More than a dozen barrels of gasoline burned at the same time, causing an explosion that even knocked Song Wenbin to the ground 50 meters away. Fortunately, he was driving against the side of the road, and he couldn't drive too fast with his two sisters, but after a few consecutive rolls, he rolled onto the grass on the side of the road.

The moment he got up from the ground, Song Wenbin's eyes widened, and he stared blankly at the flames that rose to the sky in front of him, the flames flew up twenty meters high, burning wildly on the ground, and the heat wave on his face could almost scorch people's skin.

But even such a high temperature did not make Song Wenbin wake up, and the huge shock had already made him lose his mind.

Fortunately, the motorcycle team that was moving forward together was very experienced in this kind of thing, and they stopped the car and rushed over, dragging Song Wenbin and the motorcycle who were paralyzed on the ground away, and dragged them away from the fire.

After staying away from the sea of fire, Song Wenbin kept staring at the burning flames, and there seemed to be some magic in the flames, almost sucking his soul away.

I don't know how long it took, the flame finally stopped bursting, and an old fire truck slowly came to the city on the side, spraying dry powder on the flame, and the flame was extinguished.

After the billowing black smoke cleared, the motorcycle had been burned to the iron frame, and the black guy who had been in high spirits a second ago had already turned into black charcoal, entangled with a pile of burnt plastic, and could no longer distinguish each other.

Song Wenbin had been standing not far away, standing with a group of onlookers of black people, motionless. It wasn't until Sutina pushed his shoulders in quick succession that he came back from his state of absence.

"Huh?"

He looked at Sutina.

Sutina whispered with a pale face, "Someone wants to talk to you." ”

"Who's going to talk to me?"

Sutina let go of her body, it turned out to be an oil carrier in a convoy with the black brother, he stood in front of Song Wenbin, his face was calm and calm, his hands were neatly gesturing, and he was talking about words that Song Wenbin couldn't understand.

After he finished speaking, Su Tina translated for Song Wenbin: "He said that this little brother died because he helped you carry oil, so he hopes that you can compensate this little brother and his family with some money." ”

"What?"

Song Wenbin didn't even react.

The black guy held up a finger.

Sutina said, "A thousand dollars." ”

.......

.......

Half an hour later, the oil truck arrived at the three vehicles that broke down in the field, and the oil carriers not only delivered the oil, but even thoughtfully filled up the fuel for Song Wenbin, tied the spare fuel tank, and then left suddenly.

Although Song Wenbin solved the fuel problem, his mood was not any better, and he did not speak for the whole morning after that. No one in the convoy spoke, just followed Sutina's car.

When it was noon and the film crew began to eat, Song Wenbin got out of the car alone, walked to the wilderness on the side of the road, lit a cigarette and smoked it. After smoking three or four cigarettes in a row, he still felt a little blocked in his heart.

What happened in just a few days has already made Song Wenbin feel like he is in a different world, and what happened during the filming of the show exceeded his expectations, which is no longer at the same level as the outdoor live broadcast he used to shoot alone, and it is a cost thing.

At this time, Sutina walked over from the side.

Song Wenbin didn't say anything when he saw her coming.

Su tina took out a roll of banknotes from her pocket, counted them, and then handed them to Song Wenbin, "Three hundred thousand naira, this is my share with Huo Yu." ”

Song Wenbin took it and put it in his pocket.

Probably seeing that Song Wenbin was uncomfortable, Sutina asked, "Are you okay?" ”

Song Wenbin looked at Su Tina, she didn't seem to be affected too much, although she was also at the scene of the explosion at the time, but her recovery speed was faster than Song Wenbin, and at this moment she could already comfort others.

Seeing that Song Wenbin looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, Su Tina tilted her head and said, "Are you feeling sorry for that black brother, don't think about it, you don't owe him anything." ”

Song Wenbin shook his head and couldn't help but sigh: "I'm not thinking about this, I... I was just.... I don't understand what exactly is being done now, why did I run to Africa... What's the point of this kind of show..."

Sutina was stunned for a moment and said, "Aren't we promoting culture?" ”

"Huh?"

Song Wenbin raised his head sluggishly, with a ghostly expression.

"Propaganda culture."

Sutina whispered, "That's what they told us. ”

Song Wenbin waved his hand gloomily, spit out a cigarette and said, "I also believe this kind of thing... We're just advertising cars and selling products... By the way, make a show for the audience to watch us suffer, so that they can have lunch and eat a little more... That's all, there's no such thing as a tall one. ”

"Not really."

Sutina said seriously: "Although it may indeed be just for dinner, if others can choose to use you for dinner, it will definitely be a recognition of you." ”

Song Wenbin didn't know what to say, he felt that Su Tina had not been beaten by society at all to say such ignorant and even somewhat naïve words, but thinking that people had returned to normal, but he was still smoking here, and he couldn't help but feel that he was far inferior to Su Tina.

"I don't want to think about it, how many kilometers are there?" He asked, a little irritably.

"There are still two hundred kilometers to go."

"Let's go, I hope there won't be any more accidents." Song Wenbin said.

......

......

However, the African continent did not let Song Wenbin get his wish, it did not want to let go of Song Wenbin, nor did it want to let go of Song Wenbin's car. In the afternoon, the unexpected came without an accident.

After months of drought, the sky suddenly began to rain lightly. It was only a light rain, but it immediately turned Africa's roads into a terrible quagmire.

Soon, the three of them stopped the car in unison.

A path appeared in front of them that silenced all three of them.

The road ahead is ravines and bumps, and a 50s Mercedes truck full of goods is trudging through the road.

The road that had been run over by a big truck was as hideous as the muscles on Ronnie Kuhlman's body at his peak.

The successive predicaments made Huo Yu almost crazy, she picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Why can't these people repair the road?" Is this a human prescribe? ”

Su tina didn't speak, Song Wenbin didn't speak, no one knew why they didn't repair, the answer might be complicated, but they had to drive over now.

"Let's go." Sutina volunteered to drive the H6 and slowly stepped forward: "Let's just don't fall into the ditch." ”

Having said that, when they drove into the unprecedented bad road, the heavy red dirt instantly stained the tires of the three cars, causing the tires to keep slipping, and the already bumpy potholes began to climb in exponential exponentials after encountering water.

Especially Huo Yu's low-chassis MG, when he passed some muddy hurdles, even the engine smoked, and the frantic wheels constantly sprayed the soil to the Wuling Hongguang in the rear, and pasted Song Wenbin's window into a rotten yellow.

Song Wenbin didn't scold or not, so he could only try to stay away from her.

However, his vision was blurred and his feet were unstable, Song Wenbin only felt that the vehicle was crooked, and then scolded: "! ”

Before he had run thirty meters, his Wuling Hongguang was crooked in the pit at forty-five degrees.

The two girls in front heard the scolding and quickly got out of the car.

Song Wenbin climbed out of the door with difficulty, standing on the inclined body, his heart was full of powerlessness.

What exactly are you doing?

But at this time, like a shark smelling blood, four or five black brothers suddenly came out of the surrounding woods, and they pointed at Wuling Hongguang and said something to Song Wenbin.

Sutina said happily: "These little brothers let you sit in the car, and they help you push." ”

Song Wenbin looked coldly, he didn't feel happy at all, just sat in the car silently and took out some naira banknotes from his pocket. Sure enough, after everyone worked together to push the car out, the black brothers were by the window, babbling something.

Song Wenbin didn't wait for Su Tina to translate, so he stuffed the banknote in his hand irritably.

After getting out of trouble, the three continued. However, in the face of Africa's post-rain road, one escape is only the beginning of the next one.

Not long after, Huo Yu and Sutina also fell into the ditch.

And this time, even the black people who came to help couldn't get the car out of the way. Song Wenbin had no choice but to ask the black man to borrow a shovel and shovel away the clay from Sutina's wheels. It took an hour and a half to get out of trouble.

In the face of Song Wenbin's predicament, the program team still implemented their true principles and had no idea of helping. In fact, in such a road surface, even the program team's Hilux and Land Rover could not escape the fate of falling. Once they fall into a ditch, hours of rescue work await them.

Even the pampered and simple director took out a shovel without reservation in the catastrophic road like Africa, shoveled dirt under the fallen wheels with a group of photographers, and kept rescuing the car.

Some people are sad and some are happy, there are already experienced blacks waiting in the woods and fields on the side, and every time the car in Song Wenbin's convoy gets stuck in a ditch, a black man will come out to push the cart. Of course, there is a charge every time, ranging from a few hundred to thousands of nairas.

However, even if he was briefly pushed away, his car would collapse again after a certain distance. And so on and so forth, and so on, and again, and again, and again, and so on.

The patience of the three was consumed all the time in this war of attrition, and Song Wenbin had lived in China for 25 years and never imagined that there was such a backward infrastructure in the world.

For a whole day, they had only advanced less than 30 kilometers, and the first 25 kilometers of those 30 kilometers had not rained, and in fact, they had advanced less than 5 kilometers six hours after the road began to be muddy.

However, the blacks around him seemed to be accustomed to it, and they even comforted Song Wenbin, telling him that this is a common thing, and that this is the way to Africa.

Those people didn't lie, along the way, there can be trucks, vans, pickups, motorcycles, sedans stuck on the ground everywhere, and there is hardly a car that does not get stuck in the road.

From the initial anger, to impatience, to swearing, to helpless questioners to borrow wooden planks, lay tires, and shovel dirt, after countless collapse and cursing, Song Wenbin actually found that he had forgotten what happened in the morning, and began to shovel mud on the ground honestly.

Huo Yu and Su Tina, who were walking with him, had long lost the image of a beautiful woman, they were covered in mud and rain and fought under the wheels, Su Tina could still take the time to pour mineral water on Huo Yu and his face, laughing happily. This made Song Wenbin unable to understand how her heart grew.

It's a pity that people can stand the car but can't.

After driving away from the desperate Ronnie Kuhlman road, Song Wenbin's Wuling Hongguang was overwhelmed, and the abnormal noise in the car became more and more serious, and even when driving on flat ground, it would shake abnormally, and the driving of the vehicle became more and more difficult.

As a last resort, he left the car and lay on the muddy road to check, and found that the vehicle's propeller shaft had failed and was dripping oil.

In order to reduce the damage to the vehicle, Song Wenbin could only reluctantly drive the car, rubbing forward at a very slow speed, hoping to find a site for them to repair before the vehicle was completely scrapped.

It didn't take long for him to drive, but he saw Su Tina's Harvard and Huo Yu's MG parked on the side of the road, motionless, and Song Wenbin asked on the walkie-talkie, "What happened?" ”

"The gearbox is broken, and the gear shift is not responding."

Sutina said helplessly over the radio.

Song Wenbin knew that the H6 had been overhauled and there was a problem with the gearbox, so he got out of the car and showed her. After inspection, it was found that the gearbox was flooded, and the waterproof performance of this old Harvard was not ideal, and the rubber ring and everything were aged. It may be that the previous owner had used this car off-road, causing the vehicle to be soaked.

Song Wenbin brought a wrench and helped her disassemble the gearbox, and the three of them reinstalled it after a little cleaning next to the H6, and the vehicle was slightly normal.

But the good times didn't last long, and not long after the three of them drove forward again, Huo Yu's MG also had problems, it frequently turned off the fire, almost every kilometer it drove to turn off.

Song Wenbin had no choice but to get out of the car again to help check it, and found that there was a problem with the gasoline pump, which may have been a short circuit and could not work normally.

In the face of this problem, Song Wenbin couldn't help it, so he could only continue to move forward slowly.

drove all the way to more than seven o'clock in the evening, and Song Wenbin finally drove his Wuling Hongguang, which had a speed of only five kilometers per hour, to the nearest town.

After looking at a repair shop, I found that the screws on the drive shaft were shaken off several times, and if I shook it a little further, I was afraid that the whole car would fall apart. Not only that, but the four tires of the vehicle have reached the limit after nearly 1,000 kilometers of crazy tests, and even the surface lines have been polished clean.

Asked about the price of tires again, Song Wenbin was even more shocked, life here is backward, the price of tires is high, a tire costs more than 700, and in China, Song Wenbin thinks that it may be 350 yuan can be done.

Song Wenbin bargained with the black shopkeeper in the store, and after a while, Sutina also came over, she asked the black man in the store to rent a rope and went out again, about half an hour later, she drove the H6 to drag Huo Yu's necrotic MG back with the oil pump.

The black brother in the repair shop looked at so many cars that he couldn't close his mouth with a smile, he opened the hood of Huo Yu Mingjue, tossed inside for a moment, and then straightened up and communicated with Huo Yu with a smile.

After some exchange, Huo Yu's face became ugly.

She walked up to Sutina and patted her on the shoulder, Sutina understood, and walked to the door of the repair shop with Huo Yu, Huo Yu looked at the dark sky, and whispered, "I have no money." ”

Sutina was stunned, but then she understood.

Among the three-person cars, Huo Yu's car is the most expensive, which also causes her budget to be the lowest among the three, and she only has three thousand yuan from beginning to end.

"How much does it cost?"

Sutina asked in a whisper.

“300。”

"Renminbi?"

"Yes."

"Don't you have any 300 dollars?"

After a moment of silence, Huo Yu said lightly: "No." ”

Su Tina was silent, she turned her head to look at Song Wenbin, who was busy under the Wuling Hongguang chassis in the repair shop, and said, "We need to talk." ”