Chapter 605 Cute Girl Appears! (3rd Update!)

After receiving the conveyed order, Hu Bing did not dare to neglect, packed his luggage as quickly as possible, took the director with him, took the southward car, and followed the cold air from the south to Liancheng.

Here, he saw another person who he loved and hated.

Lin Yu, the chairman of Rheinsteel and the top villain in the staff department.

I love it because the episodes in which Lin Yu participated in the TV series had extremely high ratings. When doing the show, Lin Yu had his own rhythm. All he had to do was follow his rhythm and mess around, and the show would be over.

I hate it because people who have watched several episodes of the show are all here for Lin Yu. With Lin Yu gone, the ratings of the next few episodes of the show have dropped. The other people invited on the show are like dead people. .

Holding the script, just like the pig herder, if you knock the stick, the people will move. If you don't knock, they will not move.

Totally boring.

The main driver of 66666 watched Hu Bing climb into the passenger seat and sit down, buckle his seat belt as he moved the gear lever forward with his right hand, stepped on the accelerator with his right foot, and gently released the clutch with his left foot, and the vehicle set off.

The windows were not completely closed, and the biting cold wind poured in through the gaps, making people instantly look decades younger.

Lin Yu's voice also flowed into Hu Bing's ears along with the cold wind:

"This time, in addition to you, there are also several teachers from CCTV 7."

"They tend to use telephoto and wide-angle lenses to make things very small."

"And your task is the same as theirs, using a telephoto and wide-angle lens to make things smaller, but there is a little difference from them, that is, your things should be naughty."

"When the film is finally completed, our ship will be given various cute logos and paired with youthful music."

"Theirs put it on formal occasions, and yours is played on the radio and on the Internet."

After a few words, Hu Bing remembered the video that Lin Yu sent to him at the air show some time ago.

In those days, as soon as he got up and saw the plane, happy sounds would ring in his ears.

"Cute girl, cute girl, we are all cute girls!"

He leaned weakly on the chair and pressed his ears with both hands. He slowly turned his head, looked at Lin Yu with a look of despair, and asked in a low voice:

"Can we not do this?"

Lin Yu, who was driving, was slightly startled, his head lowered slightly, his eyes looking straight ahead, and thinking at the same time.

After a moment, he asked with erratic words: "Have you seen the AFP film?"

"If you can do what they look like, you can make serious movies."

After this sentence, Hu Bing was silenced.

Agence France-Presse, the full name of French Press Agency, was founded in 1944. It is one of the four major news agencies in the world along with Reuters, Associated Press and United Press.

The predecessor was the "Havas News Agency" founded by Charles Havas in 1835.

It is also the oldest among the four major news agencies.

The photos they took were known for their iron-blooded and domineering nature.

The shooting angle is extremely tricky and fast. No matter what kind of photo it is, as long as it is taken by them, it will have a strong imperial atmosphere.

There is only one sentence to summarize the photos and videos taken by AFP on the Internet.

Even if he was beaten by Germany for a few days, he would not be able to capture this taste.

Unfortunately, as a normal person who graduated from the journalism major and then worked in the propaganda department under the General Staff Department, Hu Bing could not find the flavor of AFP, nor could the directors and cameras he brought with him. smell.

Pursing his lips tightly and going through all this in his mind, Hu Bing stretched out his hand to press down the car window. Taking advantage of the cool breeze blowing through the window, he let out a sharp sigh:

"Okay, I'd better make that kind of happy movie!"

The vehicle slowly stopped as he sighed, and several sentries with guns came forward. They checked documents, personnel, the bottom of the car, and the trunk. They made sure that Adu was not under the car, and then they waved to let him go.

After driving some distance further along the road, a larger door appeared in front of everyone.

The sentry in front of the gate checked again, but there was still no Adu.

The electronic gate slowly opened and the convoy entered.

The moment the vehicle drove in, Hu Bing was stunned.

He raised his head and looked around, and what he saw were a dozen huge factories.

After a moment, he cast his gaze in the direction of the sea.

In front of the sight, close to the sea, there are a large number of cranes and even taller gantry cranes.

The lights on the gantry crane are on, and below the gantry crane are several ships.

The few ships near the land have not been completed yet. Only the outermost one has removed all its supports, leaving only one hull. It looks lonely, but it stands there very stubbornly.

The overall color of this ship is white, it is very tall, large and long.

Even America's boat is not this big, not this high, and not this long.

If you look carefully through the light, you can see many people getting on and off the ship, very busy.

The vehicle also stopped at this time, and the lights shone straight ahead.

After staring for about 10 minutes, Hu Bing withdrew his gaze and fell on Lin Yu beside him. He was very excited and asked incoherently:

"That's our guided missile destroyer?"

"yes!"

"Shouldn't the video of this kind of ship entering the water and sea trials be highly confidential? Why would you want us to shoot a promotional video?"

"I should have kept my foibles to myself, but there was no other way. America lost a president and a vice president in one day. Everyone was very nervous, so I could only show my fists."

"Okay!"

After responding again, Hu Bing stopped talking and pushed the door to get out of the car. He walked to the front, standing straight like a pine tree, and looked at the boat in the distance.

A series of footsteps sounded behind him. It was the other people in the station.

A few people stood there together, staring blankly into the distance.

No one spoke.

Because they didn't know how to describe everything in front of them.

Because they were afraid that it was a dream, and they were afraid that if they spoke, they would wake up from this dream. In the dream, they were the protagonists, but once they woke up from the dream, they would really wake up.

They didn't speak, and Lin Yu, who slowly appeared behind them, spoke:

"Your task is only to take pictures of the boat. Don't take pictures of other things, and don't take pictures of the staff here."

"I'll say this first to save you trouble later."

After saying what he wanted to say, he also stood by and watched quietly, listening to the sound of the waves.

After more than ten minutes, he spoke again: "Let's go, I'll take you to rest first, and we'll start work tomorrow morning."

Lying on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, Hu Bing still felt that the scenes he had just seen were unreal, and he still felt that this was a dream.

Staring at the ceiling for a long time with his eyes wide open, he suddenly spoke to the dark ceiling:

"Teacher Shen, what we just saw is not fake, right?"

The director Shen Ming, who was in the lower bunk, was also staring at the ceiling like him.

Hearing this sudden question, Shen Ming muttered: "Go to sleep, sleep until tomorrow morning, when the sun rises, everything will be clear."

This answer made Hu Bing slightly stunned.

Immediately, he felt that his question was very naive and very funny.

This is a dream. If you are really afraid that this dream will be broken, then sleep well and enjoy this dream.

No matter what, there will be a day when you wake up from the dream.

He stopped staring at the ceiling and slowly closed his eyes.

Three hours later, it was 3 o'clock in the morning.

He spoke to Shen Ming on the lower bunk again: "Teacher Shen, are you asleep?"

The next second, Shen Ming's words rang out: "No, do you want to pee?"    …………

A new day, the moment Hu Bing opened his eyes, he immediately looked out the window.

The dormitory building was built in a leeward position, and looking out the window, a white corner could be vaguely seen.

That was the white hull!

It was not a dream!

Rubbing his dark blue eyes, he got out of bed in a daze, and stepped on Shen Ming with one foot. A pig-killing scream sounded, followed by Shen Ming's curse:

"Hu Bing, you're dead, I said!"

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Hu Bing's crew arrived at the designated location carrying the equipment, but the best position had been taken by the crew of Agricultural Channel 7.

In order to get a better film, they could only wait on the side.

And Hu Bing was not idle either. He quietly came behind the crew of Channel 7 to learn from them.

In the picture not far away, a neat team of navy passed by the warship full of small red flags.

This is a picture that looks normal.

But when Hu Bing leaned his head to the director, he found that in the director's lens, the ship in front of him, which was 10 stories high, was almost as high as the ship's side.

And the height of the entire ship would not exceed two people at most.

Looking at the picture in the camera, Hu Bing couldn't help but stand up and give a thumbs up to the ship in front of him.

After a simple calculation, he found that there was not much error in the data he guessed, and the ship was at least 10 stories high.

After getting this data, he tilted his head and looked at the picture in front of the director.

This ship is at most only one and a half people high!

It's...

Quite outrageous.

As they were shooting, snowflakes floated on the shore. The tiny white snowflakes, coupled with the white ship and the light blue sea, had an indescribable style.

The director of the seventh set shot for a while, packed up the team and left, and Hu Bing and Shen Ming began to shoot with all their heart and soul.

The filming lasted until the evening, when a group of people finished work and went back to edit the film.

The boat under the fine snow looked a little more lonely and solemn in the photo.

This temperament did not match the sound source given by Lin Yu.

After thinking for a long time, Hu Bing raised the tone of the sound source and forced it into a strong man's voice. He tried to adjust it for a long time and made this strong man's voice look 80% similar to Li Kui. Only then did he move on to the next step with satisfaction.

Integrate the sound source and the film source and click to play.

The boat on the shore in the snow, Li Kui's cute girl voice sounded in the sound of the waves.

Refreshing!

After exporting the sample film, he couldn't wait to find Lin Yu with the sample film.

At this moment, Lin Yu was nestling in the director's office of the shipyard, chatting with several other people.

Looking at the sample film he handed over, a group of people gathered around curiously.

After more than ten minutes, everyone around the computer was silent.

They didn't know how to evaluate this sample.

But they all knew that this sample was very artistic, at least as high as a 10-story or even a 9-story building!

After waiting anxiously for a long time, Hu Bing finally got Lin Yu's reply.

"Very good! Publish it!"

So, on the evening of December 8, in the last few minutes of the news broadcast.

Suddenly, a picture appeared.

It was a team of navy, marching in neat steps, slowly passing in front of a ship.

And the name of the ship was Guangdong Province.

In the picture, the ship was only two people tall and did not look big.

This picture was only about 30 seconds, and the camera was always close to the ship, and not much could be seen.

But even so, it made countless people daydream.

Because, in the active navy, there is no such ship.

And the only news related to this ship came from the air show a few days ago, from the boss of a company called Rheinsteel, the young man himself.

The 15,000-ton missile destroyer is almost finished.

The name is Guangdong Province!

Thinking of this little connection, countless people went crazy. They searched frantically on the Internet, shuttled between various forums, looking for clues.

But no matter how they searched, the information they found was all news from the air show.

At this time, the news broadcast was over.

The always unserious Industrial Channel inserted a new picture.

On a snowy day, several shoes appeared. They were neatly arranged navy patrolling.

The camera slowly moved up from the shoes and landed on the boat next to it.

The boat looked only one and a half meters tall, and the name of the boat was Guangdong Province.

The hull number was 101.

The camera paused at this moment, and an anthropomorphic face suddenly appeared in the camera, on the boat.

It looked a little shy, like a girl.

Then, the anthropomorphic face began to move, just like an ordinary person opening his mouth to sing.

After a while, Li Kui's voice came from the speaker.

"Cute girls, cute girls, we are all cute girls! Pretty cute girls!"

The 90-degree right-angle turn made countless people stunned. They wanted to turn off the TV and not watch this unorthodox picture, but their hands just didn't move, and their eyes didn't care, and they stared at the boat motionlessly.

After a cute girl song, some trucks quietly entered from the left side of the camera, and finally stopped beside the big ship.

The crane that followed the truck also opened its boom and began to lift the things on the truck.

One rectangular long cylinder after another.

There were several colors.

Just one look, the audience in front of the TV could no longer move their eyes away.

Missiles!

Those were missile boxes!

There was an endless stream of vehicles, at least hundreds of rounds!

This film was very long, more than three hours, and until the last scene fell, the trucks were still slowly arriving.

That night, countless people were drunk and dreaming.

America, White grabbed a piece of intelligence and kicked open the door of the office of the head of the Pentagon's intelligence department.

Throwing the document on the table, he pointed at the other person's nose and cursed:

"You took the country's funds, but you don't do anything, right?"

"Just watch China build such a big ship?"

The head of the intelligence department looked up and glanced at the document, then shrugged his shoulders indifferently:

"Dear Mr. White, if we don't watch them build the ship, do we have to bite their ass?"