War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 536
At noon on the third day when Wei Ran arrived at the desert shooting site, the two shooting teams, led by Karp and Anna, followed by several security vehicles, took their actors and needed shooting props, and drove to their respective locations one after another. Filming location.

On the contrary, Wei Ran is completely free at this time. The work he needs to do has been completed as early as yesterday. Whether it is war equipment, individual uniforms and weapons, or even the wreckage of the plane and the well, he has tried his best to follow the instructions in his memory. Suggestions are provided.Correspondingly, Karp and others took the time to make corresponding adjustments.

Today, only Saleh and his sons and some staff who provide logistics and security services are left in the former camp.

Of course, there is also Mr. Edward who is not feeling well in name but actually wants to supervise Wei Ran.

The latter naturally understood Edward's thoughts. This scheming old thing was nothing more than doubting what he had found out, and worried about taking what belonged to him without telling him.

Not to mention Edward, even Mr. Charlotte was the same, and Wei Ran, an investigator of historical mysteries, was already used to this kind of thing when he was working for Professor Alexey. .

Of course, understanding is understanding, but it doesn't mean that he will be used to each other.

After simply saying "Need quiet", Wei Ran loaded a set of unopened tents and a sand-colored parasol into his car, as well as some watermelons and coconuts. A case of beer and a case of Coke were all stuffed into the car, and under Edward's helpless eyes, they drove straight into the shadow of another sand dune two to three hundred meters away.

There was no obstruction between here and the camp, but if that Edward wanted to monitor himself, he had to keep his binoculars up all the time.

As for whether holding the telescope for a long time will cause dizziness and nausea, that is not something that Wei Ran should consider.

After the car stopped, Wei Ran took out the telescope in the metal book, and looked in the direction of the camp through the bulletproof car window with sun protection film, and saw that Mr. Edward's tent was indeed shining with the reflection of the telescope lens, and the expression on his face Showed a satisfied smile.

He stayed to guard the camp. Apart from the fact that he did not have a job, he also responded to Anna's hint and planned to take revenge on Mr. Edward.

Putting away the telescope, Wei Ran picked up a signal receiver left by Teacher Anna from the co-pilot's seat, and plugged it into the USB port of the car radio.Turning up the volume a little, Edward cursed from the speaker of the car radio.

"Why is this old thing so unpopular?"

Wei Ran shook his head, turned on the recording function on the signal receiver, and then pushed open the car door.Amid Edward's binoculars monitoring in the distance, and the curses from the same person coming from the carriage behind him, the tent was slowly set up.

Deliberately aiming the door of the tent in Edward's direction, Wei Ran slowly took out a rolled Arabian carpet from the cargo bed of the armored pickup truck and spread it under the canopy next to the tent, and then built a folded small tables, set up deck chairs and useless parasols.

Not to mention that, in order to make it harder for Edward to see, he even took out a roll of sand-colored camouflage net and covered the pickup truck, the canopy and the tent.

It took nearly an hour to finish these tasks. Wei Ran got into the tent and changed into the Arabic robe that the boy under Saleh gave him when he first arrived, and then took out the watermelon and Coke from the refrigerator They placed them on the folding table one by one, and by the way, turned up the volume of the radio.

Slowly cutting the cold watermelon into eight pieces, he spread it comfortably on the recliner, holding the watermelon in one hand and the cold Coke in the other, with a contented look on his face.

But in the middle of the camp two to three hundred meters away, Edward had already been gnashing his teeth in anger. At the same time, because of holding the binoculars for a long time, not only his arms were tired and sore, but his eyes were almost blurred.

Just as he guessed, he was really worried that Wei Ran had investigated something, and then sneaked over to take those important things away without telling him.It was precisely because of this worry that he decided to follow him to this ghostly place where he could eat a mouthful of sand when he sneezed.

But he did not expect that this young historian would browse the computer every day with British black materials that made him laugh and cry but did not contain any repetitions. I have been waiting in this desert for nearly a week.

Edward didn't know what Wei Ran did during this week, but he at least knew that during this period of time, Wei Ran used his computer almost every day to search for all kinds of gossip about British football hooligans and royal family scandals.

In short, this young man looks like an Internet addict with a regular life, but there is a high probability that he did not investigate what he wanted to investigate.

Now, Wei Ran has finally come to this desert, but he is like a son who went out to camp to pass the time, except for eating watermelon one after another, there is no sign of starting an investigation at all!

"Didn't you say that Chinese people are very hardworking? How can this bastard be lazy than those black people?"

Edward complained helplessly, he piled up the binoculars in a fit of anger, and sat down on the folding bed.The dizzy old guy didn't notice at all that there was a bug the size of a cigarette case hidden under the Arabian blanket under the bed.

Hearing Edward's complaint, Wei Ran, who had already eaten half of the watermelon, although the expression on his face didn't change, was already smiling in his heart.

This so-called revenge is actually secondary, the main thing is to attract Edward's attention and not let this uneasy guest cause trouble for the filming work.

Of course, Wei Ran was really thinking about the work that the other party had entrusted to him, but at this moment, he was in a rare hesitation. Edward earned him 50 Euro pocket money.

After much deliberation, Wei Ran finally made a difficult decision after throwing away the fifth piece of the white watermelon rind he gnawed—to make money first.

After earning the 50 euros in Edward's hands, I will go back to China immediately, fill the metal book with some good Chinese wine, food and food, and then go to the sports meeting.

Now that the decision has been made, Wei Ran is not in a hurry. The filming work will probably not be over for a while, and it is impossible for him to leave immediately. In this case, it is better to spend time with Mr. Edward. Let the investigation fee of 50 euros seem more worthwhile.

With this in mind, Wei Ran casually grabbed a handful of sand and rubbed the watermelon soup on his hands, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and washed his face indiscriminately, then took out a car from the car and borrowed it from Jima in the morning tablet - turned on the Russian-language TV series that he had downloaded before he came.

While he and Mr. Edward are separated by hundreds of meters to make fun of boredom, two groups of actors who are farther apart are also directed by two directors, Karp and Anna. Shooting started.

Under the scorched sun whose vision had been distorted, the three actors who played the role of Italian tankers had just struggled out of the scrapped small tank when they were stopped by Karp.

"Your expressions are wrong, and your actions are wrong."

Karp waited until the staff extinguished the burning flames on the actor's back, and reminded helplessly, "Especially the one who was pressed to the ground by the tank and started to burn, you are almost burned to death, how can you still have the mood to adjust?" The tank cap you're wearing?"

Without waiting for the people present to laugh, Maya who came here deliberately to avoid Jima also said, "There are also those two who are in charge of saving people. Although the tank is small, it is obviously more sensible to dig the sand instead of trying to Lift the tank up, don't forget, you are already wounded and don't have that much strength."

"Uncle Karp, and Maya, we are not professional actors."

One of the young guys who played the role of the Italian tanker said with a bitter face, "Four months ago I was still in charge of driving an ambulance in the hospital."

"You will be a professional actor in the future"

Karp confidently made a promise, "Two years ago, that bastard Jima was still a country boy, so come on, let's do it again."

"I really don't know where my father found the relationship to give me the opportunity to act in a movie."

The actor who played Pierre, the Italian tanker, put his drenched lower body into the tank and muttered, "Although after four months of training, I still feel that I am more suitable to continue to be my fitness coach."

"If you bastards continue to talk nonsense, play the corpses around you!" Karp shouted with a loudspeaker. At this moment, he only felt that the work of "raising children" was more satisfying than training Mr. Gorbachev. tired.

On the other hand, the old guys watching around have already hid in groups of three or four in the shadow provided by the sunshade, or holding watermelons, or holding coconuts, or holding AK rifles, gloating unscrupulously laughed.

The same scene also happened in another filming location less than a kilometer away.Here, the German reporter Per, played by Jima, has no problems. After all, this former gangster has already had experience in filming, and has been personally trained by Gorman, so regardless of acting skills or other aspects, even Anna Couldn't fault anything either.

But in comparison, the actor who played Harry, that is, the youngest son of Mr. Charlotte, is far behind. Played by this young man who often laughs, Harry, the British prisoner, looks like a fool who only knows how to laugh. like neuropathy.The other actor who was in charge of playing the wounded Trento was also not much better. His exaggerated acting skills made everyone present suspect that he learned acting knowledge from funny cartoons.

"Comrade Beria, please tell me, what did I do wrong? Why did Mr. Nicholas let me use these little guys as actors?"

Anna let out a desperate sigh full of murderous urges in her heart, but her well-maintained face remained as gentle as ever, and at the same time, she once again raised her hand and shouted to stop the filming.

(End of this chapter)