The best director ever

Chapter 345 Set sail
"Chris?" Han Qiu frowned even deeper.

Fuck me, isn't Chris a Catholic?Why is this guy so powerful?
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Han Qiu's mind. He vaguely remembered that Chris said that he knew many friends in Morocco.Hey, no, this is Kenya.Could it be that he also has many friends here?
Han Qiu asked, "Does he have any acquaintances here?"

"No... right?" Wu Jing's expression was a bit tangled, as if hesitating. "Chris is usually alone, except when he is filming, no one knows where he is. And even if he is filming, except for his lines, he doesn't talk too much, it seems quite cold"

Chris did not impress Wu Jing deeply, but he did.It's not deep because Wu Jing doesn't know Chris, nor his whereabouts.The deep part is that Chris is a maverick that makes it difficult for him not to pay attention.

"Uh, this guy is a bit cold." Han Qiu laughed dryly. The few times he met Chris, except for the excited expression he showed when discussing anarchism with him, he had never been excited. Usually Always looks like a tall man who is indifferent to the outside world.

Wu Jing smiled wryly and said, "So, I don't know how he handled it, and he didn't tell me. He just told me not to worry about those people in the slums in the future, so that I can film with peace of mind."

Oh, this is really Chris' style.

Han Qiu was speechless, and comforted him: "Okay, it's fine, I'll ask him later, don't worry about it."

"Yes." Wu Jing nodded and said yes, he knew that Chris was Han Qiu's friend, and it was better for Han Qiu to come forward than himself.

In the evening, Han Qiu greeted Zhou Yuxin, and then left the hotel alone.

Han Qiu's hotel is on the edge of Nairobi, and if you go further outside, you will be in the suburbs.This place is also where the Wolf Warrior crew worked these days.

There was already a car waiting outside the hotel.Han Qiu glanced at the person in the driver's seat, then opened the co-pilot's door without saying a word, and sat down on it.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"We just met during the day."

"I went to visit the crew during the day, that doesn't count."

Chris ignored Han Qiu, stepped on the accelerator, and headed out of the city.

"Where are we going?"

"Slum."

"Where are you going?"

"Walk around."

You won, Han Qiu shrugged and said, "Whatever you want, but I don't want our car to go in and then get out, and I don't want to point an AK at me at any time."

Chris shook his head: "They won't attack us."

Han Qiu raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

The further the car drove, the lower and lower the buildings on both sides became. In the end, they were all flat buildings, and some even had broken roofs.Han Qiu pursed his lips, but sighed in his heart, this place is really worse than the shantytowns in Huaxia.

Not long after, the car arrived outside the slum, but Chris didn't drive in, and stopped here.

"Let's go." Chris said blankly, opened the door and got out of the car.

Han Qiu followed behind him, walking towards the inside along a narrow, twisted and rugged path.

Han Qiu's first feeling was not transmitted by sight, nor by hearing, but by smell.In the somewhat cool air, what filled the place was not the smell of sweat, nor the smell of rancidity, but a very peculiar smell.A little pungent, a little smokey, and a little sour.Mixed together, it becomes a unique taste of African slums.

Although the smell is not particularly pleasant, it is bearable anyway.

Han Qiu's impression of black people is not bad so far.He still remembers that when he was in college, there were black students from abroad.Whenever they passed by Han Qiu, Han Qiu could always smell a fragrance.Some blacks smell even bigger than women with makeup on.

He didn't know it at the time and thought they were wearing perfume.He was also curious about what kind of perfume it was, and it had such a strong smell.

After shopping here today, Han Qiu felt that it was better not to clarify this issue.

After walking for a while, Han Qiu gradually got used to the smell here.But he hadn't gotten used to his surroundings yet.To be honest, this place is really not ordinary.Some houses are built with a few iron plates and a shed roof, so they can't be regarded as houses at all.

"This is Kibera, one of the top ten urban slums in the world." Chris walked in front and said without looking back.

Han Qiu sighed: "I didn't expect that Nairobi is the capital of Kenya, and there will be slums here."

Hearing this, Chris nodded slightly as he acknowledged Han Qiu's words.

"By the way, Wu Jing told me that you helped the crew settle down the residents here?"

"Well, I know people here." Chris said lightly. In fact, he didn't know people here, but it didn't mean his younger brother didn't know him either.

Suddenly, Han Qiu asked again: "What happened to the previous robbery?"

Chris said unhurriedly: "I have asked them to return the equipment and the car. In fact, the people here are still very talkative."

Han Qiu heaved a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "That's good. Haha, it seems that I'm really glad to have you on the set. Without you, we don't know what to do."

After walking for a while, several black people suddenly walked in front of them.These few people stared at Han Qiu and the two of them, as if there was some treasure on Han Qiu and Chris.Under the dim light, Han Qiu could barely make out the faces of these black people, only two groups of white eyes were looking at him.

The road is facing the sky, go to one side.

Neither of them had any intention of saying hello, but after Han Qiu walked past them, he could still feel the glowing gaze.He looked back, only to see the black men stop, still staring at him and Chris with their heads sideways, their eyes like dead fish eyes contained emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.

"Don't pay attention to their stares. People here have always been like this to outsiders." For the first time, Chris even explained it to Han Qiu.

Han Qiu was puzzled: "Do they reject outsiders?"

Chris shook his head: "It's not the outsiders that they reject, but the damage brought by the outsiders."

Han Qiu was stunned.

In China, no one will focus on a person for a long time, especially when the person being watched is still aware of it, this is usually considered a very impolite behavior.

Maybe it's because China is a country of etiquette, or maybe people in China are thin-skinned, anyway, it's rare to see this kind of situation in China.

Although Han Qiu is a director, he is also a star.After so many years of training, he has already developed the ability to not change his face under the attention of everyone.But here, he found that he still couldn't bear these gazes.

Along the way, Han Qiu felt as if he was on a catwalk, and the people around him were not polite or stingy with their gazes.But sometimes he also finds that some people's eyes are distracted and numb. Although they look at him, the ghost knows where they have wandered.

Is this the slum?
It's not just the house that's broken, but people's hearts?

Han Qiu claimed that he was not the Virgin Mary, but seeing these scenes, he couldn't help feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.

Sighing inexplicably, Han Qiu followed Chris and continued on.He suddenly found that this guy was so calm and unhuman. He, a star, was uncomfortable facing all these gazes, but this guy was still at ease, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

Fuck, it really deserves to be a Catholic, the soul has been purified by God, it's just different!
Finally, the two left the slums.Chris sent Han Qiu back to the hotel, then drove away alone, not knowing where he went.

Afterwards, Han Qiu and Wu Jing explained to let him feel at ease to film, and then they left Nairobi with Zhou Yuxin and returned to China.

After traveling for almost two months, I have had enough fun, rest and rest, and the story has been told. It is time to fulfill his promise.

Titanic, about to set sail
(End of this chapter)