In the afternoon, the strong sun shines on the jungle outside Panama City, and the wild parrots and birds in the forest are chirping.
Following the guidance of the Amap map, Song Wenbin took his photographer through the dense tropical forest area and came to a forest farm where logging work was underway.
There are many huge machines at work here, some are cutting down trees, some are plowing, and occasionally you can see a few fires by the river. Thick gray smoke rises from the fires and floats out of the woods, as if Ancient beacon tower.
Song Wenbin led his team through the fire and came to a yellow, buzzing excavator, the side of which was painted with black paint - Zoomlion Heavy Industry.
The excavator was carrying the shrubs and cut and broken wood on the ground to the truck nearby. There were many wooden piles in the jungle, and in the distance, in the coffee garden, there was a building covering an area of at least dozens of acres. 's big yard.
It seems that the farmers here are developing their own farms, Song Wenbin thought to himself, walking along the buzzing excavators to the yard.
Several Latin men were standing by the yard smoking cigars. One of them, a man wearing leather overalls, a watch and a ring, attracted Song Wenbin's attention. He was talking to an engineer wearing a safety helmet who was holding drawings. As he spoke, his expression and behavior reminded Song Wenbin of the owner of the filling factory next door to his own packaging factory.
"Hello." Teacher Yan stood in front of the man and greeted him very friendly.
The man smoking a cigar frowned when he saw Song Wenbin and several photographers carrying cameras behind him. In the manor behind them, several muscular tattooed men sitting on stools rushed out quickly, as if they were going to push them away as a matter of routine. But the cigar man raised his arm and cautiously stopped the buddies who rushed out of the manor.
"Hello, reporter?" The man looked at Song Wenbin cautiously.
"No." Teacher Yan said happily: "Not at all, we are filming a show."
"Really? What are you filming, an environmental documentary?"
The man's expression was wary.
"Hahaha, I'm not interested in that set of things." Teacher Yan looked into the other person's eyes and said with a smile, "At least in my opinion, making money is the top priority. Trees should be cut down. If people When we are so poor, it is useless to have more trees.”
The camera meticulously recorded Song Wenbin's words.
Obviously, when he said these words, the vigilance on the man's face relaxed a lot, and a smile appeared on his face, "I like what you said. I really hope those damn Environmental Protection Agency can also Talk like you do.”
"Well, I'm doing a challenge. The task of the challenge is to survive in any corner of the world. I'm here hoping to help people I meet, so if you can, please tell me what you need. .Trust me, whatever you need, I can make it happen.”
The man's cigar-smoking hand paused, and he said in surprise: "Damn it... do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know." Teacher Yan said firmly.
At this time, someone next to the man pointed at Song Wenbin and exclaimed: "Yan??!"
The man frowned and asked the person next to him, "What are you calling?"
The man's expression changed continuously, and then he kept looking at Song Wenbin up and down, chattering excitedly beside the cigar man. While talking, he took out his mobile phone, searched out some content and gave it to the cigar man. After reading it, the cigar man continued Looking at Song Wenbin, his mouth became wider and wider in shock. Finally, he snatched the phone away, raised it to face Song Wenbin, and asked, "Yan? Is it really you?"
Song Wenbin glanced at the other party's mobile phone interface. It was the slice of the program made for him by foreigners, with his face on it.
"It's me." Teacher Yan said very calmly.
"Hoo~!!"
The cigar man and those around him gasped.
The cigar man was still calm, but the people around him were already extremely excited. He rushed into the manor without looking back, calling out to his friends loudly. After hearing the shouting, his friends also jumped down from the lounge chairs one by one, rushed out of the courtyard in twos and threes, and gathered around not far from Song Wenbin, looking at him and pointing excitedly.
The cigar-smoking man was still calm, but he was also surprised by Teacher Yan’s sudden visit: “Good guy... Although I don’t watch much TV... I have also watched your show... God bless... it’s really you, why are you doing this? Come to a place like this...to film a show...where are your teammates, where are your colleagues...didn't they come with you?"
When the man asked a series of questions in surprise, Song Wenbin could only smile and replied: "They and I are not participating in a challenge, nor are we in the same place. If you have watched our program, you should know that we often act separately together. .”
"Oh~ I see."
The man showed a look of sudden realization. Seeing Song Wenbin's expression immediately changed, he stretched out his hand skillfully and said, "Hello, I am Bob, Bob Kirk. I am a farmer in this area."
"Hello, please take care of me." Song Wenbin shook the other person's hand in a friendly manner.
After the two briefly exchanged greetings, Bob put his arm around Teacher Yan's shoulders and took him into the courtyard affectionately. As he walked back, he said, "This is so rare. I never thought there would be such a thing in a small place like ours." When a big star comes over, don’t worry, I will treat you well!”
While talking, Bob also ordered the people around him in English, saying: "Go and bring out my best cigars and tequila!"
But Song Wenbin stopped him and said: "Bob, thank you for your kindness. The wine is not necessary for the time being. We are here to prove ourselves, to test ourselves, and to help others."
After a pause, he looked around and said: "If you really want to provide us with some food and supplies, please let me solve your most urgent problem at the moment. If I can solve it, you will pay us later. "
Because of Mr. Shi's status as a big star, and the fact that he had done many incredible things in his previous shows, Bob was a little moved.
He hesitated and said: "It's a bit presumptuous to say this, but Teacher Yan, are you telling the truth? Can you help me solve my most difficult problem at the moment? You know, we are not in the same industry..."
"There are very few people in the same industry as me. Obviously everyone is human like me. What difference does it make in the problems that humans can encounter?" Teacher Yan said calmly.
"Oh..."
Bob was really frightened by these words.
But obviously, Teacher Yan's calm demeanor convinced him. He coughed twice and said, "Since there is such a good thing, I won't hide it. Indeed, I have a headache recently."
He waved his hand, and the people following him on the left and right understood. They turned around and led Song Wenbin and his photographers to a warehouse in the yard. As soon as he arrived at the warehouse, Song Wenbin smelled a slightly bitter aroma. There were many baskets piled densely in the warehouse, and the baskets contained many bananas. Some of the bananas on the side were black and rotten. "
Looking at the slices of bananas, Song Wenbin couldn't help but feel the word "spectacular" in his heart.
Bob sighed helplessly and said: "You are also a world-famous star, so I won't say much if it's unrealistic. You also know that bananas are abundant here, and many families even use bananas as their staple food, but ...Due to the climate, there are too many bananas this year..."
"I understand, you can't sell your bananas, and you want me to sell them, right?"
Teacher Yan looked at the mountains of bananas and said concisely.
"Ah! Of course! Of course!"
Farmer Bob was excited that Song Wenbin understood his meaning so easily. He said repeatedly: "You understand me, Teacher Yan, can you help me think of a way to sell it? Don't worry, as long as you can help me sell these things, I will not treat you badly. When the time comes, you will Take pictures of whatever you want."
Song Wenbin looked at the mountains of bananas, smiled, and said, "Boss, your business is quite big. If you sell so many bananas, your profits will definitely be huge."
"A small business, a small business, can't compare to those of you who are celebrities. Making money is like drinking water. If I were as famous as you, I would definitely have bought a house in Miami." Bob said modestly.
"I understand, but if we can help you sell them all, can you give me $800 for travel expenses?" Song Wenbin asked seriously.
"Eh…"
Although the boss had always had a good attitude before, he still frowned after hearing Song Wenbin say this, "Do you... charge?"
"Of course." Teacher Yan said in surprise: "No diamonds, no porcelain work, there is no free lunch in the world. If I can really help you sell it but don't charge any money, don't you think there is something wrong with it yourself? Besides, the cost of the bananas in this warehouse is 5,000 US dollars. If they are all sold, I guarantee that your profit will be more than 1,500 US dollars. Even if you give me 800 US dollars, you will still make a profit, right?"
"How can there be a profit of 1,500? You are so eloquent." The boss complained, "Our small business is still such a bargain. If I have a profit of 1,000 US dollars, God will bless me..."
"Let's say 600." Song Wenbin immediately gave himself a knife. I think you are right. My asking price was too high. I'm sorry. "
"400, Teacher Yan."
The boss who was complaining just now changed his face in a second.
"500, you sold out all 500 bags." Song Wenbin waved his hand and said calmly.
The two looked at each other for a moment. Bob looked carefully at this man who had come from a variety show to reality. He looked at it carefully for a long time.
"This... okay..." the boss said reluctantly, "After all, you are a foreigner and a big star. Logically speaking, the price of such a living is not that much."
He spoke reluctantly, but after confirming that Song Wenbin was not joking, there was uncontrollable joy in his eyes. He stretched out his hand, and Song Wenbin also smiled and stretched out his hand, shaking hands with each other. The two talked and talked. He left the warehouse full of bananas with a smile.
Later, Bob wanted to stay with Song Wenbin for a while. It seemed that he wanted to stay with this magical traveler for a while, maybe to learn more about how he was going to sell tons of bananas. .
But Song Wenbin didn't want to waste time. After a few polite words, he planned to leave quickly to complete the task.
As soon as we reached the farm gate, someone was chasing after us. The person shouted loudly in English: "Teacher Yan, can you wait a moment!"
When Song Wenbin turned around, he saw a chubby Latin man running out of the courtyard. His face was wet with sweat and he had a marker in his hand. He ran all the way and stopped in front of Song Wenbin. He handed him the pen and paper and said tremblingly: "Mr. .Yan, can you sign your autograph for me? I am your loyal... No, I am your most loyal fan in Panama. I have watched every episode of your program at least twenty times. I really …I really didn’t expect to meet you here, I…I really…”
Because he was so excited, this Latin guy from Central America actually shed tears.
Song Wenbin quickly stretched out his hand, and Wei Ning cleverly took out a napkin from his pocket and happily handed it to the Central American clone.
The fan took the paper, sobbing with excitement, and handed the pen in his hand to Song Wenbin, pointing to the white shirt he was wearing and said: "Yan, can you sign your name for me? I really... really Love your show.”
"Oh, of course."
Song Wenbin took the pen and said gently.
He held the pen and hesitated for a moment. He didn't know what he was writing on the white shirt. Is it disgusting teacher, Wen Bin, English or Chinese.
But just as he was hesitating, this Panamanian fan started to talk non-stop: "Yan, you don't know, the person who admires you the most in Panama is me. Really... I believe that in Panama... no, There is no one in Central America who knows you better than me. I know that your Chinese name is Song Wenbin. I know that you now have a company. I even know that Sutina likes you very much. God, you know that she occasionally The way I looked at you in the show... That kind of look, it means I am interested in you at first glance... God bless, God knows how much I like that look... (clasps hands in prayer) Yan... the interaction between you and Teacher Su is me It’s my favorite part, please make sure to keep it up and have more parts like this...”
Teacher Yan's hand holding the marker suddenly paused. He looked at the obese Central American fan in front of him, listened to his endless thoughts, looked at his longing and sincere eyes, and felt an inexplicable surge in his heart. Extreme disgust.
Damn it, this damn place is so close to the United States, there's coke everywhere, everyone is drunk. The fans in front of me were no exception. They were wearing white shirts while licking their big bellies, looking like pigs. Sad silverfish garbage, why is it not a knife in my hand? I must have cut him open with a knife, and watched the damn consumerist grease roll out of his belly to see how useless he is. Only the brain can be eaten like this...
"Yan...yan...teacher...you, why don't you sign your name..."
The fan's tentative shouts pulled Song Wenbin out of his evil and crazy thoughts. The man was excited, with an abnormal flush on his pale face. He smiled gently and said softly: "I'm not thinking of giving it to you. Sign something?"
After that, he quickly wrote big red letters on the left and right sides of the chest of the male dolphin in front of him with his fingers.
"It's signed, please wear more clothes."
Teacher Yan looked at his masterpiece and gently warned him with great satisfaction.
"Of course! Of course!"
Fans who got the authentic work of Teacher Yan screamed with excitement.
Wei Ning's expression on the side was a little complicated. The other photographers looked at each other.
Soon, the screaming fan felt that something was wrong. He asked in surprise: "Hey... Teacher Yan, what... is this signature..."
He pointed at the two bright red letters on his chest and asked curiously: "This is...SB...? What does this mean...Mr'Yan."
"Oh, this is Special Blessing in English, which represents my special blessing to you." Teacher Yan touched his head and said affectionately.
The fans were overjoyed when they heard this, but then felt strange and asked: "Teacher Yan, I remember...in the show, weren't you always a bad student...Why, you can speak English so well now...?" "
"So, you still don't know me well enough."
Teacher Yan spread his hands and said regretfully: "It seems you have to keep working hard."
