Chapter 580 Fanatics
In the cramped room, beds and quilts were neatly stacked, and the dim light swayed back and forth, making a creaking sound that made your teeth ache.
There are shadows everywhere on the yellowed walls, and it is raining heavily outside.
"Bah."
The metal spring lock bites the rack tightly and locks it completely.
Bifang closed the door, leaving everyone in the room looking at each other in bewilderment.
Richard was silent for a while, took a deep breath of air, but was choked by the dust in the room and started coughing, breaking the depressing atmosphere.
Everyone laughed.
Richard clapped his hands: "Okay, don't sit here, get back to work!"
Jarrett muttered for a while: "You should have said it earlier."
"Sitting cross-legged is so uncomfortable. My legs are so stiff." Mandy tapped her thigh.
"Yeah, I don't have enough equipment again. I'd better go and do my own thing. By the way, Mandy, have you seen my needle-nosed pliers?"
"Needle-nosed pliers?" Mandy denied it flatly. "I definitely didn't use them to twist the water pipe!"
"Damn it, you admitted it! Give it back to me now."
"I didn't, I wasn't, don't talk nonsense!"
The floor in the corridor creaked, and even the sound of rain and thunder could not cover it. When Bifang walked on it, it felt like a medieval ninja walking on a nightingale floor. This was a special floor created to guard against enemy invasion.
Tokugawa Ieyasu, the founder of the Tokugawa shogunate, once ordered carpenters to install a "nightingale floor" in the corridor as an alarm when building Nijo Castle.
They nailed additional metal clips between the supporting beams under the corridor. Each clip has two nail holes with iron nails in the nail holes. When people walk on it, the nails and the clamps rub against each other, producing a sharp noise.
Walking on such a noisy floor, one really worried that a group of warriors with topknots would rush in and chop him to pieces at any time.
Unfortunately, this is just due to disrepair.
There were no patrolling warriors outside the house, only a group of idle "vagrants".
Hotels and inns in the town were not welcoming, so I had to pay a lot of money to stay in a privately-run B&B like this. Not only were there mold spots all over the walls, but the air also emitted a sour smell of sewers, and a thick layer of dust would appear if I wiped it with my hand.
Living here can make one vomit out the food left over from the previous night.
There was absolutely no one living here originally, and it was not a B&B at all. Perhaps it was just a small house that the greedy lame old man found out in order to get a bargain.
Even the wilderness is much cleaner than here. Bifang even thought about taking Richard and others to build a simple wooden house on the mountain. At least it would be cleaner and more comfortable than here, although there might be a lot of mosquitoes.
Bifang knew exactly what Richard was worried about, and he didn't want to give up.
How could a man who wasn't arrested once a year be so fragile ? He just began to doubt whether what he was doing was worth it, and whether he could really get an equal return in the end after spending so much money to shoot a documentary.
Richard's psychological expectations dropped, and he began to feel that he could not use a documentary to awaken the public and stop Japan's behavior.
Just like whaling.
But Bifang is full of confidence in this.
The impact of the documentary "The Dolphin Bay" is far greater than Richard and others imagined, and it is unprecedented.
Although the existence of Dolphin Bay has not been completely eliminated, it still caused huge resistance to capture, which is enough. Bifang believes that with his help this time, the pictures that can be captured will be more realistic.
At least as far as he knew, those first massacre scenes transmitted from the fishing boat were something that had never existed in his previous life. There was no other way, he could not get close to it, and he had no ability to install it.
But with the help of Bifang, Richard and others gained this ability.
And with the influence he has gained so far, the sensation he will cause will undoubtedly be even greater.
It is impossible for people to be perfect, but as long as they try their best, they will have no regrets.
Thinking of this, Bifang suddenly remembered something, took out his cell phone and called Etienne.
It is now 10:30 pm in Japan, but in France, it is only around 3 pm, still sunny and bright, and Etienne is playing games with gritted teeth.
After a while of GAMEOVER, Etienne threw down the controller in frustration, which happened to hit the screen of a mobile phone next to him, illuminating it.
"Oh shit!" Etienne slapped his forehead, "Could it be Elwan?"
At this time every day, Elwan would call to urge Etienne to study hard during the summer vacation instead of indulging in video games.
There's nothing I can do about it, since my dad is a university professor.
Hey, I have obviously caught up with the learning progress.
Etienne was disappointed, but when he picked up the phone, he was surprised to find that it was not his father!
"Hey! Fang, what made you think of calling me? Is there a new adventure waiting for me?"
"Yes, there are new adventures waiting for you."
Bifang carefully climbed out of the window and walked close to the eaves, avoiding the raindrops on the eaves while responding with a smile, and slowly moved towards a certain direction of Taiji Town.
"Cool!" Etienne's eyes lit up. He was just joking, but he didn't expect it to be true! ?
"Are we going to the African savannah or the Congo Basin rainforest? The Yarlung Zangbo River Grand Canyon is also fine. I heard that no one has ever been there. Is that true? Fang, you are Chinese. Wait, aren't you in Japan now?"
"You have so many questions." Bifang was quite helpless. "First of all, although I am Chinese, I have never been to the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon. Secondly, I came to you this time to ask you to do me a favor."
"Hey, do you need help too?"
"Of course, do you want to listen to it or not?"
"OK, but you have to help me write a report as my summer internship!"
Bifang nodded calmly: "Okay, I will tell your teacher about your threat to report."
"Never mind. I was just joking."
Etienne fell on the sofa, looking miserable.
"Just a joke, nothing special."
Bifang smiled and agreed casually.
A good practical report can serve as a stepping stone for admission to university, especially when written by a celebrity. It is similar to a letter of recommendation.
Although Bifang is a Chinese, Europe and America have never been very interested in it. However, what Bifang did accurately hit the enthusiasm of some people for "environmental protection", so it is quite popular.
Even Etienne's friends have been secretly asking recently if they can get a resume similar to that of Yan Niao Zhi Xing from Bifang. The reason is that it is too gorgeous and full of value. Many schools are scrambling to get such students as a kind of honor and proof of value.
Etienne responded with a laugh.
I never had any contact with that friend again.
Even Bifang himself has received many invitations, but not to be a student, but to be an honorary professor.
"Okay, all kidding aside, do you have a Goose fan group?"
"How do you know?"
"Erwan told me."
"……All right."
"Pay close attention recently and look for those who are very enthusiastic in their speeches. Keep an eye out for them for me, and then tell them... this and this..."
