When the crew and the most important role are all decided, the rest of the things can be handled by the people under them.

Including questions about film appointments and so on, naturally someone will contact them.

After a month's absence, Link took Fat Jack to Atlanta again.

The set work in the suburbs is basically in the final stages. As long as Link is satisfied, he can shoot at any time.

Link sat in the car, looking through the window glass at the workers who were carrying various props.

Several fortifications have been piled up on this entire half of the street, and a large crane not far away is loading and unloading a brand new tank.

"Fatty, you're not really going to get a tank, are you?"

Seeing the gray tank, Link asked with a smile.

Fat Jack drove the car and complained, "My little boss, how much does a tank cost?" We're not going to go to war, so we're going to get some tanks. It was just a scrapped tank and repainted. ”

"Hmm." Link nodded with satisfaction: "Looks pretty good." ”

With Fat Jack driving, Link sat in the car and constantly observed the details, most of which were quite reasonable.

When the vehicle travels to a small town near Atlanta, there are even more staff here.

Because some of the big scenes that Link needs have to be filmed here.

As soon as he got out of the car, Link took Fat Jack around, especially the few sets he had specifically pointed out.

For example, there are large areas of scrapped cars on the edge of the town, as well as gas stations and parking lots.

However, this is not Link's main concern, he is most concerned about the 'hospital' that appeared in 'Episode 1'.

Although you see a 'hospital' in the TV series, in fact, only indoor shots will be shot in real hospitals, and outdoor shots are not so troublesome.

First, the filming of "The Walking Dead" will never be allowed to occupy medical facilities for a long time. Even if the hospital wanted to, Link didn't want to do that.

Second, when the protagonist 'Rick' walks out of the hospital, this is the world he faces for the first time. And the perspective of 'Rick' is equivalent to the perspective of the audience.

Link plans to shoot the first big scene in the first episode in that small factory not far away.

At the back of that small factory, there is a big yard. It used to be used to store all kinds of goods, but now it has been cleared out.

Although the 'factory' and the 'hospital' are incompatible, there is nothing unusual in the TV set, which is the charm of television.

"Fatty, come with me."

Link greeted the fat man and walked in that direction.

And the fat man behind him has also not been here for a month, and the huge changes in the scene have made him almost unrecognizable.

The two of them made their way through a large pile of scrapped cars, ahead of them was a grassy downhill road that connected to a narrow road. On the other side of the road is the small factory.

It's just that Link hasn't taken a few steps before he sees an old nǎinǎi with silver hair sweeping a rusty scrapped car with tools.

Link couldn't help but glance at Fat Jack, who shrugged his shoulders and said that he didn't know either, so Link had no choice but to walk over.

"Old nǎinǎi, what are you doing?"

Link saw that the other party was at least seventy years old, and he was really a little afraid of scaring the other party, and even his tone of voice became very light and light, with a smile on his face.

Old Nǎinǎi turned around slowly, and glanced at Link suspiciously, holding a small shovel in his left hand, a towel in his right hand, and a stainless steel bucket at his feet, which was filled with turbid water.

"Young man, are you calling me?"

The silver-haired old nǎinǎi's voice was a little hoarse, and on his kind face full of wrinkles, there was a jǐngti god sè.

Link scratched his head in embarrassment: "Hello old nǎinǎi, these cars are useless, you don't have to wipe them anymore." ”

"Who said it was useless." The silver-haired old nǎinǎi glared at Link a little angrily: "You can't be the reporter of some newspaper or TV station, right?" ”

"Journalists?" Link was even more confused, and couldn't explain with a little crying and laughing: "You misunderstood, we are not reporters. ”

"Oh, that's good." The silver-haired old nǎinǎi continued to clean up as he spoke, first using a small shovel to remove the rust, and then wiping it with a towel very carefully.

As if talking to himself, he was still nagging: "A few days ago, a lot of reporters often rushed over and asked this and that. Later, I saw the woman on the TV, and she would often say that Mr. Link should stop making American dramas. Are you angry? ”

Old nǎinǎi said, and glanced back at Link, as if asking Link's opinion.

Then he began to muttered slowly: "In the past few years, the economy has been sluggish, and almost all of my sons and daughters have lost their jobs, and the children in the family are still young. Although there is a zhèngfǔ relief money that can be received, it is still too little. ”

Link, who was standing on the side, for some reason, listened to the nagging of the silver-haired old nǎinǎi, and walked up a little involuntarily, took the small shovel in the other party's hand, and helped her clean it up together.

The silver-haired old nǎinǎi smiled at him: "Young man, if you were a reporter, would you not let Mr. Link make American dramas?" ”

Link shook his head.

"That's it." The silver-haired old nǎinǎi saw Link shaking his head, obviously very happy, and said with a smile: "Look at these cars, and those things there, they were all helped by the people in our town, and the salary is eighty dollars." ”

The silver-haired old nǎinǎi became more and more happy the more he spoke: "So I was thinking, although these cars look unusable, they can't be made dirty......"

The silver-haired old nǎinǎi was still talking, as if he hadn't said so much in a long time.

But Link had already fallen silent, and for some reason, he suddenly realized that what he was doing suddenly had an indescribable sense of responsibility.

One old and one young, just chatting while cleaning up rust and stains.

I don't know how long it took for the scrapped car to finally be cleaned up.

The silver-haired old nǎinǎi looked at the results of his work and smiled very happily.

"I finally cleaned up this one today."

Link also smiled, the scrapped car in front of him that had been scraped off the rust and revealed the silver-white sè body, still looked so ugly. The twisted body of the car left only a skeleton.

However, Link suddenly felt that this car had a special beauty.

The place where the silver-white body was exposed, still shining with dazzling brilliance in the sun, was a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times more brilliant than anything gorgeous!

Link silently pulled out the check, wrote down the number, and handed the silver-haired old nǎinǎi along with the rust-stained shovel.

"What is this?"

The silver-haired old nǎinǎi squinted his eyes and looked at it, but he was too old to see clearly at all.

"Old nǎinǎi, you put it away, here's my phone number. When you get back, you can give it to your children. ”

Hearing Link's explanation, the silver-haired old nǎinǎi nodded with a smile: "Young man, you are really good, I will definitely let my son contact you." ”

Seeing the silver-haired old nǎinǎi turn around to leave, Link suddenly asked, "Old nǎinǎi, do you think the American drama that you want to shoot in this place can be successful?" ”

"Yes, why not."

Old nǎinǎi laughed as he carried the bucket and walked away.

Looking at the other party's figure, Link suddenly felt that his eyes were already a little moist. The words that the silver-haired old nǎinǎi said before leaving, still echoed in his ears.

Fat Jack came over boredly: "Little boss, what to do with this garbage truck?" This kind of look can't appear in the camera at all. ”

"It's not garbage." Link said firmly, "This is my collection, it's a priceless treasure!" I'll treasure it forever and ever. ”

Link looked up at the bright blue sky and smiled slowly.

"Yes, why not."

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