Hearing Director Gao's words, the staff of the photography team reopened the folder and brought up the last scene taken by Meng Fu.

"That's it," Gao Dao pointed to the camera that specializes in shooting close-up shots of the chandelier, "pull back." ”

Although the staff didn't know what Gao Dao was doing, they also dragged the progress back.

On the screen, there is a scene of the chandelier falling.

The nylon rope on it was instantly broken, and the non-traveling speed of the rubber bullet was too fast, and Gao Dao didn't see it clearly.

He pointed to this scene, said to the staff, and again: "Can you slow down a little?" Slow as you can. ”

Although the staff didn't understand what Gao Dao wanted to do, they did it.

This segment is cut out and slowed down by another 100 times.

The crew's camera lenses are all high-definition, and under this kind of high-speed lens, not to mention slowing down 100 times, even if it is slowed down 1000 times, it can be handled.

Gao Dao watched this video motionlessly.

When the lens is slowed down by 100 times, you can't see the shape of the rubber bullet, but you can see the trajectory of the rubber bullet, and from this angle of the camera, you can see the rubber bullet flying directly towards the rope of the chandelier.

Collided with the nylon rope of the chandelier.

Under the lens slowed down by 100 times, you can even see that the nylon rope slowly bends into an arc, and finally is broken by rubber bullets.

After the lamp swayed from side to side twice, the rope broke, and the crystal lamp slowly fell.

The lethality of rubber bullets is not as great as that of ordinary bullets, but it is also lethal within 100 meters, so when Meng Fu was filming these, Gao Dao specially instructed her to open into the sky.

The staff was already wondering why Director Gao suddenly asked her to adjust the camera, but when he saw this scene, he opened his mouth wide, "Director Gao, this is ...... This ......"

Is this Meng Fu actually a sharpshooter of the special forces, right?!

The crystal lamp had just fallen, and all the staff who shot the camera did not suspect how the lamp fell.

Now Gao Dao has slowed down a hundred times, and the scene of the rubber bullet breaking through the nylon rope makes the staff can't help but burst into foul language.

"I knew ......" Gao Dao looked at this scene, and also exhaled deeply, and his eyebrows jumped.

He just heard what the props team said, and he felt that something was wrong.

Of course, in the process of coming, he also thought about what an accident happened, but when he really saw the rubber bullet flying from Meng Fu hit the sling, Gao Dao's hand couldn't help but tremble.

"Director Gao, you're looking for someone from the special forces, right?" The staff was filming Meng Fu, so they naturally knew that the process of Meng Fu's shooting was in the process of her falling from the second floor.

Not to mention how thin the light rope is, just shooting in the process of Meng Fu jumping down again, this is really a bit of a special training.

If this situation appears in a movie or on an occasion such as a special training exercise, then most people can still accept it.

can really appear in the eyes of ordinary people like high-speed staff, this shock is beyond words.

Director Gao sat on the chair let out by the staff, watched the camera again, and finally took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it for himself.

He bit his cigarette and took two puffs before he regained his senses: "This scene is kept, and our program team even saves special effects." ”

"I know." The staff also looked at this shot, if it weren't for the fact that the show was still filming in the secrecy period, he would have wanted to steal this part of the video and upload it to the Internet.

On the computer, the scene of the rubber bullet passing through the rope plays again.

Gao Dao hissed, and couldn't help but be curious about Meng Fu, her kung fu is so good, and she even shoots so accurately, has she been specially trained before?

Gao Dao didn't believe that Meng Fu had practiced marksmanship only when he participated in that kind of shooting club.

If any club can practice like this, then those special training camps should not be mixed.

He stayed in the studio for half an hour, and when he went back, he dialed another phone call to the staff: "Is there any information about Meng Fu's original?" Give me a copy. ”

**

Meanwhile.

T City at home.

When Yu Zhenling and the others came back from dinner, it was close to half past ten.

Jiang Xinran also went back to Jiang's house every time today, sitting on the sofa downstairs at Yu's house.

"What did Mrs. Tong just tell you?" Yu Yong put down the key and looked at Yu Zhenling.

Yu Zhenling shook her head, she poured herself a cup of tea, paused, and then lowered her eyes, "Mrs. Tong asked me if Meng Fu would be perfumery." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Xinran, who was talking and laughing with Yu Yong, paused suddenly.

She turned to Yu Zhenling.

Perfumery, which is basically out of reach for ordinary people.

Jiang Xinran only learned about this matter after Tong Eryu went to the capital.

Yu Zhenling's whole person is also a little absent-minded, she has Meng Fu's information, in the information, not to mention Meng Fu, there is not even a person in Wanmin Village who can make fragrances, how can she do this?

Although Mrs. Tong seemed to say it inadvertently, Yu Zhenling always remembered it in her heart.

A scheming person like Mrs. Tong shouldn't just ask a word casually.

Especially in the past two days, Yu Zhenling also has some understanding of the Jiang family's affairs.

She was holding her mobile phone, and there was Meng Fu's phone on the phone, but Meng Fu had already blocked her number, Yu Zhenling thought about it, walked to the landline of Yu's house, and dialed Meng Fu with the landline.

The phone rang, and Yu Zhenling's heartbeat suddenly became a little faster.

After two rings, the phone was picked up, not Meng Fu's voice, but her agent.

Yu Zhenling calmed down, "I'm Meng Fu's mother, can you let her answer the phone?" ”

On the other end of the phone, hearing Meng Fu's mother, Zhao Fan frowned, she naturally remembered Meng Fu's not very likable mother, "Wait a minute." ”

She looked at the bathroom.

Meng Fu happened to be wiping his hair and came out of the bathroom.

Zhao Fan directly handed the phone to Meng Fu.

Meng Fu didn't look at who it was, put the phone to his ear with one hand, and continued to wipe his hair with the other: "Hey? ”

Hearing Meng Fu's cold voice, Yu Zhenling came back to her senses, she paused before she spoke: "Fu'er, I'm my mother, you tell me honestly, you ...... You know how to perfume, right? ”

Beside Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran's hand holding the cup paused.