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A dozen strong local Indonesian men stood together, laughing and watching as their own family members tore the clothes of these foreign photographers. At this time, dynamic music came from the chicken field behind them.
The sound of music was familiar to them.
It was so familiar that they turned their heads.
Accompanied by the sound of music, a man wearing a plaid shirt and a strange scarf on his head walked out of the chicken coop. He was holding a wildly twisting rooster in his hand, and he was dancing at his feet in an extremely embarrassing and awkward way. The dance steps are like having a convulsion.
Looking at the guy who walked out inexplicably, the expressions on the faces of a dozen Indonesians gradually disappeared and became confused and incomprehensible.
Why is anyone dancing?
Why play this music?
Why put the chicken on top of your head?
Is this some weird cult ritual going on?
.....
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...
The screams stopped, and the horror on the director's face disappeared. It is said that when people see something they cannot understand, they will instinctively fall into sluggishness and silence.
He looked expressionlessly at the guy who put the chicken on his head and twisted his butt. Indeed, although this guy put on makeup and blackened his face, he still knew this colleague even if he turned into ashes.
As a mature and professional director, Pauli can understand the behavior of these Indonesians taking off their pants for filming. After all, this is a country that loves to take pictures both openly and secretly. He could also understand that his colleague might have good intentions and wanted to save him, but he felt that he could not understand the mental state of his young colleague.
The other members of the film crew are no better than the director. They are similar in age to Song Wenbin. They can understand why the host of his own show wants to dance, and they have also heard this divine song that is famous all over the country. But, on this occasion... the director had his pants taken off and tied to a pillar, and Song Wenbin was still singing and dancing. Is it really okay?
Among the crowd, only Wei Ning, who had narrowly escaped death, curled up on the ground with his pants and cried: "Tired..."
Yan is swaying and dancing to the music.
...
Who opened this rubbish restaurant?
I want to sleep with garbage
di kalangan anak muda maupun tua
I want Gaia and gourd
Not as good as the gift you gave me
...
The music became more and more dynamic, and Song Wenbin became more and more energetic and even hummed. Those Indonesians were like Ronan when they saw Star-Lord dancing, with a hint of sympathy and disgust on their faces for the mentally retarded.
Because the scene was too abstract, even the goats eating grass nearby were stunned. They looked at the human man twisting his body with the rooster on his head, and the grass gradually fell from his mouth.
Even a ram that was lying on the back of the ewe and twitching his body stopped and stared blankly at that rare sight in the short life of a sheep.
...
My man couldn't stop him and insisted on adding three pieces of fermented bean curd
Ah three pieces of fermented bean curd
Three pieces of fermented bean curd
Three pieces of fermented bean curd
Three pieces of fermented bean curd
.....
"tmd....Where does this mental illness come from..."
An unbearable Indonesian finally reacted to the mental attack. He strode towards Song Wenbin and cursed: "Hey! Put down my chicken!!"
Song Wenbin didn't understand what he said, so he took three steps back and distanced himself. Continue kicking and twisting the neck.
...
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“My chicken!!”
The Indonesian reached out and snatched it from Song Wenbin's forehead.
"Is there a broadband connection?"
Song Wenbin held his arm and asked.
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Ding!
Accompanied by that magical tinkling sound.
A thick mop stick danced like lightning in the night.
winter.
winter.
winter.
The three Indonesians who were standing outside watching the dance fell to the ground and fell unconscious before they could even react.
A black shadow flashed continuously in the night, and every time it flashed, an Indonesian fell. At this time, they finally reacted to the magical local music and turned around with a loud shout. Just as he turned around, two more people fell down.
"Director Huo!!"
Seals employees cried with joy when they saw that figure.
He shouted as if he had seen the real savior.
The shouts and the unconscious companion made the Indonesian who was fighting for the chicken with Song Wenbin furious. He shouted: "Carry out a sneak attack!!"
Because of the language barrier, Song Wenbin didn't know what he was shouting. He shoved the co-starring rooster in his face and said, "Why are you so serious? I'm just teasing you."
That man was also a brave guy. He tore the chicken apart, reached out and grabbed Song Wenbin's face, and raised his knees, trying to slap him on the face. Song Wenbin was startled and quickly took a step back to avoid the opponent's knee.
As soon as he dodged his knees, another Indonesian rushed towards him. He shouted: "He is not from our village, he is a migrant, and he is with the Chinese!"
As he spoke, he punched Song Wenbin in the head.
Feeling the roar of the fist wind, Song Wenbin's head shrank and flashed.
The man punched the concrete pillar of the chicken farm and screamed in pain.
Looking sideways at the man who hammered his hand against the wall, Song Wenbin was surprised. Just like a person who is proficient in music listening to a novice who is learning to sing, these Indonesian actions seemed to him nothing. The rules were messy and messy, completely inferior to Huo Yu's professionalism and crispness when he beat himself up like crazy in the past two months.
Good guy, has your fighting ability improved?
Song Wenbin thought.
Amid the screams, the Indonesian holding the chicken threw it away and kicked it again.
Song Wenbin jumped a step to the left and dodged the kick without any effort.
"Hey, I'm so angry. Can't you just talk to me if you have something to say?"
He persuaded while hiding.
Obviously these Indonesians did not intend to talk to him properly. When they saw Song Wenbin hiding several times, they couldn't help but feel irritated. One of them picked up the stick used to stir the feed in the feed tunnel and hit Song Wenbin.
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Song Wenbin turned his head, grabbed the stick with his hands, and then hit the opponent on the bridge of the nose with his backhand.
Indonesia's nose suddenly started to bleed after the stick was taken away from him. He wailed, covered his nose and stumbled back.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't do it lightly or harshly."
When Song Wenbin saw that he had caused someone else's nose to bleed, he quickly threw the stick away and went to comfort him.
However, this action undoubtedly angered the other party even more. They sadly and desperately picked up the feed bucket on the ground and threw it at Song Wenbin's head. However, before they could smash the bucket over, a stick flew over from behind and hit the man on the back of the head accurately. The man rolled his eyes and rolled over while holding the back of his head. The chicken feed was scattered all over him. .
The other Indonesian was too frightened to move. He stared at his companion who fell to the ground and twitched with wide eyes. Then he looked back and saw a dark-faced girl standing beside him. The girl looked down at him. There were three parts contempt, three parts carelessness and three parts regret in his eyes.
...
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The music on Song Wenbin's mobile phone had not been turned off. During the dynamic singing, Huo Yu stretched out his hand and pressed the head of the Indonesian man's head. The man did not dare to move.
"Don't...."
Song Wenbin didn't say goodbye yet.
The Indonesian was pulled by his hair and bumped into Huo Yu's raised knee. The crackling sound from the impact made Song Wenbin's heart twitch.
He still remembered Qin Moqing telling him that Huo Yu was a judo player when he was in the national team. Although Song Wenbin didn't know much about judo, this move was obviously not gentle at all. The counterattack was like a move in Muay Thai, very cruel.
After taking care of the last Indonesian, Huo Yu clapped his hands and said easily: "What am I talking about? As long as we take them all down, we will be out of danger."
Song Wenbin looked past her and back, and sure enough, the dozen or so Indonesians who had tied the director here fell to the ground, and no one was standing. Although half of them were attacked by surprise because their minds were taken away by his dance, Song Wenbin couldn't understand even if he knocked down seven or eight people head-on. He looked at Huo Yu, who looked relaxed, with concern. Is this person's genes really from Earth?
"Hahahahahaha~"
Looking at the Indonesians being put down around him, Baoli, who was tied to the pillar, laughed and said, "Quick, Weining, go check the camera and see if the wonderful scene just now was captured."
As soon as he finished speaking, the stick that beat up a dozen Indonesians flew past the director's ear. Huo Yu turned his back to him and scolded him in disgust: "Old pervert, can you put your pants on first?"
Paulie didn't feel dissatisfied. After being untied, he laughed loudly and rushed to the camera with his pants in hand. He held the camera like a baby and inspected it.
"It's so good, so good!"
After checking the camera, Paulie looked at Song Wenbin with admiration and said with admiration: "Comrades, we did a good job this time. The program is very effective! It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise."
"I'm going to worry about the effects of your show."
Song Wenbin looked at the director with disgust and said, if he hadn't put on his pants properly, he would have almost thought these people were extras invited by Pauly.
"What on earth did you do? Why did these people tie you here!?" He asked Paulie with dissatisfaction.
He didn't believe that these Indonesians would kidnap the director for no reason. If it wasn't for some purpose, then the director must have done something excessive.
"What else can I do?" The director was surprised: "I didn't even shoot much this time. I was buying meat when suddenly a group of people rushed out and grabbed our camera."
"Yes, Yan, it's really not the director's fault this time. We did a good job of purchasing and didn't do anything." Wei Ning defended in a low voice beside the director.
"Huh?" Song Wenbin frowned.
