The explosion caused by the simultaneous burning of more than a dozen barrels of gasoline even knocked Song Wenbin fifty meters away to the ground. Fortunately, he was driving along the side of the road. With two girls, he couldn't drive too fast. He just rolled a few times and landed on the grass beside the road.
The moment he got up from the ground, Song Wenbin's eyes widened and he stared blankly at the flames soaring into the sky in front of him. The flames flew up to a height of twenty meters and burned wildly on the ground. The heat wave that hit his face could almost Human skin burns.
But even the high temperature did not wake up Song Wenbin, and the huge shock made him lose consciousness.
Fortunately, the motorcycle team traveling together was already very experienced in this kind of thing. After they stopped the car, they rushed over and dragged Song Wenbin and the motorcycle who were lying on the ground away from the sea of fire.
After staying away from the sea of fire, Song Wenbin kept staring at the burning flames. There seemed to be some magic power in the flames, which almost sucked his soul away.
I don't know how long it took, but the flame finally stopped exploding like before. An old fire truck slowly came from the city on the side and sprayed dry powder on the flame, and the flame was extinguished.
After the billowing black smoke dissipated, the motorcycle had been burned down to its iron frame, and the black guy who was so high-spirited a second ago had already turned into black charcoal and was entangled with a pile of burnt plastic. Together, we can no longer tell each other apart.
Song Wenbin had been standing not far away, motionless with a group of black people watching. It wasn't until Sutina pushed his shoulders continuously that he came back from his daze.
"ah?"
He looked at Sutina.
Sutina looked pale and whispered: "Someone wants to talk to you."
"Who wants to talk to me?"
Su Tina got out of the way. It turned out to be an oil transporter in the same convoy with the black guy. He stood in front of Song Wenbin, with a calm expression on his face, gesticulating with his hands deftly, and mumbling something that Song Wenbin couldn't understand. if.
After he finished speaking, Su Tina translated for Song Wenbin: "He said that this guy died because he helped you transport oil, so he hopes you can compensate this guy and his family some money."
"What?"
Song Wenbin didn't even react.
The black guy raised his finger.
Sutina said: "One thousand dollars."
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Half an hour later, the motorcycle transporting oil arrived at the three vehicles that had broken down in the wild. The oil carriers not only delivered the oil, but also thoughtfully filled up the oil for Song Wenbin and tied up the spare oil tank. Leave.
Although Song Wenbin solved the fuel problem, his mood never improved. He didn't speak for the whole morning after that. No one in the convoy spoke, they just followed Sutina's car.
At noon, when the film crew started eating, Song Wenbin got out of the car alone, walked to the wilderness by the roadside, lit a cigarette and started smoking. After smoking three or four cigarettes in a row, he still felt a little blocked.
What happened in just a few days has already made Song Wenbin feel like he is in another world. What happened during the filming of the program exceeded his expectations. This is no longer on the same level as the outdoor live broadcasts he shot alone in the past, in terms of cost.
At this time, Sutina walked over from the side.
Song Wenbin didn't say a word when he saw her coming.
Sutina took out a roll of banknotes from her pocket, counted them, and then handed them to Song Wenbin, "Three hundred thousand naira, this is Huo Yu and I's share."
Song Wenbin took it and put it in his pocket.
Probably seeing that Song Wenbin was uncomfortable, Su Tina asked, "Are you okay?"
Song Wenbin looked at Sutina. She didn't seem to be greatly affected. Although she was also at the explosion site, she recovered faster than Song Wenbin. At this moment, she was able to comfort others.
Seeing that Song Wenbin was hesitant to speak, Sutina tilted her head and said, "Are you sad for that black guy? Don't think too much about it. You don't owe him anything."
Song Wenbin shook his head and couldn't help but sigh: "I'm not thinking about this, I... I just... I don't understand what I am doing now, why I have to come to Africa... What is the point of this kind of program? It makes sense..."
Sutina was stunned for a moment and said, "Aren't we promoting culture?"
"ah?"
Song Wenbin raised his head sluggishly, with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.
“Promote culture.”
Sutina said softly: "That's what they told us."
Song Wenbin waved his hands gloomily, blew out a puff of smoke and said, "You believe this too... We are just advertising cars and selling products... and by the way, we will put on a show to let the audience watch us suffer, okay?" Let them have lunch and eat more...that's it, nothing fancy."
"not like this."
Sutina said seriously: "Although it may be just a meal, if others can choose to use you to cook, they will definitely recognize you."
Song Wenbin didn't know what to say. He felt that Su Tina had never been beaten by society before she could say such ignorant and even childish words. However, after thinking that others had returned to normal, he was still smoking here, and he couldn't help but feel that he was Not as good as Sutina.
"I don't think about it anymore, how many kilometers are there?" he asked a little irritably.
"There are still two hundred kilometers to go."
"Let's go, I hope nothing happens again." Song Wenbin said.
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However, the African continent has no intention of letting Song Wenbin get his wish. It neither wants to let go of Song Wenbin, nor does it want to let go of Song Wenbin's car. In the afternoon, no surprise came.
After months of drought, a light rain suddenly fell from the sky. Although it was just a light rain, it immediately turned the roads in Africa into a terrible quagmire.
Soon, the three of them stopped the car in unison.
The road that appeared in front of them silenced all three of them.
The road ahead was crisscrossed with ravines and bumps, and a Mercedes-Benz truck from the 1950s loaded with cargo was trudging along the road.
The road that was run over by the big truck was as ferocious as the muscles on Ronnie Coleman's body during his peak period.
The successive difficulties drove Huo Yu to the point of going crazy. She picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Why can't these people repair the road? Is this driven by humans?"
Su Tina didn't speak, and neither did Song Wenbin. No one knew why they didn't repair. The answer might be complicated, but they had to drive over now.
"Let's go." Sutina volunteered and drove the H6 forward slowly: "As long as we don't fall into the ditch."
Having said that, when they drove into the unprecedented bad road, the thick red mud instantly covered the tires of the three vehicles, causing the tires to keep slipping, and the bumpy potholes that were already very bumpy started to slip when they encountered water. , the difficulty of climbing begins to increase geometrically.
Especially Huo Yu's low-floor MG. Even the engine started to smoke when it passed some muddy hills. The crazy-rotating wheels kept spraying mud towards Wuling Hongguang behind, turning Song Wenbin's windows into a yellow mess. .
Song Wenbin didn't scold him, so he could only stay away from her as much as possible.
However, his vision was blurred and his feet were unsteady. Song Wenbin only felt the vehicle tilt, and then he yelled: "Do it!"
Before he ran thirty meters, his Wuling Hongguang was tilted at 45 degrees in the pit.
The two girls in front heard the curse and quickly got out of the car.
Song Wenbin climbed out of the door with difficulty and stood on the tilted car, feeling powerless in his heart.
What exactly are you doing?
But at this moment, like a shark that smelled blood, four or five black brothers suddenly emerged from the surrounding woods. They pointed at Wuling Hongguang and said something to Song Wenbin.
Sutina said happily: "These guys let you sit in the car, and they will help you push it."
Song Wenbin gave him a cold look. He didn't feel happy at all. He just sat in the car silently and took out some Naira notes from his pocket. Sure enough, after everyone worked together to push the car out, the black brothers were standing by the car window, chattering.
Song Wenbin didn't wait for Su Tina to translate, then angrily stuffed the banknotes in his hand.
After getting out of trouble, the three of them continued. However, facing the road after the rain in Africa, one escape is just the beginning of the next one.
Not long after, Huo Yu and Su Tina also fell into the ditch.
This time, even the black people who came to help couldn't push the car out smoothly. Song Wenbin had no choice but to ask the black man to borrow a shovel and shovel the clay around Sutina's wheel. This shoveling took a full hour and a half to get out of trouble.
Faced with Song Wenbin's predicament, the program team still implemented their true principles and had no intention of helping. In fact, on such a road, even the Hilux and Land Rover of the program group could not escape the fate of collapse. Once they fall into a ditch, hours of rescue work awaits them.
Even the reclusive director, who was pampered and reclusive, did not hesitate to take out a shovel on such a disastrous road in Africa, and together with a group of photographers, he shoveled dirt under the sunken wheels and kept rescuing the car.
Some were worried and some were happy. There were already experienced black people waiting in the woods and fields nearby. Every time a car in Song Wenbin's motorcade got stuck in a ditch, a black man would come out to push the car. Of course, there is a charge every time, ranging from a few hundred to a thousand naira.
But even if he was pushed away briefly, his car would collapse again after traveling a certain distance. So cycle, so over and over again, again and again.
The patience of the three people was being exhausted all the time in this war of attrition. Song Wenbin had lived in China for twenty-five years and never thought that there was such a backward infrastructure in the world.
In a whole day, they actually only advanced less than 30 kilometers. The first 25 kilometers of those 30 kilometers were driven without rain. In fact, in the six hours since the road became muddy, they had only advanced five kilometers. Less than kilometers.
However, the black people around him seemed to take it for granted. They even comforted Song Wenbin and told him that this was a common thing and that the road in Africa was like this.
Those people didn't lie. Along the way, there were trucks, vans, pickups, motorcycles, and cars stuck on the ground everywhere. There was almost no car that didn't get stuck in the road.
From anger at the beginning, to impatience, to cursing, to helplessly asking passers-by to borrow planks, lay tires, and shovel dirt, after experiencing countless collapses and curses, Song Wenbin found that he had forgotten what happened in the morning. One thing, I started shoveling mud on the ground honestly.
Huo Yu and Su Tina, who were traveling with him, had long since lost their image of beauties. They were covered in mud and rainwater and were fighting under the wheels. Su Tina actually found time to splash mineral water on Huo Yu and his faces, laughing so hard that they couldn't stop laughing. . This made Song Wenbin simply unable to understand how her heart grew.
It's a pity that people can stand cars but not cars.
After leaving the desperate Ronnie Coleman Road, Song Wenbin's Wuling Hongguang was overwhelmed. The abnormal noises in the car became more and more serious. It even vibrated abnormally when driving on flat ground, and the driving of the vehicle became more and more difficult. difficulty.
As a last resort, he left the car and lay down on the muddy road to check. He found that the vehicle's drive shaft had failed and was dripping oil.
There was no way to complete the repair of the drive shaft here. In order to reduce the damage caused by the abnormality to the vehicle, Song Wenbin could only reluctantly drive the car forward at an extremely slow speed, hoping to find the vehicle before it was completely scrapped. Sites available for their repairs.
Not long after driving, he saw Sutina's Harvard and Huo Yu's MG parked on the side of the road, motionless. Song Wenbin asked on the intercom: "What happened?"
"The gearbox is broken and there is no response when changing gears."
Sutina said helplessly on the radio.
Song Wenbin knew that the H6 had been overhauled and had problems with the gearbox, so he got out of the car and gave her a look. After inspection, it was found that water had entered the gearbox. The waterproof performance of this old Harvard was not ideal, and the rubber rings and other items were aging. Maybe the previous owner had used this car off-road, causing the vehicle to become soaked in water.
Song Wenbin brought a wrench and helped her disassemble the gearbox. The three of them did some cleaning next to the H6 and then reinstalled it back. The vehicle became somewhat normal.
But the good times didn't last long. Not long after the three of them drove forward, Huo Yu's MG also had a problem. It stalled frequently, almost every kilometer.
Song Wenbin had no choice but to get out of the car and help check, and found that there was a problem with the gasoline pump. It might be a short circuit and not working properly.
Faced with this problem, Song Wenbin was helpless and could only continue to drive forward slowly.
After driving all the way until around 7 o'clock in the evening, Song Wenbin finally drove his Wuling Hongguang, which had a speed of only 5 kilometers per hour, to the nearest town.
After looking at a repair shop, I found that several screws on the drive shaft had been shaken off. If it had been shaken further forward, the entire car would have fallen apart. Not only that, after nearly a thousand kilometers of crazy testing, the four tires of the vehicle have reached their limits, and even the surface textures have been worn away.
When asked about the price of tires again, Song Wenbin was even more shocked. Life here is backward and the price of tires is high. One tire costs more than 700 yuan. But in China, Song Wenbin thought it could be done for 350 yuan.
Song Wenbin was bargaining with the black shopkeeper in the store. After a while, Su Tina also came over. She asked the black shopkeeper to rent a rope and went out. About half an hour later, she drove the H6 and destroyed Huo Yu's oil pump. The MG was dragged back.
The black man in the repair shop looked at so many cars and laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. He opened the hood of Huo Yu MG and flipped around in it, then straightened up and started talking to Huo Yu with a smile.
After the exchange, Huo Yu's face turned ugly.
She walked up to Sutina and patted her shoulder. Sutina understood and walked to the door of the repair shop with Huo Yu. Huo Yu looked at the dark sky and whispered: "I have no money."
Sutina was stunned, but then she understood.
Among the three cars, Huo Yu's car was the most expensive, which also resulted in her budget being the lowest among the three. She only had three thousand yuan from start to finish.
"How much will it cost to repair?"
Sutina asked softly.
"300."
"RMB?"
"Yes."
"You don't have 300 yuan anymore?"
After a moment of silence, Huo Yu said bluntly: "No."
Sutina was silent. She turned to look at Song Wenbin who was busy under the Wuling Hongguang chassis in the repair shop and said, "We need to talk."
