Soon, the African artists who got a Chinese personalized car left happily. And Sutina was also holding a large pile of Naira, smiling so hard that she couldn't close her mouth.
Only Song Wenbin and Huo Yu looked livid, even uglier than the faces of the several second-hand car dealers who had been robbed.
Seeing Su Tina walking up to them with a smile on her face, Song Wenbin squeezed out from between his teeth: "How much did you sell it for?"
"I said three and a half million naira! I originally wanted to quote more so that I could bargain with them, but they actually agreed immediately without any counter-offer!" Sutina said in surprise: "It's incredible, this price That’s more than 57,000 yuan converted into RMB, which is more than 10,000 yuan higher than the price I paid for the car!”
Song Wenbin's head was buzzing and he didn't want to speak.
"Hahahahahahaha~"
Sutina hugged the livid-faced Huo Yu like a good sister, rubbed her face and said, "Thank you so much. This is the first time in my life that I have made so much money."
Huo Yu forced out a smile: "Yeah, that's really great."
"Hahahahaha~" Sutina burst out laughing, "It's all your fault, it has nothing to do with me~"
Song Wenbin and Huo Yu looked at each other and said two words in unison: "Bichi."
Responding to their silvery laughter.
At this moment, the mobile phone in Sutina's pocket rang.
She took out her phone and looked at it, "Hey, it's the director calling. He probably wants us to go back after filming is over!"
Huo Yu looked at the filming car parked not far away, but he snatched Sutina's phone out of hand and hung up directly.
"When we were kidnapped, he didn't even make a phone call to inquire. Now that we're done filming, he's making false phone calls." She said angrily to Sutina: "Hey, little white hair, since we helped you make so much money, Aren’t you going to tell us what you mean!?”
"What do you mean, sister?" Sutina smiled and said, "Everyone can be satisfied."
Huo Yu rolled his eyes and said politely: "I heard that there seems to be a very good Victoria Island here. You have to treat us to take us to spend some time."
"Isn't that the place name of Hong Kong?" Song Wenbin asked.
"Hong Kong is Victoria Harbor and this is Victoria Island. However, both here and Hong Kong were British colonies before, so there is Victoria everywhere. In fact, only places that were colonized by the British have some traces of Victoria." Huo Yu said.
Song Wenbin suddenly realized: "How about going to see it? Take me to experience the romance of old-style capitalism."
Sutina glanced at the director who came out of the filming car and stuck out her tongue: "Then let's go."
After saying that, the three of them suddenly ran away in unison, leaving behind the photographer who was trying to catch up in the distance.
They quickly boarded a Lagos taxi. Sutina generously gave the driver a big ticket, and the driver took them straight to their destination.
When a group of people crossed a cross-sea bridge, the first thing they saw was not the dreamy Victoria Island, but the rivers and lagoons entering the sea. Above the lagoon, there are shacks and dilapidated wooden houses stretching for several kilometers, which is a spectacular sight. These shacks and dilapidated houses sit directly on the river, which below is stained a dark gray like crude oil by garbage and feces.
The three people were shocked and asked the driver where that place was.
The driver said it was Makoko, the largest slum in West Africa.
Shortly after crossing Makoko on the sea-crossing bridge, they arrived at Victoria Island. However, the scenery after landing on the island was not as dreamy as Song Wenbin imagined. It seems that everything here is very old. There are no bright high-rise buildings or beautiful resorts. There are only low-rise houses and deserted shops, as well as the waves constantly hitting the dusty beach. Brown algae left on top.
Compared with here, the scenery of many seaside beaches that Song Wenbin has visited in China is better.
But even so, there are still many people riding bicycles on the beach, or playing with some rusty old tourist facilities. Most of them are white, and only a few are black.
“There doesn’t seem to be much high consumption here.”
Song Wenbin looked around and asked curiously: "Is Huo Yuqian so kind?"
"Yes, yes, you can eat whatever you want as early as possible. You can't do it after today. I'm very stingy." Sutina said.
Huo Yu probably didn't expect this place to be so incompetent. After scolding the British a few times, she walked into a shop by the beach and picked out the most expensive bottle of sparkling wine, which only cost three hundred and fifty. ten bucks.
Although it was much different than expected, it was still better than nothing. The three of them took the wine and rented some beach chairs on the beach, sat on them and drank.
While drinking, several white women walked past Song Wenbin. Perhaps Song Wenbin's Asian face was a novelty for them, so they giggled and greeted him.
Song Wenbin had a perfunctory chat with them.
Huo Yu was very excited and said, "Don't you know how to use WeChat? Go and cheer up our live performance."
"You can pull it off." Song Wenbin said lazily: "I don't want to eat live broadcast anymore."
"No, misogynist anchors can't lose their motivation. You won't be able to explain this to your fans after you unblock it." Huo Yu mocked him from the side.
Song Wenbin was a little annoyed with her, so he pretended to dig into his pocket and took out the air phone. Said to Sutina: "Beauty, please add her WeChat account."
Sutina couldn't help laughing, "Okay, brother."
She took out her phone and scanned Song Wenbin's air phone.
Song Wenbin put the air back in his pocket and said, "Go back and agree."
"Don't forget it." Sutina said with a smile.
Huo Yu rolled his eyes at the two men and lay bored on the beach chair, looking at the Atlantic Ocean and the scattered shadows of ships in the distance.
Although the three finally lay on the beach as the sun set, drinking sweet sparkling wine, they did not feel too happy. The group of white people playing volleyball and riding bicycles around them seemed to be watching them all the way. The sight coming over was out of place.
"Do you have a strange feeling?" Song Wenbin said suddenly.
Sutina: "What does it feel like?"
“When I was a kid, I thought white women looked pretty when I saw them on TV.”
Song Wenbin said: "Looking at them now, they have become very ordinary, even a little... not used to it..."
"Eh?" Sutina was surprised.
Huo Yu sneered: "I thought you had been misogynistic since you were a child, but I didn't expect you to think white women are beautiful."
Song Wenbin smiled: "It's just that, it doesn't mean anything else."
"When you were a child, you were from a wealthy family." Sutina muttered in a low voice.
Song Wenbin was stunned when he heard this, and then burst into laughter. The two women looked at him with strange eyes, wondering why he was laughing. But Song Wenbin didn't explain. He just raised his wine glass and said, "Well said, top class."
Huo Yu rolled his eyes and reluctantly touched him.
"Superior!" Sutina said happily and touched it.
After the three of them drank the glass of sparkling wine, they remained silent and watched the waves of the Atlantic Ocean crashing on the beach. Song Wenbin felt that if he were more educated, he might be able to recite poems, if... there was no white trash on the beach.
After sitting on the beach chair for a while, Huo Yu suddenly asked Song Wenbin: "Do you think this is interesting?"
"Where, do you mean here or Nigeria?" Song Wenbin asked.
Huo Yu: "That's it."
Song Wenbin shrugged, noncommittal.
"I think it's very interesting!" Sutina said happily.
"Everywhere you find interesting, that's why I won't ask you!"
Huo Yu straightened up impatiently and said, "Okay, I admit that this place is boring. It's boring to death. Let's go back to China."
"Oh fine..."
Sutina said gloomily: "I'll call the director right now."
Song Wenbin stood up, stretched and said, "Does he still need you to beat him? He's already here."
When everyone turned around, they indeed saw the two Hilux and Land Rover Defender on the beach road in the distance. It's already this time, but those photographers are still taking pictures with their cameras.
Sutina smiled helplessly, "It seems like there is no way to escape."
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...
Back at the Land Rover Defender, the director did not blame them for running around suddenly, but just took away the Naira from their hands. I called a car for them and took them to the airport in Lagos.
After the three people passed the airport security check, they found that the plane was already ready, and it was the same Boeing 747-8F they came from.
After boarding the plane, the three of them ate some decent food, chatted with the photographer of the program team, and looked at the videos they took together. By the way, I will give some amateur editing advice. The atmosphere on the plane is very relaxed and happy.
At around nine o'clock in the evening, the program crew loaded the vehicles and luggage onto the plane, the plane began to take off, and the group embarked on the journey back home from Lagos.
Song Wenbin originally thought that the program team would transfer the reward of 100,000 yuan to Su Tina's account, but he did not expect that after the plane took off, the director came directly to them with a bag and a microphone.
"This is your bonus, but only Su Tina can get it. Song Wenbin, you earned 700, which is too little. Huo Yu, you even lost more than 10,000, more than 10,000 in five days. I don't know how you lost. of."
The director said with the microphone, taking out the stacks of red Mao Zedong from the bag.
Song Wenbin looked at the cash, drooling, but turned his head helplessly.
Huo Yu sneered: "Don't come here. The things I've photographed for you are enough to earn you hundreds of W's. You're still burying me. I don't ask for a salary increase. I'm already giving you face. Hurry up and give me your phone. I want it." 14pro.”
"The company will definitely compensate you for the losses when you return to your country. No matter how much you want, I just want to interview you. Did you have any special feelings during this trip?"
He handed the microphone to Huo Yu's mouth.
"What, do you still want me to write my review?" Huo Yu said impatiently, "Let's go, if you don't have money, don't bother me."
"It's for the audience to see." The director said kindly: "After filming, this episode will be completed."
Seeing Weining carrying another camera, Huo Yu had no choice but to say seriously: "I don't have any special feelings. One word, poor, two words, chaos, three words, lazy. No more."
The director handed the microphone to Song Wenbin again, "What about you?"
"Don't come to Africa if you have nothing to do." Song Wenbin told the camera.
"Hahahaha~" Huo Yu laughed out loud, and then said: "Cut this section and don't broadcast it."
The director handed the microphone to Sutina again. Sutina was obviously holding back what she wanted to say. She immediately retorted: "That's not the case. Poverty, chaos, and laziness are not the real factors behind backwardness. Although African countries have been independent for so many years, the history of The impact is still there, and development will take time, besides those multinational companies..."
She began to seriously analyze the backward factors from various aspects such as historical reasons, war reasons, religious reasons, and geographical reasons, and even gave a reform plan.
But these nonsense only made Song Wenbin drowsy, and he started snoring after a while.
After an unknown amount of time, he was shaken awake again.
However, it was Huo Yu who woke him up this time.
Song Wenbin stared vaguely at the dark night outside the window, and asked in a low voice: "Have the college students finished their speeches?"
"The college students are going to pay you a salary." Huo Yu said.
Song Wenbin frowned, resisting the soreness and opened his eyes, and found three piles of Grandpa Mao in front of him.
"What are you doing?" Song Wenbin frowned and looked at Su Tina beside him.
"We are a team." Sutina said softly, "I can't get the reward alone."
"Pfft." Song Wenbin couldn't help laughing and pushed the money back.
"What are you doing?" Sutina was unhappy, "Why are you all like this?"
"Don't let the reward lose its meaning." Song Wenbin said lightly: "If I got it, I wouldn't give it to you."
"That's not okay, we are a team." Sutina said stubbornly.
"Well, I don't want it." Song Wenbin also said firmly.
Su Tina looked at Huo Yu for help.
Huo Yu spread his hands and expressed that he was helpless.
Sutina felt a little aggrieved, so she had no choice but to put Grandpa Mao back on her desk and asked in a low voice: "Then...will you still shoot with us for the next show?"
Song Wenbin thought for a while, then reached out and picked up a piece from the pile of Mao Zedong, and said, "I will definitely beat you next time."
(To be continued…)
