sinovels Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Yin Lang, who pretends to be serious in the front, but childish in the back.
On January 1th, because Yin Lang's private plane could not accommodate so many people as the film crew, he made a public plane.At the airport, I met Xia Qi’s fan group who came to see him off. They held up a lot of banners and lights, and the screams were deafening. Xia Qi signed his name. When he looked up, he saw a "landlord's stupid son" in the distance "Light board, pointing at the light board and laughing.
Then Yin Lang got angry with him all the way.
The first-class cabin of Emirates Airlines is a kind of independent space, no matter how Xia Qi knocks on the door, Yin Lang will not open it, and the director and cameraman will shoot hard beside him, Xia Qi smiles wryly: "There is no need to shoot this one."
The director refused: "No, no, no, this is a material that came with great difficulty. There are conflicts to make it interesting. Otherwise, what would the audience watch?"
Xia Qi had no choice but to go back to her room.
The director followed behind him and said, "Thank you for helping us arrange first-class and business class for all of us. You must know that we used to travel in economy class."
Xia Qi smiled: "It's okay, you guys have to carry the camera and shoot, you are much more tired than me, so you can take a good rest on the plane."
The editor and director had a good impression of Xia Qi. Before seeing Xia Qi's aloof temperament, he thought he was difficult to get along with, but after getting along with him these days, Xia Qi doesn't play big cards or lose his temper. He is very cooperative in everything he is asked to do, and he is especially easy to talk to.
So she took the initiative to ask: "The kiwi fruit video can reimburse part of the travel expenses, why don't I help you?"
——The money for this variety show tour is said to be paid by the artists themselves, but a part of the kiwi fruit video will also be posted.The trafficker Chen Yayun and her fans were going to the United States, but when the time came, they just refused to leave, and didn't even pack their luggage. When they asked, oh, the United States was too expensive, and they didn't want to pay for it.
What to do, the ballots have been selected, everyone is looking forward to it, it is impossible not to go.Even though the contract states that the artist pays for it, can the artist drag her onto the plane if she refuses to leave?So Kiwiguo had no choice but to pay her to get her on the plane.
Xia Qi looked down on money like dung: "It's okay, I'll go to the casino with this little money and come back."
The director had a black line on his face.
A full 12 hours of flight, 6 hours of jet lag, even the first-class cabin is uncomfortable, and the meal on the plane is not delicious. After everyone got off the plane, they all looked disheveled and hurried back to the hotel to rest.
Xia Qi couldn't adjust to the jet lag, so he just fell asleep for two hours and looked at his phone, it was 5 in the morning.
The weather is not very good, the outside is gray, but the birds are chirping cheerfully.
At this time, as if there was a tacit understanding, Yin Lang sent a message: "Are you awake?"
Yin Lang: Wake up, let me show you something.
Xia Qi washed his face, put on his clothes, and went downstairs in a hurry.
Yin Lang was waiting in the lobby, wearing a black jacket which was very rare. When he saw him, he took him outside and asked as he walked, "Do you like motorcycles?"
Xia Qi said casually: "Which man doesn't like..." Then as soon as he walked out the door, he blurted out, "Wow——"
I saw a black motorcycle parked in front of me, with a streamlined body, all black in color, and a huge exhaust pipe, like a quiet and beautiful beast.
Yin Lang introduced: "Ducati 1299prnigale R, standard ABS cornering system, 245mm brake disc, dual-piston brake calipers, 11000 revolutions per minute."
Xia Qi's saliva was almost drooling, and he didn't turn his head to ask: "Your?"
Yin Lang: "Yes."
Xia Qi rushed forward to touch without hesitation, but was held back by Yin Lang.
There was a faint smile on the corner of Yin Lang's mouth: "Want to try?"
Xia Qi nodded madly.
Yin Lang let go of Xia Qi: "Then say something nice."
Xia Qi got stuck.
He was hesitating between talking nicely and Ducati, but Yin Lang didn't urge him, and leaned against the wall to smoke.Two passers-by walked by and saw that the car couldn't move, they squealed in amazement several times, and took pictures frantically.
Yin Lang took a puff of smoke and continued to seduce him: "There is no speed limit on German highways, you can drive as fast as you want, do you know?"
Xia Xining was unyielding, swallowed her saliva, and resisted weakly: "I, I know how to do light work..."
Yin Lang nodded: "Okay then, I'll ride a motorcycle, and you can take the bus with them."
He clicked on the side, and there was a bulky bus parked beside it, just the kind of bus exclusive to tourist groups, like a soulless machine floating in the mid-air of the city, not grounded at all.
Xia Qi rushed forward to call Dad, wagging his tail, and said a lot of good things. At this time, a cameraman from the photography team couldn't sleep, and when he saw the motorcycle, he rushed towards him and shouted: "Wow!!! Supercar motorcycle I've only seen it online! Is this color custom? Whose car is this? Can I take a picture?"
Yin Lang pressed the key, the lights of the Ducati lighted up, and the dormant beast woke up, growling in a low voice, waiting for the owner to get on the car.
The cameraman turned his head in shock: "Your?"
Yin Lang nodded.
Yin Lang said: "Later, Xia Qi and I will ride a motorcycle, and you two will take a bus."
The cameraman rubbed his hands excitedly, drooling in starry eyes: "I want to ride too..."
Xia Qi blurted out: "Kua Kua he can ride."
"Tsk," Yin Lang patted Xia Qi's head, "Only your praise is useful."
After breakfast and getting ready to go, Yin Lang helped Xia Qi put on his helmet and gloves, buckle up his knee pads and wrist guards, and protect him from top to bottom.
Xia Qi: "I want to sit in front of you."
Yin Lang: "What are you doing sitting in front of me? It's cold in front. I'll protect you from the wind."
He got into the car and tilted his head slightly: "Hold me."
Xia Qi blushed slightly, and put his arms around Yin Lang's waist from behind.
Ducati is not suitable for two people to ride. Xia Qi and Yin Lang are so close that they can hear each other's heartbeat.
Yin Lang: "Hold tight, ready to go."
Ducati let out a loud roar, and the streamlined body passed the eye sockets of everyone, and rushed to the distance at a high speed.
Xia Qi yelled: "Wow!!!!!!!!!!" The voice drifted farther and farther with the motorcycle.
The film crew stood in front of the bus, drooling with envy.
"I heard that Boss Kua Yin can take this car." The cameraman just now took it seriously.
The men looked at each other: "Then let's praise Mr. Yin."
"Okay, add me."
The first stop in Hamburg, the city center.
The cities in Germany are not big. The city hall and the church are built together, so there is basically no possibility of getting lost.If you get lost, look up. The tallest church is in the direction of the old city, and the tallest skyscraper is in the direction of the new city.
Xia Qi got off the motorcycle, feeling ecstatic, Yin Lang laughed at him: "That's not enough? This is an urban area, I didn't speed up much."
But even if he didn't accelerate much, he still left the bus far behind. When the two got off, the bus still didn't know where it was.
Xia Qi is eager to try: "Brother, can you tilt the car? Will you? Let's try next time?"
Yin Lang flatly refused: "No."
The two found a roadside cafe to sit and wait for someone by the way.
The waitress came in a traditional plaid dress with wine, lighter, coffee, and ice cream in hand.
First pour wine into an empty glass, then turn on the lighter, and the fire will ignite all of a sudden, burning in the glass.
Then the coffee is poured over again, the fire is put out, and finally the ice cream is covered on top and sprinkled with cinnamon.
The waitress smiled at them and stepped back.
Yin Lang raised his chin at him: "Try it, German characteristics."
Xia Qi took a sip, the smell of wine and coffee mixed together strangely, and with the smell of cinnamon, he couldn't help but wrinkled his face: "Hey, I'll go..."
Yin Lang couldn't help but laugh.
The two sat under the sun, which was quite warm even in winter. Someone got married at the gate of the city hall, wearing a small wedding dress, and pushing a bicycle.Their Ducati soon attracted spectators, and Yin Lang didn't care if someone posed in front of the car to take pictures.
Xia Qi pestered Yin Lang: "This car has a lot of horsepower, it should be easy to tilt the front of the car, just try it, your driving skills are so good, you will definitely do it."
Yin Lang still refused.
Xia Qi asked, "Why?"
Yin Lang said: "The snow hasn't melted in winter, the car is easy to skid on the road, and it's carrying you. What if there is an accident. No way."
Xia Qi resentfully took a big gulp of coffee.
The photography team finally arrived, and the two sides met, went to the city hall to play, had a meal at noon, and then went to Michel Church and St. Nicholas Church in the afternoon.
The Church of Michel is holy and bright, and the Church of St. Nicholas has a long history. Because of respect for religion, the photography team only followed one camera. The two visited for a long time before coming out.
In the evening, I ate local special sauerkraut. It was almost 9 o'clock after the recording ended. The filming team was about to return to the hotel. Yin Lang asked Xia Qi, "Want to go for a drive?"
At the end of the day, Xia Qi didn't feel tired at all, and nodded his head like garlic: "Go, go, go!"
It's useless for the director to be worried. The other party is the organizer, so he had to persuade: "Don't drive fast, go to Cologne the day after tomorrow, and drive for 4 hours on the high speed. Some people will go fast."
Yin Lang found a way to go outside the city on his mobile phone, and turned on the navigation: "Okay, let's go for a drive, don't worry," he called Xia Qi, "Come up, let's go."
Xia Qi was elated, and got into the car under the envious eyes of others.
Yin Lang drove all the way, looked at the fountain by the Alster Lake for a while, went to the Port of Hamburg to punch a card, and then drove all the way into a tunnel, shouting: "I'm speeding up!"
Xia Qi didn't hear clearly: "What?"
Ducati let out a low growl, the engine made a pleasant exhaust sound, the lights were left behind, and the speedometer drew a big circle within a few seconds, showing the real speed of the beast, and it whizzed in the dry tunnel with few cars fly by.
Xia Qi shouted excitedly, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"
The tunnel passed quickly, and after exiting the tunnel, Yin Lang slowed down again.
Xia Qi's thoughts were still unfinished: "Do it again? Let's do it again."
Yin Lang passed the intersection, turned a corner, and rushed into the tunnel again.
In the middle of the tunnel, Yin Lang maximized the accelerator, raised his hands, and the front of the Ducati was suspended in the air, raising its front hooves like a reined and arrogant horse, and the rear wheels rotated to the maximum, rubbing smoke on the dry ground .
"Wow!!!!" Xia Qi hugged Yin Lang's waist tightly and shouted excitedly.
The fierce horse's front hooves fell, and it galloped forward at full speed.
Xia Qi took off the helmet, his legs felt weak, and he couldn't finish it: "Brother, you are amazing! That car's nose is too sharp!"
The two returned to Lake Alster, and it was almost 1 o'clock in the evening. There were several bars open in the arcade beside the lake, and the warm light was shining through.
They got out of the car and went into the warm bar to warm up with a glass of stout.
The bar in the middle of the night was unexpectedly lively. As soon as the door was opened, the two exotic faces attracted half of the bar people to look back. It was quiet for a second, and then became noisy again.
Xia Qi ran to the bar, there was someone playing an accordion and cheerful country music, and the men who were too drunk were yelling, slapping the table and shouting, but the German aunt in the bar couldn't hear clearly: "Was?"
Xia Qi repeated loudly in French: "Two glasses of black beer!"
Germans basically know daily French. The German aunt took out two empty draft beer glasses, pointed to the barrel next to it, and shouted angrily: "Go pour it yourself."
Xia Qi poured two glasses of dark beer, and was stopped by someone on the way back to the booth. He looked like Jinli in "The Lord of the Rings", with a long beard, a beer belly, passionate eyes, Say hello in Chinese: "Hello!"
Xia Qi replied in French: "Bonjour."
The other party's eyes lit up, turned around and chatted to the others, and warmly greeted Xia Qi to play with them. The others waved their arms and looked like Jin Li: "Let your boyfriend come to drink with us!"
Xia Qi ran back to the booth and said a few words to Yin Lang, and the two joined their long table with wine glasses.
The Jinli were warmly welcoming, the accordion cheerfully changed its tune, and the man sitting opposite Yin Lang clinked glasses with Yin Lang heavily, murmured something, and all the people next to him booed and cheered.
Xia Qi translated loudly: "He said he wants to drink with you! The loser pays the other party's order!"
Yin Lang raised his wine glass and bumped into the opponent hard, and the people around him cheered.
Xia Qi stood in the middle as the referee: "3, 2, 1, let's go!"
The accordion was beating quickly, and the onlookers gathered and cheered rhythmically in unison. The two held a full draft of beer and poured the wine with their heads up.
Xia Qi watched nervously, and followed the people to clap the tables to cheer. Later, the beer became less and less, and the cheering became faster and faster. Xia Qi shouted in Chinese: "Come on, you are a little faster than him!"
After the last sip, Yin Lang drank it and threw it on the table, leaving the bottom of the cup.Xia Qi stood up and cheered, Jinli and others laughed, the man on the other side shook hands with Yin Lang, and said something loudly to the proprietress.
After a while, Yin Lang changed to another person, who was 1.9 meters long, masculine and handsome, with a long beard braided, and said something in French to Xia Qi.
Xia Qi translated: "He said he wanted to wrestle arms with you."
"He said, whoever wins buys me a beer."
Yin Lang smiled at the other party, took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves: "Come on!"
There was cheering from the table.