"No, no!"
On the street, Song Wenbin quickly stopped Wei Ning. He was still receiving Seal's salary. If he wanted to incite fans to post on the producer's Weibo, wouldn't he be out of his mind and hit the wall?
He pressed Weining's cell phone and whispered: "We are performing national tasks now. Don't ruin the plan because of things like this. A little impatience will mess up the plan, you know?"
Wei Ning looked at Song Wenbin and hesitated to speak.
After a pause, Song Wenbin said calmly, "It's really for my own good. Just let me finish this task. I'll unblock it first so that I can resume live broadcasting. Okay, please bear with me for a while."
Wei Ning didn't really plan to take anyone to post on Jiang Lu's Weibo right away. He was just extremely unhappy when Song Wenbin and Sutina Huo Yu were treated differently, and he couldn't bear it and wanted to vent.
"All right."
Weining said with difficulty: "But I have remembered this."
Song Wenbin looked helpless when he looked at Wei Ning. To say that these fans are cute is really cute, and when they are scary, they are really scary. In the Internet age, wars are carried out silently on invisible battlefields in an atomized state, and each side wants to mentally destroy and attack the object of their hatred. In reality, this kind of blow is the banning of accounts and the destruction of reputations, just like those celebrities whose houses have collapsed and anchors whose accounts have been banned.
Song Wenbin clearly knows that as a misogynist anchor, there are many people who hate his existence. He had finally recovered from the blow of his last account ban, and naturally he didn't want anything to happen again at this time.
"Huh?" Song Wenbin stretched his hand forward.
Wei Ning reluctantly returned the broom to him.
However, at this moment, there was suddenly a lively sound of gongs and drums on the street, and a group of people walked over from a distance. This group of people held purple rainbow flags, blew trumpets, shouted slogans, and were shirtless, showing off their power. They walked through the streets in groups, handing out leaflets to passers-by as they walked. Some passers-by accepted their flyers, while others sneered at them and avoided them for fear.
Of course, these are not what Song Wenbin really cares about. What he cares about is the clothes those people wear. Good guy, he has never seen anyone dressed like this. I saw the men in the parade wearing thongs and high heels. Or they were wearing tight black leather pants with nails, and there were several women in the team. They even didn't wear shirts at all. They had colorful hair and excitedly waved their fists among a group of men, looking happy and excited.
Such a scene made Song Wenbin breathtaking. Even Wei Ning, who was angry at the side, was stunned. As a photographer, he instinctively took out his mobile phone and started shooting.
The marchers came to Weining holding flags. They saw Weining filming, and they didn't even try to avoid suspicion. Two people even stood in front of Weining's camera, with disheveled hair and spittle flying around. Kang said something passionately. .
However, Song Wenbin did not understand either Dutch or English and had no idea what they were talking about. After those people finished speaking, they also sent a leaflet to Song Wenbin and Wei Ning.
Song Wenbin looked at the flyer in his hand and was stunned. The purple flyer depicts two white muscular men. The muscular men are hugging each other, looking at Song Wenbin and smiling, giving a thumbs up, with white teeth.
Afterwards, the group of people continued to hold flags, beat gongs and drums, shout slogans, and left in a lively manner. They were so unhappy.
Looking at the passing game team, Song Wenbin asked Wei Ning.
"What are they talking about?"
"I...I don't understand..."
Wei Ning smiled bitterly and said, "However, this flyer says they are proud boys."
"Proud boy."
Song Wenbin repeated.
"Yes...probably a...parade organized by the same-sex organization..."
Weining said with shame.
Song Wenbin said "Oh~" with a look of sudden realization. To be honest, he quite admired these young people handing out flyers, which reminded him of the happy times he had playing with Park Yeon-tong in Seoul.
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"I'm a good boy..."
He watched these strangely dressed guys walking by on the street with great interest, and sighed with half envy and half confusion: "Don't people in capitalist countries have to work?"
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...
In the library, Sutina, holding a book number, walked slowly by the bookshelf and looked at the catalog on the bookshelf. Some of these texts are in Dutch, some in English, and some in German.
Even for her, these vast books are quite obscure, and she has to take out her mobile phone to translate them from time to time. Compared with her, Huo Yu seemed very relaxed. She took pictures with her mobile phone and left some materials for the program team.
After searching for a long time, Sutina's eyes lit up. She finally found the corresponding book number in the bookcase in the history and geography column. She couldn't wait to sit on the long table in the library with the thick book and began to turn the pages.
Huo Yu had nothing to do while she was turning the pages. In order not to ruin the quiet study atmosphere in the library, he took a book, pretended to sit next to her, and started flipping through it.
However, as she turned over the pages, Sutina's brows furrowed and she murmured: "How...how could this happen...?"
"What's wrong?" Huo Yu asked softly.
"There is no difference between these contents and the contents retrieved by the domestic team."
Sutina turned the pages of the book and said: "Look at the name of this book, "Famous Dutch Merchant Ships in the Eighteenth Century". This book records in detail the famous ships in Dutch history. Although it also mentions It also includes DeWitt's research on the Van Balen, but it does not include DeWitt's inferences about the sinking location of the Van Balen, and only briefly mentions it."
After a pause, Sutina whispered angrily: "And this book was republished in 2017, just a few years ago. It is not the original research work of DeWitt at all."
"Shh..."
Huo Yu covered Su Tina's mouth, looked around, and whispered: "Look again, there are so many books here, you can always find the corresponding book."
After hearing Huo Yu's words, Sutina had no choice but to continue searching around. However, as the books piled higher and higher around them, the expression on Sutina's face became more and more disappointed. There are more and more books, but the information you really want is getting less and less. In those thick books, some just mention the Van Balen, and some have no records at all about the ship. .
After reading for three or four hours in a row, until it was dark outside, Huo Yu reminded Sutina: "Come back tomorrow. The library will be closed if it gets later. If we don't take a break, the producer will have to take a break."
Indeed, they flew all the way from Jakarta, went through various procedures and looked up information everywhere. Huo Yu didn't even read much but felt that he was a little overwhelmed.
Sutina stood up silently, picked up the history of Dutch merchant shipping with the original book number, and came to the front desk of the library.
The library manager at the front desk was packing things and getting ready to get off work. Sutina put the book on the front desk and asked: "Excuse me, what is the appendix of this book about Dr. Pierre Devitt's paper on the Van Balen?" Isn’t it just this small part?”
The librarian glanced sideways at the title of the book in Sutina's hand, and then started typing on the computer. After typing for a while, he said, "Yes, only this part?"
Sutina asked cautiously, "Isn't there a complete thesis?"
The administrator shook his head and said: "I'm really sorry. The original copy of this file was indeed kept here, but it was damaged in 1994, and we later transferred it to the archives room. Repaired."
Sutina's tired eyes flashed with hope: "Then, can we borrow it?"
The front desk staff continued to shake his head and said: "The information in the archives room is not open to the public. Of course, if you really want to borrow it, you can go to the director of the archives room and ask about the situation. This matter is not open to the public. It is managed by our library.”
Huo Yu and Su Tina looked at each other, and each could see the deep disappointment in the other's eyes.
As in the Java Sea, clues are equally elusive in Amsterdam. After the dreamy sheen fades, the treasure hunt becomes more difficult than they imagined.
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...
At this moment, Song Wenbin didn't know that his two colleagues had suffered a tragedy. He scanned the street until dark and didn't see the two colleagues coming out.
After a tiring day, he didn't want to wait any longer, so he simply asked the director to call producer Jiang Lu.
After Jiang Lu gave the address to the director, Song Wenbin took the address and went straight to the rest room. Wei Ning was worried that Jiang Lu wouldn't want to see Song Wenbin after he went back alone, so he went back with him.
On the way, Song Wenbin could see the open shops by the river. During the day, Song Wenbin joked about going to see the red light district, but when night fell, Song Wenbin found that the city had a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
Those orange shop windows and candy houses are reflected on the stone streets, which look very reassuring. Pedestrians on the road pass by on bicycles, looking like a fairy tale town in Van Gogh's oil painting.
Weining kept taking pictures with his mobile phone, and while taking pictures, he said: "Yan, don't tell me, the feeling here is really different from that in China.
"There are few people."
Song Wenbin said with some sourness.
Although I hate to admit it, this kind of street is indeed much better than the streets in my hometown where big-character posters are written and people want to shove the loudspeakers of clearance sales into people's faces.
However, the fairy tale world did not last long. Soon, the two entered a small alley. There are more people on the street. There are young men and women everywhere, and the lights in the windows have changed from warm yellow to romantic pink. Of course, the products have also changed. From candy to meat, it is only a street away.
Wei Ning suddenly became interested when he saw the pink display window. When he passed by the ladies in the display window, he picked up his phone and kept taking pictures.
Song Wenbin didn't need to think about it to know that this guy was either filmed for the show crew or he filmed it and showed it to the group to brag about with those LSPs. Song Wenbin knew his fans very well. Appreciate the body, one size at a time.
But Wei Ning's actions angered the women in the window. One of them, who was stronger than Song Wenbin, glared at him and banged the window so loudly that it almost broke.
Seeing that the woman in the window was angry, Song Wenbin quickly warned: "It's time to have fun, don't take pictures in entertainment venues!"
Wei Ning was warned by his idol and was stunned. His nature as a photographer is that he likes to take random pictures, which is exactly the same as Pauly's. The woman was so angry that he didn't remove the phone immediately.
This caused several big men to rush out of the store and immediately surrounded Song Wenbin and Wei Ning. One of the big men knocked Weining's cell phone away with his hand, pointed at his nose and cursed fiercely.
These Dutch people are often 1.9 meters tall, a head taller than Song Wenbin. Standing next to them, they are imposing. Wei Ning had never seen this scene before and was frightened.
Song Wenbin was also annoyed. This guy always liked to follow him. Even if he was a fan, he couldn't rush him. But this red light district is a place where you can take photos casually. It’s so crazy.
"Yan..." Surrounded by several big men, Wei Ning looked at Song Wenbin uneasily, hoping that Yan could save him as usual.
Damn it... trouble can happen anywhere...
Song Wenbin cursed secretly. He took out a few banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into the hands of the excited Dutch people, hoping to settle the matter.
But these Dutch people obviously couldn't be bribed with money. They still accused Weining angrily and kept chattering, and passers-by looked over.
Seeing that these Westerners refused to accept his behavior, Song Wenbin couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He had a heavy responsibility at the moment, and naturally he didn't want to be invited to Orange at this time. After all, this was a legal business.
Looking around, he saw a bunny girl handing out flyers. He suddenly had an idea and had an idea. So he approached Weining and hugged his waist.
Weining was stunned for a moment, as if an invisible electric current passed through his brain, his body was petrified, and his body was shaken.
Then, Song Wenbin took out the purple flyer he had collected during the day from his pocket and stuffed it under the nose of the big Dutch man.
"Huh?" Song Wenbin raised his chin proudly, as if he had nothing to do with me.
When several Dutch men looked at the proud boy's flyer and then at Song Wenbin, who was holding Wei Ning's waist, they fell down on the spot. It seemed that what Song Wenbin was holding was not a flyer, but a free certificate issued by the emperor. Like a dead gold medal.
I saw the few people who were still aggressive just a second ago retreating obediently, moving away from the two of them, looking at them warily, not daring to curse.
When other passers-by saw the flyer, they all gasped. Their eyes immediately changed when they looked at Song Wenbin and Wei Ning. Some of them even approached and glared at several big men.
The big man sneered and raised his hands to show his innocence.
Looking at Song Wenbin holding up the flyer, everyone in Weining was dumbfounded. For a moment, I couldn't say a word out of a thousand words.
That’s outrageous…
Song Wenbin didn't care what others thought. After scaring off the strong Dutch man with a leaflet, he picked up his cell phone and dragged Wei Ning out of the pink alley without looking back.
After the two ran away, there was indescribable applause and whistles behind them. It made Song Wenbin feel sick to his stomach.
Wei Ning followed Song Wenbin and couldn't help but complained behind his back: "Yan, why the hell do you know so much!"
"You understand!" Song Wenbin shook Wei Ning away and pointed at his nose and reprimanded: "Don't cause trouble for me, okay? Shoot the ones you can, but don't shoot the ones you can't!"
