After a minor incident, the three of them got back into the car. Huo Yu kept coughing, while Sutina bit her lip and kept wiping the steering wheel with paper towels, as if to wipe away some kind of non-existent dirt. Like a shadow.
When the program team finished organizing all the vehicles and equipment, the stars were already visible in the sky.
Song Wenbin didn't know the arrangement of the program team, how to film the program and how to sell the car. He only knew that the director named Bao took a group of them to the place where they rested at night in a Land Rover.
After leaving the airport, Song Wenbin sat in the car and looked around curiously. At this moment, he was in Abuja, the capital of Nigeria. He could see dark-skinned men and women everywhere. For a moment, he even felt that he had arrived in Guangdong. Baohan Street, but unlike black people abroad, many black people here wear traditional Muslim white robes and white hats on their heads.
While it was driving, a group of young children saw the motorcade approaching and happily patted the glass, selling various products to the program crew, most of which were fruits with names they couldn't even name, especially the director at the front. The ride-on Land Rover is the most marketed.
Song Wenbin's Wuling Hongguang, on the other hand, blended into the environment perfectly. Others only regarded it as a local hitchhiker, and no one knocked on its glass at all.
Huge palm leaves and low, dilapidated white houses can be seen everywhere on both sides of the street. Where the car lights shine, you can occasionally see open-air toilets, the kind with no roof.
In the middle of the road, there are motorcycles and women with baskets on their heads everywhere. Occasionally, you can see singing and dancing twerking ladies. Their dancing postures are several times more coquettish than the square dancing ladies in China.
After driving for about half an hour, the motorcade stopped in front of a large courtyard, which was a residence called Zhonghai Hotel. After getting off the car, Song Wenbin followed the camera crew into the hotel. The hotel was owned by a Chinese company. There was a red sign with black characters at the door. The interior space was large, but the interior made Song Wenbin feel like he was dreaming back to the 1990s. It felt like a town guest house. Even the wooden door of the room he stayed in required a key to open.
When the photographer from the program team went upstairs to look at the room, Song Wenbin and the three of them had nothing to do, because the three of them had no luggage. They could only sit in the lobby and look at the director in confusion, wondering what his plans were. .
At around 8:30, the director asked Song Wenbin and the three of them to gather their cars in the yard.
After the three of them were in their places, a staff member from the program team handed Huo Yu a letter.
Huo Yu opened the letter and his face became a little ugly.
Just listen to her read: "In order to prove the advantages and disadvantages of your respective choices of cars, the program team has decided that tomorrow you will drive your cars to Lagos, a city on the Atlantic coast 800 kilometers away, which is the most populous city in Africa. There, the person who sells their second-hand cars and makes the most profit will become the champion of this show and receive a reward of 100,000 yuan."
Lagos...800 kilometers...
The three of them looked at each other, and they could see the worry on each other's faces. Driving 800 kilometers in Africa is not a small number, not to mention that the three of them have never been to this place.
At this time, Huo Yu put down the letter and asked the program crew: "We have nothing on us. We drove 800 kilometers, and we probably won't be able to see it in a day or two. Especially with the road conditions in Africa, why don't you prepare something for us?" Clothes and daily necessities?"
But no one from the program crew paid attention to her and just kept filming themselves.
Huo Yu gritted his teeth and looked a little annoyed: "Hey! Talk!"
Seeing that Huo Yu was unhappy, Sutina quickly said: "We can go to the market to buy some daily necessities to take with us. When I drove here, I saw many markets on the road. Do you want to go shopping together and buy some."
Song Wenbin also said: "Yes, didn't they give us some naira before? It just so happens that this is the capital, and the security should be good. Let's buy some tonight."
But Huo Yu was not very happy about this proposal. He just pouted, frowned and walked to his car without saying a word. Song Wenbin also got into his Wuling Hongguang and started it.
Sutina still had some concerns, so she went back to the hotel first and asked the hotel owner about the best places to buy daily necessities in the surrounding area. The owner enthusiastically recommended several Chinese supermarkets in the surrounding area. After getting this information, Sutina felt relieved and left the Zhonghai Hotel.
Song Wenbin was waiting for Sutina at the intersection. After Sutina came over, she knocked on Song Wenbin's car window. After Song Wenbin pressed the window, Sutina took out the black radio in her hand and said, "The show has started. Let's pair this thing." .”
Song Wenbin had already had this intention. He took the radio in Song Wenbin's hand and paired it with Su Tina's. Su Tina stood next to Song Wenbin, looked at MG not far away and said, "Huo Yu doesn't seem very happy."
But Song Wenbin saw through Huo Yu at a glance and said with a rather gloating smile: "Who made her car so expensive? She must have spent the least amount of money along the way."
Su Tina suddenly realized it, and then hit Song Wenbin: "Why are you smiling so happily? We are a team now!"
"There is still competition in the team."
Song Wenbin handed the adjusted walkie-talkie to Su Tina and said lazily: "Sorry, I really want that 100,000 yuan."
Su Tina was speechless, rolled her eyes at Song Wenbin, and then went to find Huo Yulian's walkie-talkie. After the three connected their walkie-talkies, they drove to the Chinese supermarket the boss mentioned.
Song Wenbin tested his mobile phone while on the road and found that the navigation could be used normally here, but the place names displayed in the navigation were incomprehensible in English, and the input had to be in English. Song Wenbin could only give up the navigation and follow Sutina Behind Huo Yu.
Not long after, the three of them arrived at a nearby Chinese supermarket. The supermarket had everything. Song Wenbin bought himself some underwear, toothbrushes, shampoo and the like, a few packs of domestic instant noodles and snacks, and even some Two bottles of Lao Gan Ma sauce, this made Song Wenbin very convenient, thinking that he had to rely on Chinese people when he went out.
After buying daily necessities, the two girls went to buy clothes, but there were no clothes for sale in the supermarket, so Song Wenbin had to drive to the market Sutina mentioned earlier.
The market in Sutina's words is probably a long string of roadside stalls and a crowded street dedicated to selling clothes. Although the storefronts are not formal, the variety of clothes inside is dazzling. Each of their incredible styles is very popular here. Especially those hats with strange shapes, plate-shaped, cockscomb-shaped, dumpling-shaped, sock-shaped, umbrella-shaped, cone-shaped, spherical, and even square... colorful and gaudy, even the most beautiful ones. Excellent designers will be amazed by the imagination of people here.
After arriving here, Huo Yu forgot about the fact that he didn't have much money, and looked around excitedly with Sutina.
Song Wenbin didn't want to buy the traditional clothes here. Those clothes were too avant-garde for him, so he wandered around the market again.
But soon, he discovered that this place sold not only clothes, but also all kinds of strange things, including some dried birds, eagle talons, antelope skulls, and various wooden dolls. There are even rows and rows of dried monkey heads. It makes people shudder to watch.
But the locals were very interested in those monkey brains, and some women with children watched with interest in front of the stall.
Song Wenbin didn't know what the monkey head was for, so he got out of the car and asked a few questions, but soon gave up because he couldn't understand the language at all.
Then he continued to look for modern clothes, and finally Song Wenbin found a carpet with shirts and jeans hanging on them. But the director's voice came from the intercom: "Xiao Song, what's the matter with you? Just do as the Romans do and buy some traditional Nigerian clothes to wear."
Song Wenbin:......
As a last resort, Song Wenbin came to a traditional clothing stall. There were some white robes hanging here, which were probably traditional Christian clothing. Compared with those strange and fancy clothes, Song Wenbin felt that the white robes were acceptable, so he After getting off the car, he started trying on clothes. He tried on a white robe and a brown round hat. Song Wenbin was quite satisfied, so he asked about the price.
But the black man in the store spoke with a strong Aboriginal flavor and English. It took Song Wenbin a long time to figure out what he was talking about.
“One hundred thousand naira?”
Song Wenbin was shocked by his half-baked English.
"yeahyeah."
"Is this dress made of gold or silver?"
Song Wenbin cursed in Chinese that the program team only gave him a total of 1.13 million naira, but this Nico asked him for a hundred thousand naira and treated him like a pig.
Brother Hei didn't understand, so he repeated the price with clever eyes.
Song Wenbin immediately put down his clothes and left, but the man immediately stopped him and refused to let him go, mumbling words that he could not understand. Song Wenbin became impatient and talked to him in Chinese for a long time, saying that he did not understand what he was talking about. . Finally, the man stretched out five fingers and gestured with something.
“Fifty thousand naira?”
"yeahyeah."
"Yeah, your fucking head!"
Song Wenbin hated it when people thought he was a fool, so he immediately bumped into the shop owner, forced himself onto the Wuling Hongguang, and walked away.
Song Wenbin, who didn't want to be ripped off, drove his car around the market to see what prices normal Nigerians paid for clothes. Not long after, he saw a group of people gathered in front of a stall in the market, chattering. .
Song Wenbin was curious, so he parked the car nearby and went over to take a look. He laughed out loud. It turned out to be Huo Yu and Su Tina. They were also blocked in the shop by two African aunts. Apparently, the price charged by the aunt was too high. Huo Yu and Su Tina couldn't accept it, but they couldn't leave. Several aunts stopped them and kept bargaining with them.
He was unhappy about being slaughtered, but Song Wenbin was very happy to see Huo Yu being slaughtered. He took out a pack of melon seeds from a Chinese supermarket from the car and stood aside to crack them.
Unlike Song Wenbin, Su Tina and Huo Yu are quite fluent in English, and the two of them were as red-faced as the black aunt.
The black aunt was obviously very excited, and her voice was very loud. She patted her huge breasts as if threatening something, which made Huo Yu very unhappy. She looked around and saw a red brick on the roadside, and immediately Picked it up.
Song Wenbin thought Huo Yu was going to hit someone with a brick and stretched his neck, but Huo Yu just held the brick and stretched his arm towards the aunt's face. The red brick immediately broke into two halves and fell from Huo Yu's hand.
The black aunt on the side opened her eyes wide and was frightened.
The melon seeds fell, and the smile on Song Wenbin's face slowly disappeared.
Huo Yu, this thin-looking guy, turned out to be a practicing master.
The black people watching around also took a breath of air and backed away, trying to stay away from Huo Yu.
Sutina even covered her mouth and looked at the brick in Huo Yu's hand with bright eyes. She didn't know how she did it.
Huo Yu sneered and let go of her hand, letting the broken bricks fall from her hand with a crackle.
"Have a good bargaining," Huo Yu said in English.
"1,200 naira."
The aunt whispered.
Huo Yu was very satisfied and the deal was done.
When Song Wenbin saw that Huo Yu had bought clothes for twenty yuan, he couldn't sit still and squeezed into the store from outside. He pointed at a set of tablecloth-like clothes on the wall and said, "This, take it to me! "
A few minutes later, Song Wenbin came out wearing that fancy tablecloth, a black round hat, a long string of yellow necklaces of unknown material hanging around his neck, and inferior sunglasses. The camera crew asked him Very satisfied, I kept taking pictures around him. The two girls laughed from the sidelines.
Song Wenbin expressionlessly sat in Wuling Hongguang and explained to the camera: "It's just the master's mission."
I don’t know how long it took, but the night shooting was over. Song Wenbin was almost exhausted. He bought a set of clothes and stopped looking at them. However, the two women in the team almost looked at the market from beginning to end and tried it on. I bought clothes a hundred times, but in the end I only bought two sets of changes of clothes.
After returning to the Zhonghai Hotel late at night, Song Wenbin fell asleep, praying in his heart that he would not be too exhausted from tomorrow's shooting mission.
