After following the wolves for a while, Chen Xing flew the space shuttle into the sky to show the desolation of this area from a high perspective.
Africa not only has savannahs and large deserts, but also many such deserts. Some wolves on the ground that looked as small as toys were all looking towards the sky.
Their ferocious expressions can no longer be seen from the camera. They are so small that they even look a little cute. Several of them look up to the sky and howl, and it seems that their cries can be heard even on this side of the mountain.
Nobel clenched his fists. This is the picture he wants. No matter what Chen Xing uses to shoot, there is always a story.
Although the lens of the time-travel machine is certainly not comparable to that of a professional camera, today's digital technology can fully extend the images captured by Chen Xing to a higher definition. It cannot be said to be perfect, at least it is completely invisible to ordinary viewers.
After completing this set of filming, not only Chen Xing breathed a sigh of relief, but the rest of the crew also relaxed.
"It seems God is on our side," Noble said.
"Well..." Chen Xing nodded and took off his flying glasses. Everyone else was looking at his mobile phone. Only Chen Xing could use the large screen of the flying glasses to see the scene just now. The shocking feeling was uncompromising from Chen Xing's perspective, and it had a legendary feeling like watching a movie.
And the picture is still completed by myself. So cool! It’s a completely different feeling than taking photos.
"Call it done, go back to the hotel, and have steak today!" They basically cooked everything themselves. Although the proprietress Ellie's cooking was mediocre, the dishes she cooked according to their requirements were not too bad.
Yes, not one of the ten people on the film crew can cook. Man... Chen Xing felt a little emotional.
People from Sichuan Province are not like this. It is normal for them not to cook when they are young. They have a father and a mother at home. However, when they are thirty years old, there are too few people who can’t cook, and they are all inexplicable. Very talented.
The truck from the mine was given away, but they were still riding in the same truck. Fortunately it's not far. The knowledgeable people in the car were recalling the scene that Chen Xing had just taken, while Director Nobel was sitting in the cockpit of the truck.
"Is it possible to send a time-traveling machine within three days, one that can drive a gimbal and a video recorder?" Drones are now developing rapidly, and drone photography is also very common.
But drones are easy to get, but pilots are hard to find. When making a movie or documentary, if the director's requirements are higher, the drone pilot must also understand photography.
Only in this way can we cooperate with the second person controlling the video recorder to capture a qualified picture, otherwise a single pilot will not be able to do it.
There are people like Chen Xing who are good at flying drones and are in the photography circle, but they really can’t be hired by a small documentary crew like him.
Nowadays, Nobel feels like a prostitute. Putting away the phone, Nobel wanted to share the joy of getting a photographer for free with the people around him. When he turned around and saw a nigger, he instantly lost interest.
He is an old Frenchman and has long been accustomed to having black people around him. But he also thinks like all artists.
Black people know the art of hammering! In the carriage, Chen Xing was not motion sick yet. He was wearing a turban common in Africa, with the lower end pulled up to cover his nose and mouth. He held the edge of the carriage with his hands and looked at the scene outside and the yellow sand rising behind him.
The vast land is beautiful sometimes. Thinking of the scene he had just captured, he suddenly wanted to take the time-travel machine to see the Great Migration of the African Grasslands. He had already taken too many small scenes, and now he wanted to take some big scenes to change his mood.
Prairies, deserts, deserts. Africa is really a treasure place. No wonder so many wilderness documentary directors prefer it.
"Is this the time when the great migration of animals in Africa happened?" Chen Xing suddenly asked. Laifbold nodded and said: "July to September, it should have started now. Do you want to go and see it?" Ford was also very interested in this and said: "We will go and see it after we finish filming this film. Do you want to see it? I heard that there is also a project of driving and running with wildebeests. It is very exciting to think about it. There are too many animals to count." Chen Xing looked at him a little surprised and said: "So you are interested in this." Ford rarely expresses his opinions. In the film crew, he basically does whatever the director says. When Chen Xing and Laif Bode are lazy, he still brushes up his skills in front of Nobel, which is very reliable.
Just now was the first time he expressed his desire to see somewhere. Laif Bode nodded and said: "Then go, I'm also curious."
"We can even make our own documentary!" Ford said.
"What are you filming? Where did you get the money?" Laif Bode asked.
"Just shoot animal migrations. Chen Xing's drones fly so well. Let's prepare a few more to capture the feeling of walking through the animals. I haven't seen this documentary before. It will definitely be a big seller. .”
"You can sell whatever you want..." Laif Bode wanted to complain about his friend's naive thoughts and said,
"You saw that documentary director making money, and you went to shoot it? It was a waste of money. Listen to me, after graduation, even if you go to shoot commercials, don't shoot documentaries."
"Why? Isn't Professor Nobel quite rich? A multi-millionaire." This question was asked by Chen Xing.
He was not interested in directors of movies or TV series, but he thought making documentaries was interesting. Today, he accidentally shot a good shot, and he became more interested in documentary directors.
The suggestion Ford just made already made him a little excited. Lavbode smiled and said: "It is true that Professor Nobel is a multi-millionaire, but you must not know that he was a billionaire before."
"..."
I wanted to cook steak before, but the steak was overcooked. So under Laif Bode's clever suggestion, Ellie cut the steak into pieces and cooked a portion of beef with the red wine they brought. The beef tasted like a burnt aroma, which many people didn't like. Absolutely.
After a few days of this, new equipment was delivered. But at this time, the shots related to Giota were finished, and the film crew was preparing to take a boat to the capital of Sudan.
From here to the capital of Sudan, you not only need to take a car, but also take a boat for several hours. While they were filming, one of the two boats crossing the river capsized, so now there was only one boat left. Tickets were very tight. They only got eight tickets thanks to the guide's strong connections in Sudan.
The guide has to go first through other means, taking the director and a bunch of equipment with him. ......... Just after seven o'clock in the morning, Chen Xing and the others left the hotel and took the hotel owner's truck to the port.
The boat departure time was at three o'clock in the afternoon. They had to travel overland for several hours before they could take a boat to the Sudanese capital.
Chen Xing didn't know what others thought, but he already regarded this transfer as a big battle.
Bode and Ford, who were not motion sick, slept on the carriage, which made Chen Xing, who couldn't sleep, very envious.
The translator kept saying: "You must hurry up when you get on the boat. Anyway, your valuables have been sent away first. Don't worry about being stolen or robbed. The ticket is the most important. We have to hold on to the ticket." Get on the boat in one go, got it?" He had said similar words many times in the car.
Everyone became nervous. The guide had already left with Nobel. The only person among them who could speak Arabic was the translator. What he said must be true.
So, how difficult is it to get on this ship? Even though Chen Xing had been suffering from motion sickness, he was still thinking about getting on the ship later.
They arrived at the port before two o'clock. Calling this place a port is definitely an insult to any port Chen Xing has seen before. There are just a few railings and a few staff here.
The docked boat was also very dilapidated, like a fishing boat towed back from somewhere. Lavbode prayed when he saw the ship. When he saw the translator passing by, he grabbed his clothes and said, "Mr. Armor, this ship won't capsize, right?" The translator said impatiently: "Didn't I tell you already? I don't know if it will turn over or not. Anyway, if you can't get on the boat today, then you won't be able to get on the boat in the next few days. That's it. Run faster for a while." ." After a few minutes, the dizziness in Chen Xing's mind recovered a little.
Ford handed the bagged bread to Chen Xing and said, "Eat something, the ship will leave in an hour." Chen Xing's stomach was empty now, so he took it and ate it without any politeness.
"There are so many people." Chen Xing said.
"Yeah, they can't all be on this ship, right?" Ford said casually. But Chen Xing was immediately stunned.
He looked at the river bank in front of him. There was really only one boat parked here. It was impossible for the people around him to take other boats, right?
That means they are all passengers on this ship? Damn it, how can you sit down? Suddenly someone shouted something, and Chen Xing saw people around him moving.
The translator also shouted in English: "Get on the boat quickly and find your seat!" Chen Xing did not bother to swallow the bread, and he and Ford hurriedly ran towards the entrance. If anyone looked at it from a high altitude, then this little The entrance was like an hourglass that had just been turned over. A bunch of black people in colorful clothes completely filled the entrance within ten seconds.
The boarding battle has begun. About two hundred people crowded at the door, everyone wanted to get on the boat first. Chen Xing was crowded among them, and he didn't understand why they were like this.
Don’t they all have to check in? Now that you have a ticket, wouldn't it be better to queue up and board the boat slowly? If you have to squeeze in like this, the last ship you got on was overturned by you, right?
The only three gatekeepers were very nervous. They were also afraid that too many people would board the boat at once and the boat would overturn.
Then they will definitely lose their current decent job, so they wipe the dripping sweat under the scorching sun and open and close the gate back and forth, allowing only a small number of passengers to pass each time.
But this method doesn’t work very well. It even had the opposite effect, making the entrance even more confusing. Chen Xing gradually squeezed to the front with his strong body and was about to board the ship, but he saw Ford behind him again.
He stood there and waited again, grabbing Ford's wrist and pulling him forward. But something happened that worried Chen Xing.
If he doesn't push forward, others will always push forward. Now there are many layers of people in front of him.
Ford shouted, "Mr. Almo says we can't go unless we get on the boat!"
"I know! Damn it!" Chen Xing spoke in Chinese, but Ford didn't understand. Chen Xing looked around, and there was only one photographer behind them who was looking for the bathroom. The others had already passed the fence, and the port who was boarding the ship looked at them nervously.
At this time, the photographer also squeezed over. There are fewer people in the back, but it is difficult to squeeze to the front. Chen Xing suddenly shouted in English: "We are foreigners! Can you let us go first?" He shouted this several times and quickly attracted the attention of the guard.
Seeing that they were indeed several foreigners, they used their hands to support the black people crowded in front and signaled Chen Xing to pass quickly.
Chen Xing grabbed the man and quickly crossed the fence. But after passing the fence, you don't get on the boat directly. They also have a checkpoint to check whether you have a ticket.
If Chen Xing is really convinced, can't he check the ticket outside? After checking the ticket and moving forward one space, Chen Xing saw the real Shura Field - the boarding gate.
This small boat hasn't opened the door yet, but the gangway has been hung up. The translator and a few people following him have squeezed to the front, but their positions look like they can't keep it, and they feel like they are about to be squeezed to the edge of the gangway. went.
You must know that the door is not open yet, and there is only one way to go if you are pushed to the edge, and that is to fall into the river.
As for that? Chen Xing and the others don't understand this phenomenon at all. From this point of view, Hong Kong Island's queuing culture is definitely the best culture in the world. I suggest China hurry up and invade culturally. Is this still a civilized world?
Getting on a boat feels like a war. Those who got on the gangway were in a hurry, and those who had not yet squeezed in were filled with murderous intent. The noise was so noisy that it could even cause tinnitus. Not to mention Ford and the others, Chen Xing was feeling a little dizzy now. He felt like he hadn't even boarded the ship yet. I got seasick first.
And the most terrifying thing is that these people are still carrying large and small bags of luggage. This is even more crowded. The advantage of Chen Xing and the others was that they didn't have any luggage and were light-weight. The three of them quickly got on the gangway.
In fact, according to other people's ideas, wouldn't it be better for them to upload their tickets after everyone has squeezed through and got on the boat?
But you have to listen to the translator. If you can't get on the boat or leave for a few days, it will really affect the shooting.
Chen Xing was a little stronger than them, so he pushed Ford and the photographer to the front, and he stood behind to hold up other people who wanted to get on the gangway.
Chen Xing unknowingly became like them. Why aren't you opening the door yet? everyone is thinking.
The gangway was already overcrowded, but the people behind were still pushing forward, wanting to get up first.
Behind him was a strong black man holding a linen bag. He kept pushing forward. Chen Xing thought for a while and held back his words, thinking that it would be fine after a while.
But he squeezed Chen Xing so hard that he almost lost his footing. Chen Xing's heart suddenly became angry. He turned around and shouted at the loudest volume in his life: "Squeeze it! The front is blocked, damn it!"
