Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

A top-end Weasel car is just a stepping stone. Zhuang Xuteng wants the latest and most accurate news about new cars. Dingxin Magic has stolen his brother's hard work and will definitely create products to sell, and its own sales department will definitely get wind of it. Zhuang Xuteng decided to buy the original product of Dingxin Mochuang and compare it with the one Brother Dao had in hand to see how much technology the black-hearted company had stolen and what level of people planned all this. This would be the key to cracking them. The safest way to plan.

Zhuang Xuteng also happens to need a car, not only for transportation, but also for carrying out tasks. The prototype of the Weasel was a high-speed, lightly armored car used to transport important figures in the army behind the battle lines. After being modified for civilian use, the top-of-the-line Weasel-type car has a more comfortable riding experience, the frustration of starting and decelerating is greatly reduced, and the use-and-go characteristics are retained. Especially after increasing the power of the battery and electric motor, its main power source becomes electricity, and its performance at medium and low speeds is better. When high speed is required, a special high-pressure steam engine can provide strong power, allowing it to fly electrically.

"Install a full set of armor protection, including glass and tires." Zhuang Xuteng is willing to pay extra, and the car sales manager is of course willing to earn more. "Change the appearance of this car to look like a mid-range car. I don't need to be ostentatious, and I don't need to be shabby either."

"No problem, the main difference is the wheels." The sales manager calculated the commission this time in his mind. He couldn't help it and was already beaming. "Run-flat tires..."

"It's not explosion-proof, it's bulletproof. It's better to be bomb-proof. Do you know the armored vehicles of the riot control unit? Those tires look so domineering!" Zhuang Xuteng said: "Good tires are like good shoes, representing the most basic sense of security. I I’m not from this industry, and I don’t care how you get the good stuff, just give me the bill and the list of items.”

"Understood! Don't worry, our company is very experienced in this area. Many celebrities order and modify vehicles from me. The streets are not peaceful, and gangsters often burn their brains. A good car is the best bodyguard. Oh. , By the way, our best armored vehicle is the T400, a six-wheeled steam-electric hybrid commercial vehicle."

"I've seen that car before, it's a bit explosive..." Zhuang Xuteng shook his head and said: "Itachi is more suitable for my needs, and I also like this relatively slender model. Well... if you often have this kind of business here, then You should Are you familiar? How long does it take to make a list?"

"Twenty minutes. I'm going to make sure the parts are complete."

"Then I'll wait for you here for twenty minutes." Zhuang Xuteng waved his hand and asked the sales manager to go to work.

In the end, Zhuang Xuteng bought a car for 360,000 euros, plus membership in the "Grapevine Club." The protection of this car... is probably at the same level as the White Beast, but the price is much more expensive than that car. In terms of benefits, the "Armored Weasel" is faster, has a lower profile, and is more suitable for driving in the city than the white beast. As for whether comfort is important, that's a matter of opinion.

After being given an extra overtime pay, the "Armored Weasel" will undergo modifications overnight and will be available to Zhuang Xuteng at noon tomorrow. Zhuang Xuteng is not in a hurry to buy a car, but he wants to maintain the persona of a nouveau riche who "has a lot of money to burn". This will make the sales manager regard him as the easiest target, so that he can get the information earlier and more comprehensively. .

Unexpectedly, his extra payment to pick up the car in advance actually came in handy. The next afternoon, Zhuang Feifei called and asked him to accompany her to shoot a movie.

"It's mainly to let you relax. We haven't seen each other for a long time after my eldest brother died, so I'm worried about you." Zhuang Feifei said on the phone: "My parents called before and said that you were in a low mood when you came home. Let me check it every once in a while - am I here to do a mission? By the way, according to the mercenaries, I am completing a commission."

It's not difficult at all to pick up my sister at the apartment, take her to the shooting location, and then stay with her for the day. Anyway, it was okay now. Zhuang Xuteng happened to drive his new car and arrived at the apartment parking lot half an hour earlier than the agreed time. It was still dark at this time.

Zhuang Feifei now lives alone and rents a single apartment. This place is located in Shangcheng District, only a bridge away from Bai Moji's manor in Taiping District. Many "nearby people" who provide services to residents in Taiping District choose to live in this apartment. Firstly, they like the convenience. In addition, the security here is relatively good, so you don't have to worry too much even if you live alone.

The rent here corresponds to the safety level, which is higher than that of several urban areas further south and west. Fortunately, Zhuang Feifei worked with Bai Moji and gradually accumulated her own resources. Her current income is good and paying the rent here is not a problem. In fact, she could have chosen a more expensive and comfortable place, but she was used to being thrifty and was too lazy to move around.

"You changed your car, huh? It looks pretty... normal. Where did you buy the second-hand car from?"

Zhuang Feifei is still the same as before, especially when Zhuang Xuteng touches her head. After leaving school and entering the society, Zhuang Feifei still dressed as a student, looking fresh and lively. If there were any differences, it would be that she started wearing light makeup and had a pink pearl necklace around her neck, which she would reach out to touch when she was nervous.

"I don't have a boyfriend. I bought this for myself." Zhuang Feifei stretched her neck and showed Zhuang Xuteng the necklace: "I follow Bai Moji to various occasions. Even if I pretend to be an assistant, I have to wear some jewelry. All the things on my fingers and arms interfere with my work. Earrings, nose rings and the like are too troublesome and I have to strain my poor neck."

"Pretending to be a little assistant? Aren't you just a little assistant?"

"I am now a designer, not an assistant anymore - although I still have to do the work of an assistant." Zhuang Feifei shook her head and said with a smile: "In two months, my personal brand will be approved. I can also build my own studio. At that time, Bai Moji and I will have a studio-to-studio relationship, not just a simple employment."

"Oh? It won't affect your existing cooperation, right?"

"No, no, it was actually proposed by Bai Moji first. The studio has added a lot of tax reduction methods for the studio. For example, I can buy a car in the name of the studio, and its fuel consumption is considered as the operating cost. Let me pay less. Then I will hire someone to take care of these chores."

"Wow, you're going to be a small boss? Congratulations!" Zhuang Xuteng reached out and touched Zhuang Feifei's head again and said, "No wonder you haven't bought a car yet, are you waiting for the studio to open?"

"No, the reason I didn't buy a car is that I don't have a driver's license. Although I can drive, I don't have time to take the test." Zhuang Feifei stuck out her tongue with a mischievous expression on her face.

"Well... I know someone who can get a driver's license. It's a real and legal document. You can get it for a little money. You don't need to take a test. But... do you have good driving skills?"

"I can drive it for you!" Zhuang Feifei reached out to grab the car keys, but Zhuang Xuteng raised his hand lightly and dodged it.

"New car! This is not a second-hand car. I won't give you practice!" Zhuang Xuteng opened the door and asked Zhuang Feifei to go in. Then he wondered if he could buy a car for his sister to drive that would not hurt him if it got hit.

Zhuang Feifei pouted and muttered "cheapskate" before getting into the car, but she became less calm after getting in. "This feel, this seat spring, and... wow, you still have an umbrella hidden here, it is actually genuine! This car feels so new, and it also exudes a fresh smell... Brother, this car of yours can't be Was it stolen?"

"If you first accuse me of assembling second-hand cars and then accuse me of stealing, it will probably turn into murder and robbery soon!" Zhuang Xuteng snorted and said: "This car belongs to me, but it also belongs to the studio. I will follow your example. , save some tax.”

"When did the mercenaries pay taxes?" Zhuang Feifei touched and poked here and there, clicking her tongue. "Your car is so new, it feels like no one has ever sat in the back seat. Humph, you can't lie to me. I'm a clothing maker, so I can tell the fabric by just touching it. Brother, that umbrella just now is worth a thousand euros. . This car...can't get it for less than 200,000, right?"

Zhuang Xuteng started the car and turned around and said: "Feifei, I earn enough money for the whole family not to worry about life. Just tell me what you want. My eldest brother is gone, but you still have me, and I will love you twice as much." "

"I know you love me!" Zhuang Feifei tilted her head and said with a smile: "Brother, you have to be nice. I don't need money, but I want brother."

"Yeah." Zhuang Xuteng's answer was concise and to the point. It only takes a simple conversation between the two siblings to understand each other, and they know that each other is trying to live their lives just like their eldest brother wants them to be.

The armored ferret drove quickly on the city roads, and the film and television shooting base was at the place where Zhuang Xuteng and Ge Gongdao once went to collect debts. Zhuang Xuteng parked the car and followed his sister walking on the familiar streets. The restaurant where he and Ge Gongdao rested and discussed plans was still the same, except that the "bank" was changed to "police station". Warning cordons were set up around it, fill lights were set up, and a set of action scenes were being filmed.

"Go through here." Zhuang Feifei led the way and introduced her work. "The movie Bai Mo Ji filmed is a semi-biographical musical, telling the story of a singer who works hard to create and escape poverty. She plays herself, and I play one of her friends. My role is very small, and I am a little troublemaker, but there is no role for me. Bad intentions, mainly to create laughter.”

Create a laugh? If today's movies don't have laughs, they won't be able to sell tickets. "I feel your role is very important!"

"This is not a comedy, it's a musical. I play a clumsy girl in the musical who can't sing and dance. How could it be important?" Zhuang Feifei said: "My most important role is to be hit by the guy who rushes to dance. Fly, and then clap your hands."

"Uh...it won't hurt, right?"

"It's all acting, of course not." Zhuang Feifei walked through the "store" and "garage" and pointed to the "barber shop" in front of her and said: "We're here, it's over there."

There are three projects in operation at the same time in the film and television city. They are separated according to regions and use resources in turn without overlapping with each other. The actors in this crew, including Bai Moji, were resting and preparing in the empty space behind the "barber shop". This was also the rest area for their crew. Zhuang Xuteng saw Bai Moji's container truck. He used the white beast to clear the way and rescued the truck from the collapsed TV station. Taking a closer look, it turns out that it's not just Bai Moji and Zhuang Feifei, but also several familiar faces here.

Zhuang Feifei went to the assistant director to ask for today's work schedule. Since she has very few scenes, usually not one for several days, her main job is still the head of the costume team. It involves actors changing clothes and accessories, and sometimes adjusting body-shaping clothing, so no one is allowed to peek into Zhuang Feifei's work area. Zhuang Xuteng definitely couldn't go in, so he just wandered around the venue. Those who recognized him greeted him and, if not busy, made small talk.

The difficulty in musicals is the effect of singing and dancing. Let alone a set of dances, just one section of the film is often shot multiple times in order to obtain the best effect. Of course the actors will be very tired, and the director, lighting, and camera will not be brisk either. Except for Zhuang Xuteng, who is a complete idler, the costume team is almost the most relaxed - the makeup team has to frequently touch up makeup to repair flaws caused by sweating.

Everything in front of him made Zhuang Xuteng feel novel, and it also allowed him to temporarily escape from worries about revenge, mercenaries, training, etc., so he could relax and watch the joys, sorrows, and joys of others.

"Stuck!" the director roared, and everyone in the audience stopped again. "Why are the cannons shooting off next door again? I told you there will be no action scenes in the morning, so why are they still booming? Who, who, go find them! My drumbeat was all messed up, and one actor was so frightened that he skipped half a beat... ...What is this nonsense?!”

One side is singing and dancing, and the other side is crackling. I feel that this is a true portrayal of Peicheng. The errand boy went to negotiate with the crew next door, and there was a new one here. The director shouted with a loudspeaker: "The sound can be added in post, but the movements must not be wrong! No matter what happens over there, even if there is an explosion, you have to follow the rhythm and dance this group dance! We don't have much time!"

There were a lot of complaints in the venue, after all, this was their sixth reshoot. Zhuang Xuteng has enhanced hearing, so these complaints cannot escape his ears. But he was just like the director, even if he heard it, he pretended not to hear it. It's just a complaint, just say it. If you're not even allowed to say anything, then why don't you take action?

"The movie next door was filming a police movie, and the actors they found were not decent." The man who spoke had been driving behind Zhuang Xuteng on the day the TV station was attacked. He also loved chatting, so he was relatively familiar with him. "I went to see them, and there were so many exaggeratedly strong men, two meters tall, with wrists almost as thick as my waist! They all looked fierce, and when they weren't filming, they were still there banging and lifting, like crazy people."

Zhuang Xuteng frowned slightly and asked, "Did they drink a kind of thick porridge cooked in a big pot?"

"Eh? How do you know?"

"They are probably from gangs. I may have seen them before." Zhuang Xuteng said, "Do they have tattoos? It stands to reason that gang members can recognize them at a glance, right?"

"They wore long sleeves and long pants, so they were all covered up... There was a particularly strong guy among them, who looked like a mountain of muscles. That guy played the role of the villain's top thug, and he had tattoos on his neck. They are real. Gang members? I thought they were all special actors and they were all wearing makeup."