. The person in front of him looked a bit rusty, but his face was very distinctive, at least it met the requirements of film and television.
The so-called film and television requirements are the characteristics of a person's appearance.
Human aesthetics is a very weird thing, and for a long time, everyone has never corrected each other's aesthetics.
If we really open a seminar for all human beings to count what everyone thinks is a beautiful face, I am afraid that the result will make everyone's jaw drop.
What film and television pursue is the first feeling and historical basis.
The historical basis is indeed not nonsense. If the looks of Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhao Kuangyin are separated from the historical background, they are just fat people with long faces passing by on the street.
This is a joke, and it is also a history of human self-deception. In history, the appearance of good people and bad people has long been distinguished.
"It's about time, why? Don't you have to go to class?" Wu Changyun stopped what he was doing and asked.
"I have very few classes now, and I have asked for leave."
"how long?"
"Two days." Liang Jiahui said without thinking.
"It's too short, can I invite you in half a month?" Wu Changyun said bluntly.
"Half a month, I'll think of a way, yes."
Now, whatever Wu Changyun says, Liang Jiahui thinks it is an opportunity, an opportunity for him to become famous and accumulate experience in the future.
As long as it is Wu Changyun's request, he will try his best to meet it.
Wang Jing could tell that she was going to have a Junior Brother.Wang Jing simply called Liang Jiahui to hand over the box in his hand to the other party, and then pointed to the transport truck outside.
"Leave it to me." Wang Jingchao smirked and took over the job of mentioning Liang Jiahui.
"it is good."
Wu Changyun agreed.
In the past few days, Liang Jiahui followed Wu Changyun's crew to North Korea inexplicably. On the way they took the train, Wu Changyun looked out the window and suddenly seemed to have returned to the past.
With white snow and evergreen trees, you can feel the chill through the glass of the train.
The people around were wearing big padded jackets, and even the simple farmers brought their own chickens and ducks and huddled in the corner to pick the smelly eggs.
Along the way, Wu Changyun was observing Liang Jiahui, and this guy was dragged to North Korea in a daze, which was more than a thousand miles away from his hometown.
Liang Jiahui asked himself before, and Wu Changyun also explained it to him.
"You're going to keep hiding it from him, isn't that bad?" Wang Jing ate the fast food on the train, sat on a small stool against the wall, and asked with a frown.
"How do you call it a secret? This is a rare opportunity. It is only in this kind of ignorant environment that people are tested."
"Heh, you think a lot, and what about our two beauties."
"I'm playing mahjong with makeup next door."
Wu Changyun pointed to the next door. This is the first-class compartment of the train. On a normal train, there are six people in one compartment, with three beds on one side, and two people in the first-class compartment. The space is relatively more spacious.
Most of the crew have never seen snow, let alone the weather in North Korea.
When preparing for the Lunar New Year stalls in Hong Kong, the weather is only slightly cooler in the morning. As long as the sun rises, we still wear short sleeves.
When you get here, let alone short sleeves.
Zhao Yazhi had already wrapped the coat borrowed by others around her body, and she didn't even want to get up on the bed, drinking cups of hot water.
"You still make it?"
"Not very good." Wang Jing shuddered.
Wu Changyun was originally from the north. He has experienced severe cold. It is not because he is strong in guarding the east, but because he knows that his body will not suffer from this temperature.
After arriving at the station, a group of people changed trains and took a rented car to their destination, all the way uphill.
When we arrived at the house, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon. The old man named Jin Shengwu came out of the house, wearing a red woolen coat and a neat suit inside.
To Wu Changyun's surprise, the other party didn't wear leather shoes, but a pair of slippers with animal fur, which looked very warm.
"Hello, my friend, come in with me first."
Jin Shengwu warmly welcomed Wu Changyun and the others to enter, and walked through the iron gate. Inside was a long path paved with stones, with lawns on both sides connecting low shrubs against the walls.
A few people in servant clothes are taking care of the vegetation, and a western-style building can be seen not far away.
Compared with the mask of the entire house, this sample building looks too small.
"I thought it was a bigger house." Wu Changyun took out the photos for comparison, and it was smaller than he expected.
"That may have disappointed Director Wu. The original owner here is also a bachelor, so there are no messy things."
Jin Shengwu has lived here for more than ten years, since he bought this place.
The biggest advantage here is that the house is not too big, and he will not be reminded every day that he lives alone in a big empty house. The super large area also makes life here richer.
(End of this chapter)