"Twenty-eight thousand Sony professional movie cameras..."
"Sanyo lens eight thousand three..."
"One thousand and five microphones..."
"..."
November 2005.
A nightmare bill appeared in front of Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang's hand holding the bill was trembling slightly, and at the same time, something was stuck deep in his throat, making him unable to make any sound.
It was already late autumn, but Zhou Yang's palms were still sweating.
He lowered his head and never raised it. He looked very nervous, with a lingering feeling of fear after a car accident, but he tried hard to keep himself upright, making his body appear taller, more natural, and calmer.
.
However, a gust of wind blowing from the distant horizon seemed to penetrate deep into the bones of his skin, making him want to shiver from the cold and curl up as unnoticed as possible.
On the bill is a set of astronomical figures.
Every number was like a hammer, hitting his heart so hard that he couldn't breathe.
The numbers are quite auspicious.
Sixty-eight thousand eight thousand!
Definitely a good start.
However, the auspicious numbers do not make him feel good luck, but are like a nightmare from which he cannot wake up.
"You have to pay money..."
Amid the sound of smoke, the middle-aged man at the head said these words again.
After hearing this sentence, Zhou Yang's mind went blank.
He wanted to say something to defend himself, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find a word.
The throat is very dry.
It was so dry that he wanted to cough.
He is not the kind of person who talks eloquently. Even on weekdays, he is the kind of person who doesn't talk much.
not far away.
The old shabby van overturned and its glass was shattered all over the floor.
Next to the van was an equally crooked van.
The van hit a big tree with a crooked neck, and the branches penetrated the cab.
On the ground, in addition to tire brake marks, there were broken lenses and various photographic equipment that had been knocked to pieces.
Especially the camera, the casing is completely broken and even the lens is distorted.
This is a car accident!
Moreover, it seemed to be a very dangerous car accident. At least a thin young man next to the big tree was still frightened and kept touching his Pixiu jade pendant.
My soul was scared away!
"I will compensate, but I don't have that much money now."
After suppressing it for a long time, Zhou Yang finally spit out these words in his dry throat.
After saying these words, he felt the coldness in his body became stronger.
It's very cold, biting to the bone.
However, he finally gritted his teeth and raised his head to stare at the middle-aged man with beard and long hair.
"Then how much money do you have now?" The middle-aged man looked at Zhou Yang. Perhaps he felt that Zhou Yang's dress and appearance did not look like a rich person, so he was a little disappointed.
"Six hundred!" Zhou Yang replied.
"What did you say? Say it again?" The middle-aged man holding a cigarette was stunned, and the cigarette almost fell from his mouth.
"Six hundred!"
"???" The middle-aged man was stunned on the spot.
Six hundred and sixty thousand!
This numerical gap is really...
Is it too big?
"My bank card and all my savings are only six hundred..." Zhou Yang looked at the middle-aged man and repeated it again.
"Then call your parents. Wait, you don't know how. You don't have a mobile phone, do you?"
Although Zhou Yang's eyes were dodging, his eyes were very clear.
The middle-aged man judged that the young man was not lying.
He took a deep breath and threw the cigarette butt to the ground.
"Um...no." Zhou Yang looked down at the bill again, with mixed emotions.
"My mobile phone is for you to use. Can you remember your parents' numbers at home?" The middle-aged man looked at the sky and finally suppressed his irritability and patiently took out his mobile phone.
"My mother passed away when I was very young, and my father had cancer and passed away just last year..." Zhou Yang held the bill.
He didn't answer the phone.
"What about your relatives at home? There are always relatives, right?" Looking at Zhou Yang's behavior, the middle-aged man felt that his emotions were a little unbearable.
What kind of family is this?
"Cancer costs a lot of money, and my relatives and friends ignore us..."
"Where's the house?"
"sold."
"What about this car? If it doesn't work, I'll sell the car..."
"The car is rented..."
"You are so poor... Phew, so why are you renting a car?" The middle-aged man took a deep breath, but the words "poor ghost" were not uttered after all.
"I took on a plumbing job a few days ago, and I helped the landlord pull some wires..."
"Are you an electrician?" The middle-aged man asked subconsciously, looking at the overturned car filled with wires and various broken furniture.
"Well, I have an electrician's certificate and can connect some wires..." Zhou Yang nodded, looked at the sunset in the distance, hesitated and added again: "I can earn a hundred yuan a day, and I can also make some money moving things.
, I just got my driver's license and thought it would be more cost-effective to rent a car, so I rented it..."
"How long will it take you to make 60,000 yuan?"
"If the landlord provides food, drink, and accommodation, it will take about three years. If not, it may be later... If I don't get sick, I can pay you back a little every month." Zhou Yang
Continue to answer.
"What about the loan? You have an ID card. Can you get a loan? I'll help you find some way. You can borrow tens of thousands of yuan and we'll settle the money."
unlucky!
Middle-aged people feel very unlucky.
"I...can't get a loan."
"Why can't I get a loan?" the middle-aged man asked.
"In order to treat the disease, everything that should be sold was sold, everything that should be mortgaged, and everything that should be borrowed were taken out. The loan of 80,000 yuan before the loan was repaid, as well as the money swiped from various credit cards, have not been repaid.
..." Zhou Yang's throat became dry again, and his voice became softer and softer.
"..." The middle-aged man's beard trembled slightly, and the muscles on his face twitched.
The cigarette in his mouth finally fell to the ground.
After staring at Zhou Yang uncertainly for a long time, he finally lit up a cigarette again.
Messy hair and washed-white jeans, and at the same time, the old electrician's work clothes that looked very cheap...
He finally sighed, and the smoke was sucked into his lungs, making him cough.
What the hell kind of suffering in the world have I encountered?
The thin young man under the tree with a crooked neck looked at his broken van and the branch that almost killed him...
Finally, his eyes were fixed on Zhou Yang.
damn it!
This guy almost sent me to God!
"I won't default on your debt... I will compensate you after I finish delivering the things. How about I make an IOU first?" Zhou Yang looked at the silence in the atmosphere and finally made up his mind to answer.
"How do you compensate?" The middle-aged man felt that he was bored.
"I said, I can pay you back some every month, or I can work for you until the debt is paid off..." Zhou Yang replied, looking at the middle-aged man seriously.
"What do you think you can do on the set?" The middle-aged man glanced at Zhou Yang angrily.
"I don't know, but I have nothing but strength right now. I can help move some things. Your crew needs someone to move things, right?"
Zhou Yang is very sincere.
It comes from the heart, even from the bottom of your heart.
"I'll discuss with the assistant director what to do. You wait here. By the way, you have to give me your ID card..."
"I didn't bring my ID card..."
"where?"
"In a rental house."
"Where's the driver's license?"
"I brought this here, I'll go look for it..."
The two watched Zhou Yang put away the bill and slowly walked towards the van. After taking two steps, Zhou Yang stopped again.
"That... brother."
"What's wrong?"
"Can you help lift the van? The driver's license is pressed inside the van... How about you help call a crane, or ask insurance to lift it up first?" Zhou Yang turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man, with a confused expression in the end.
"Okay, okay, then don't move here. I'll discuss it with the assistant director. Remember, don't run, okay?"
"I won't run away. People need to be trustworthy when they live in this world, especially when they have nothing. I understand this."
"As long as you understand, that's fine, just stand here."
"good!"
Zhou Yang watched the middle-aged man walk towards the crooked neck tree.
The two seemed to have a heated argument.
The thin young man looked back at Zhou Yang, his eyes seemed strange, and then he continued to argue fiercely with the middle-aged man.
It looked like he was about to start a fight.
Vaguely, Zhou Yang heard the words "superstar" and "script"...
The sun sets in the west.
Zhou Yang stood obediently on the spot.
He looked at the sunset, standing motionless like a wooden stake.
If God gives Zhou Yang another chance.
Zhou Yang probably doesn't know how to take orders from customers, let alone rent a car, and even if he rents a car, he won't try to walk on this muddy path quickly.
Even two years ago, I wouldn’t have drank that wine...
At least, if I hadn’t taken that sip of wine, I wouldn’t have come to this world.
When the sun sets.
When the orange-red sunset fills the horizon...
The two finally reached an agreement and came over.
"Okay, the crew just needs someone to do odd jobs..."