field. Song Wenbin held his mobile phone and looked at the densely packed live broadcast room asking about the whereabouts of Su Tina and Huo Yu. He subconsciously opened WeChat and took a look. But he found that neither Huo Yu nor Su Tina sent him a message.
This made him feel a little annoyed. They had been separated for several days. Didn't these two of them care about what he was doing at all? ?
Humph, women are so ruthless.
Song Wenbin thought.
If he hadn't experienced all kinds of incredible changes in the past two days, he would have sent them a message long ago, but to his surprise, they didn't even ask him.
The barrage is still there, where are Sutina and Huo Yu?
Song Wenbin felt that he didn't have much leverage. If he said he didn't know, he would have to ask questions. He hesitated for a while, thinking that with that guy Huo Yu around, there should be no problem with the safety of the two of them. If he didn't contact him, maybe he just wanted to give it to him. He showed off his power and told him that the show could be filmed without him. Perhaps this was in retaliation for his resignation.
Thinking of this, he sneered and said: "I don't care where they went. They and I are in a competitive relationship now. They must leave first. Not to mention brothers, I have to leave quickly."
After saying that, he put his mobile phone on the front of the car and changed the title of the live broadcast room to, "A man traveling alone on a motorcycle in India." 』
Song Wenbin's actions instantly caused the barrage to split. Some people were dissatisfied with his indifference and said, "What's wrong with you?"
"Are you going to leave Susu and Brother Yu alone in India?"
"Hurry up and find them! India is dangerous!"
"After traveling together so many times, Teacher Yan has not changed at all."
"It's so chilling."
"Where's your mother competing?"
"I want to see Susu"
"I want to see Brother Yu"
"If you don't find it, you can cancel it!"
Others were very happy. These people were Song Wenbin's original fans. They all said, "This is what a real man should be like."
"I still hate the teacher if I hate it, it's a familiar smell."
"How can a man who has lived in heaven and earth for a long time indulge in the love of his children?"
"Do you understand the value of being the last eunuch of the 21st century?"
"Motorcycling alone is so cool."
"A role model for us"
"Tired!
"
...
Fans who hate teachers are a big victory, and this fact has undoubtedly aroused huge dissatisfaction among travel fans.
"Where's your horse, Model?"
"Where does this disgusting slave come from?"
"Yannu 6"
"Without the extraordinary journey, your master is still locked up in a small dark room."
"I'm just putting this aside to refine my fans."
"Can the house manager do some work and ban Yannu?"
"It's disgusting"
Similarly, Victory's former fans were not polite and immediately mercilessly attacked and ridiculed the travel party.
"Teacher Buyan, can you film your crappy show?"
"What are you pretending to be?"
"Look at your damn Brother Yu Susu, this is Teacher Yan's live broadcast room, do you understand?"
"Can traveling dogs die?"
"China really has a lot of lickers"
"Why do Su fans and Huo fans come to Yan's live broadcast room?"
"Can you let your master open his own live broadcast room?"
"happy"
The two groups started fighting again, completely forgetting the wonderful live broadcast effect just now. Both groups hoped that a house manager would come to do the work and kill each other.
But Song Wenbin will not give up to the house manager easily, these are all hot.
In a few days, maybe he can renew his barrage contract with Station D to maximize the value.
Pretending not to see the barrage, he said to the camera crew: "Let's go to Mumbai."
But he didn't care about Su Tina and Huo Yu, but the director was communicating with the photographers from Su Tina and Huo Yu's group, asking about the progress of the shooting on the other side.
After an inquiry, Baoli put down his cell phone and said, "Huo Yu and Sutina have gone to the border of Orissa and Chhattisgarh."
Song Wenbin was surprised. He had seen the map in the past two days. Although it was 2,000 kilometers to go to Mumbai, he only needed to pass through three states. First, leave West Bengal, then come to Odisha, then go to Chhattisgarh, and finally pass through Maharashtra to reach Mumbai, the capital of Maharashtra.
Now it seems that too much time was wasted on the road. He is still in Orissa, but Huo Yu and Sutina should be in Chhattisgarh by now.
But...it's not much faster. He is also in Orissa now. If he hurry up, he might be able to catch up with them.
"Hurry up, hurry up!"
He turned the accelerator and said impatiently.
"But very sad news."
But Pauly said solemnly: "Sutina and Huo Yu were taken away by the Indian police in Chhattisgarh and may be locked up now."
Song Wenbin was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help being amused by the director's words.
"Hahahahaha~ Is it true?"
The director looked at him silently.
"It's true!" Song Wenbin said in shock: "It's really a turn of events. I was captured with my front legs, and they were also captured with their back legs. What happened, did they also collide with the sacred cow?"
"It's more serious than that," Pauli said. "As far as I know, it was because Huo Yu beat so many people that it triggered a riot between Orissa and Chhattisgarh."
Song Wenbin took a breath of air.
Good guy.
What on earth did that guy Huo Yu do to trigger riots in the two states? ?
Paulie's voice also reached the live broadcast room, and the audience in the live broadcast room started commenting like crazy.
"Brother Yu!"
"Mars!"
"Humanoid Gundam!"
"The strongest creature on earth!"
...
The dense barrage instantly drowned out other barrages. It was obvious that the composition of the live broadcast room was complicated, including not only Yannu, but also a huge number of Yunu.
"What should I do, Song Wenbin, do you want to think of something?"
the director asked.
Song Wenbin bit his mouth for a moment, his thoughts racing.
But soon, he made a decision.
"No, I don't care about them." Song Wenbin said calmly: "I was captured and these two guys didn't come to save me. Why should I go back to save them? I only need Liu Yong."
Pauly looked at Song Wenbin in astonishment.
Song Wenbin tilted his head and looked at him, narrowed his eyes and said, "What, Pauly, are you thinking about anything other than shooting? This is not like you. Why are you no longer objective?"
Paulie pursed his lips, nodded with some difficulty, and said, "Okay, you have the final say on how to travel. I'm just informing you, that's all."
Song Wenbin had a cold face, ignored the dense barrage on the mobile phone screen, opened the navigation, and set the destination to Mumbai. Then, the motorcycle started and drove the convoy away at high speed.
The strong winds of South Asia roared on Song Wenbin's face, and amid the roar of motorcycles, Song Wenbin's mind couldn't help but wander to unknown places.
They were just taken away by the police, not by anyone else. As long as there was no big fault, what could the police do to Huo Yu and Su Tina? If it was really difficult, just call the embassy.
The barrage is still noisy.
"Song Wenbin, you are fucking committing a crime!"
"Fuck Song Wenbin"
"It really refreshed my knowledge."
There were actually female fans of Su Su and Brother Yu in the live broadcast room. They were extremely dissatisfied with Song Wenbin's abandonment of his colleagues, and they kept typing and writing. Naturally, there were also short essays that they liked to see.
"Are you going to ruin this show!? Watching the live broadcast, I was so angry that I was shaking all over, and my hands and feet were cold on a hot day. I really can't believe that in the 21st century, there are still such irresponsible men..."
Of course, not everyone is scolding, some are begging.
"Teacher, please turn back."
"Teacher Yan, don't do this, I'm almost crying."
"Yan, I'm really anxious, please do something."
"India is really dangerous!
"
Of course, no matter what they said, Song Wenbin didn't read it.
At this time, the captain boarded the ship.
Song Wenbin's cell phone vibrated, and he glanced at it. As he was walking, he said calmly: "Thank you, captain, for sending me back when you are tired of looking at it. Thank you, boss. I won't look back, and they are not in Calcutta."
Another admiral came on board.
Song Wenbin glanced at it, slowed down the car and thanked him: "Thank you, Admiral, for abandoning Song Gou in the beginning. Thank you, Song Gou. By the way, brothers, do you want to change your name card for free?"
Although Danmu tried his best to get Song Wenbin to find the two women, Song Wenbin was indifferent and continued to ride his own.
The former fans were aroused by the barrage that filled the screen, which aroused their rebellious psychology.
They all stood up and tried to protect Song Wenbin.
"Why did you go to Yan to save Huo Yu when he was fighting?"
"Can't she fucking save herself?"
"Did you just come out on your own?"
"Ignore these dog-licking turtle men."
"People have their own thoughts, okay?"
"Don't fucking teach me how to do things, okay?"
"Happy, there are actually a bunch of mom fans."
Of course, some people also initiated long articles in an attempt to analyze rationally.
"First of all, Huo Yu was taken away by the police because of her own fault, and it has nothing to do with Yan. Secondly, these three people all have their own independent personalities, and each of them is very powerful. They have successfully traveled to many countries. I advise you. This group of rotten fish and shrimps that have never been born in the province should just take care of themselves, don't just eat carrots and worry about it..."
The answer to the long article was a dense four-character barrage.
"Fuck you"
Obviously, the Internet is not a place where words make sense.
Because Song Wenbin was riding a bicycle, he couldn't see the quarrels in the barrage, but when he passed through the streets of those towns, he could see some Indians answering questions everywhere. Those respondents squatted on the ground and watched the motorcade pass by, expressionless. .
I don't know why, but seeing those people answering calmly on the street without any fear, Song Wenbin felt vaguely uneasy in his heart.
Obviously this place is not a normal country, it is a crazy and extremely free country, and any unbelievable events are reasonable here.
Although Huo Yu is very strong, does he have enough means and wisdom to solve these incredible events?
Moreover, she also brought Sutina with her.
Sutina.....
Thinking of Su Tina, Song Wenbin felt even more uneasy.
hateful!
These two idiots.
Can't you just call and ask for help?
If he went to find them like this, wouldn't he be very embarrassed!
No, no, no, Liu Yong is still waiting for him. He has already said the words, how can he turn back.
….
A few hours later, the navigation took Song Wenbin to a bridge at the junction of Chhattisgarh and Odisha. When driving across the bridge, Song Wenbin and the camera crew captured a shocking scene.
The area around Good Guy was like the Middle East ravaged by war. It was in a mess. There were traces of flames on the trees on both sides of the road, and the trunks of some trees were burned to carbonization. There was even the smell of explosive gunpowder on the ground, as well as dark craters caused by the explosion.
The mud houses on both sides of the road have collapsed, and there are broken glass and broken sticks everywhere on the road. There are even many cars lying on the roadside, overturned and burned, and some cars have their windows smashed. To a pulp.
Song Wenbin looked at this area while riding his motorcycle in confusion. Good guy, there are still some wounded people lying on the ground on both sides of the road. Some people are supporting the wounded people wrapped in bandages, limping towards the unknown.
"What's happening here?" Song Wenbin slowed down the car and asked the director of Hilux Pickup.
But perhaps it was Song Wenbin's words that made the director remember his responsibilities again, and he began to remain silent without saying a word.
hateful.....
Seeing Baoli like this, Song Wenbin could only feel depressed secretly.
After crossing the bridge, Song Wenbin entered the territory of Chhattisgarh. Chhattisgarh itself is not wide and is very long and narrow. After riding for another afternoon, Song Wenbin crossed Chhattisgarh. Arriving at the border of Maharashtra, he only had to cross Maharashtra to reach the destination of his journey, Mumbai.
However, it was already getting late, and Song Wenbin felt unbearably hungry. He hadn't eaten much all day, and he really couldn't stand it now. So I rode my motorcycle in this small border town and looked for any vendors I could see, trying to find something to eat.
After searching for a while, he saw a flying pancake seller on the street. At this moment, he was scalding thin noodles on the bottom of a boiling hot pot. Although the store environment was still bad, he thought that the red-hot iron pot should be able to kill the killer. There were a lot of bacteria, so I went forward and queued up to buy two flying pancakes, paired with a little mutton dipping sauce, and ate them while standing on the roadside.
I don't know whether it was hunger or the delicious taste of the flying pancakes. After eating a few pieces, Song Wenbin felt that it was not enough, so he went to buy another one.
While waiting in line for dinner, the number of people in the live broadcast room had already reached 100,000+. It was time to come back to China, and many people came to see him taste Indian food and eat it. Because he had been live broadcasting for a long time this time, many people came to him last time. People who hadn't seen enough of him came this time.
Of course, with more people, the pace also increases.
There were all kinds of inexplicable elements in the barrage, but of course the main ones were the original fans and the travel fans. The two had been arguing all afternoon without a winner, and they kept arguing.
Song Wenbin was queuing and watching the barrage. Suddenly, someone pushed his shoulder.
He turned around and saw that it was Wei Ning. Wei Ning pointed in a direction and licked his lips at Song Wenbin.
Song Wenbin took a look and immediately frowned, because not far from the store door, there were a few carefree guys in jeans blocking a young girl in the corner, moving their hands up and down, and mouthing He also made a sound of laughing and joking.
Song Wenbin felt a bit retro in this situation. He still remembered that when he was in junior high school, the gangster boys in the class would do this to the dull and quiet girls on the way from school from time to time.
However, that was all more than ten years ago.
After entering high school, such incidents became much less frequent, but it seemed that those gangsters were not junior high school students, but about his age. I don’t know if it’s because his consciousness is not fully developed, but he’s still doing old school things at such an old age.
Song Wenbin didn't want to care about this kind of thing. He was a foreigner. These Indians who always molested foreign women on the street had something to do with him, a Chinese.
He bought a flying pancake, stood on the street, and ate it by himself.
But as he was eating, he felt a little nauseous, because the girl who was molested on the street corner started crying, but the other people buying flying cakes around him just glanced at it, and then looked away, as if they were not fucking surprised. Weird looking.
This made Song Wenbin feel a little unhappy.
He pursed his lips tightly, packed up the flying pancakes, and walked towards his motorcycle, trying to leave this place quickly, out of sight and out of mind.
However, as soon as she got on the motorcycle, the girl on the street suddenly turned her head to the side, clutched her chest and screamed. It turned out that someone had put her hand in.
Song Wenbin felt an unknown fire in his heart.
"Brothers, there is something dirty in this hanging place."
He picked up his phone and spoke to the barrage. After speaking, he handed the phone to Weining.
The next second, he started the motorcycle and rushed out with a puff of smoke. He rushed behind the young men with a buzzing sound, and knocked one of the teasers away with a bang.
The collision was hard and fast.
The young man who was hit was caught off guard and rolled to the ground and screamed. Several other young men who were teasing the girl were startled and quickly stopped their hands and looked at the intruder together.
Song Wenbin was riding on his motorcycle, with one foot on the ground, staring coldly at the young men.
When the young man saw someone coming to meddle in other people's business, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to take action. At this time, several photographers hurriedly came behind Song Wenbin, holding cameras and yelling at the young men.
When those young people saw someone coming, they were people with cameras. They were worried about offending someone they couldn't afford to offend, so they were a little wary. In addition, the man on the motorcycle had a really scary look in his eyes, so they had no choice but to help the man who was hit on the ground. The unlucky guy pointed at Song Wenbin and left cursing.
After several young people left, Song Wenbin looked at the girl who was being teased. She looked like an office worker from a local town. She was carrying a bag and wearing relatively modern clothes. She was huddled against the corner with some disheveled clothes. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at anyone.
Along the way, most of the Indian women Song Wenbin saw were wearing traditional robes, and few were wearing modern clothes. Perhaps this was also the reason why she was violated.
"Weining," Song Wenbin shouted.
Weining stood beside him with tacit understanding.
"Do you want me to take you to the police station?" Song Wenbin asked the shrinking girl, "Do you want to report a crime?"
Wei Ning helped translate it into English.
The woman lowered her head and remained silent.
"If you want to report, you can take my motorcycle and I'll take you there."
Song Wenbin said: "Or if you don't trust me, you can also take the car of our program team. We are from foreign TV stations and will not hurt you."
The woman still lowered her head, shrank and pulled up her clothes, not daring to move.
Wei Ning didn't wait for a reply for a long time after translating, and said: "Maybe he doesn't know English."
Don’t know English?…
Seeing that she was really pitiful, Song Wenbin couldn't bear it. He took out 1,000 rupees from his pocket, handed it to the girl in front of him, and said, "If not, just take the money and go to the police in a car."
Looking at the banknote in front of her, the woman raised her head, glanced at Song Wenbin, took it silently, and whispered, "Can you send me back?"
This is said in English.
After Wei Ning listened and helped translate, Song Wenbin realized that this person knew English.
"Okay, I'll take you back." Song Wenbin said.
The girl grabbed Song Wenbin's shoulders and rode on the back seat of his motorcycle. Under the guidance of the girl, Song Wenbin sent her to a dilapidated building in this small town.
After getting off the car, the girl finally breathed a sigh of relief and expressed her gratitude to Song Wenbin.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the police station to file a complaint?" Song Wenbin asked again. This was his instinctive idea.
The girl shook her head and said, "No need. Last year, one of my sisters encountered this kind of thing. She went to report it, but she was assaulted by the police again."
Song Wenbin was stunned when he heard this.
"It's okay, we're used to it." The girl saw his expression and comforted him.
Song Wenbin didn't know what to say, so he could only say: "Oh...no...it's okay...you, go back first, and be careful on the road in the future."
The girl clasped her hands and bowed to him, then turned and walked up to the dilapidated building.
Song Wenbin watched her go upstairs blankly, and suddenly shivered for no reason. He couldn't bear it anymore and said to the phone: "Brothers, I have to... I have to go back to find someone. "
The barrage didn't care at all about what kind of things Song Wenbin did abroad or what kind of people he saved. But seeing him suddenly say that he wanted to turn around, he suddenly felt as excited as adrenaline, and the barrage went crazy for a while.
"Hahahahaha"
"Hahahahaha"
"What did I say?"
"Smells so good"
The journey fans were laughing.
The original fans haven’t even reacted yet.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Aren't you going to Bombay?"
Journey pink said proudly
"Teacher Yan has awakened."
"It's time for you to find me earlier?"
"Recognizing your mistakes can greatly improve things."
What's more, some people are jealous of Song Wenbin's popularity, and there is a strange atmosphere.
"Haha, the true nature of dog licking is exposed."
"The house collapsed"
"Look at it, slaves, this is the nature of your master."
"Aren't you a eunuch? Aren't you a misogynist? If you have the guts, don't look for him."
Song Wenbin has never seen such a complex barrage in so many years of live broadcasting. Compared with it, his past live broadcasts are simply child's play.
"I... don't like women, but those two are colleagues after all. Even eunuchs can't leave morality behind. India is really too dangerous. I have to find them." He reluctantly defended himself Distinguish one sentence.
The former fans who had been proud all day finally reacted after hearing what Song Wenbin said and couldn't help but feel extremely angry. Yan's actions were the basis for their quarrel with the travel fans. Seeing that he dared to shake this foundation, the original fans suddenly became anxious.
"Tired!
"
"Remove it when you turn around!
"
The barrages started to appear densely.
But after Song Wenbin finished speaking, he stopped watching the barrage. He closed the live broadcast room and went live in shame. As soon as the broadcast came off, he couldn't help but break the defense.
"Cao!
"
"idiot!
"
“Stupid b!
"
"Where are the people who hit you!
"
While scolding, he called Huo Yu.
