On the crowded streets, the armored pickup truck driven by Wei Ran followed two Ural trucks and drove slowly toward the outside of the city. Whenever there was a traffic light, the vendors on the surrounding streets would swarm.
Rushing in to sell all kinds of small commodities, from the most common olives, dates, watermelon and grilled fish and meat, as well as colorful Arabian blankets and gauze, to packs of paper towels and even smoothies made on site and single cigarettes for sale.
One is enough.
However, it is precisely because of the existence of these small vendors that it has exacerbated road congestion.
It took nearly an hour to drive through this noisy neighborhood. Just when Wei Ran thought he could finally increase his speed a little, the two trucks in front stopped at the entrance of a small restaurant.
"What the hell is this fuss about?" Wei Ran muttered, but did not leave the cool and comfortable carriage.
Under his attention, the balding middle-aged man walked to a fruit stall on the opposite side of the road and chatted enthusiastically with the stall owner. However, the young man with mixed blood had already entered the restaurant.
After a while, the balding old man crossed the road and walked to Wei Ran's car. He raised his hand and tugged on the rear compartment door.
Seeing this, Wei Ran quickly unlocked the door, but the old man had already turned around and waved to the fruit vendor opposite.
After a while, the fruit seller drove his tuk-tuk to the open door, and naturally parked side by side with Weiran's armored pickup truck, blocking half of the road.
"Don't just look around, come here and help." The balding old man suddenly greeted in proficient Russian.
"Do you speak Russian?"
"Why don't I speak Russian?"
While the old man was talking, he had already taken two fresh coconuts out of the Tuk-Tuk and threw them directly into the carriage.
"That makes sense," Wei Ran responded helplessly, opened the car door and helped them load coconuts into the car.
It wasn't until the three of them emptied all the inventory in the tutuk that the balding old man asked the fruit vendor to bring over a basket of oranges and a basket of mangoes and threw them into the car. Only then was he satisfied with the payment.
After sending away the fruit stall owner, the balding old man stretched out his hand towards Wei Ran, "Saleh Said. You can call me Saleh or Said."
"Hello, Saleh." Wei Ran quickly shook hands with the other party's rough hands, "I'm Victor."
"I know your name"
While speaking, Saleh took out a note from his wallet and handed it to Wei Ran, "This is the radio channel. I see that your car is equipped with a car radio. If you have any problems on the road, you can contact me at any time. There will be almost 450
There are kilometers of road waiting for us.”
"So far?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows.
"It's indeed farther away, but there's nothing we can do about it."
Saleh explained in detail unhurriedly, "This season is not only the best time for shooting, but also the local tourist season. Before October, not only are most hotels full, but also the deserts around the city
They are all people. In order not to be disturbed when shooting, and also to reduce a lot of unnecessary expenses and unnecessary misunderstandings when guns are fired, I can only go to the depths of the desert."
"So the rest of the way is in the desert?"
"of course not"
Saleh replied with a smile, "We first need to drive along the highway to the Siwa Oasis, which is more than 300 kilometers away. If nothing happens on the road, we may be able to arrive before the sun sets. Our shooting location is in Siwa.
It is about 120 kilometers deep in the desert due south of the Wa Oasis. That section of the road is the most difficult to walk."
Having said this, the young man with mixed blood also walked out with a plastic box and a waiter from the restaurant.
In addition to pieces of Egyptian flatbread, this plastic box also contained several stainless steel lunch boxes with Chinese characters printed on them and several disposable plastic knives and forks.
"This is Baha, the little boy in my shop. He is a very hard-working little guy. He has been working for me since he was 15 years old."
After Saleh finished speaking, he switched back to Arabic and said something that Weiran could not understand. The young man named Baha immediately greeted the restaurant waiter and opened the passenger door of Weiran's armored pickup truck. The seat was now covered with pavement.
Two newspapers, and then three lunch boxes and several Egyptian flatbreads were placed on top.
When Baha led the waiter to the truck to continue distributing food, Saleh pointed to the lunch box and flatbread placed on the seat and said, "These are for food on the road. Let me see...this, this blue
The colored lunch box is filled with ice cream. The ice cream in this store has the most flavors and is the most delicious. The other two lunch boxes are filled with vegetables, which can be rolled into flatbreads and eaten. I see you have a refrigerator in your car. If
You can put it in if you can’t finish it.”
"I'll try to eat as much as I can." Wei Ran glanced at the back of the car. He did have a small refrigerator in the car, but it had long been buried by those tropical fruits.
Obviously, Saleh also noticed this small mistake, but he pretended not to notice it and said, "It will take us about four to five hours on the road. As long as we don't stop in the middle, you don't have to stop, even if we stop."
, you don’t have to come down either.”
"Understood"
Wei Ran nodded and asked before the other party left, "Salih, one last question."
"What's the problem?" Saleh asked as he hid in the shadow of the car again.
"Why don't we go to the Siwa Oasis you just mentioned to replenish supplies instead of traveling so far?"
Faced with Wei Ran's doubts, Saleh just raised his finger and pointed to the cold food container truck in front of him, "Some things can't be bought in Siwa. Even if they can be bought, the price is much more expensive. Okay,
You'll know the rest when we get to our destination, so get in the car."
After saying that, Saleh had already walked towards the oil tanker parked at the front.
Seeing this, Wei Ran stopped asking any more questions, closed the passenger door, walked around to the other side and got into the cab, and adjusted the radio channel before setting off.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Soon, amidst the roar of the engine, a convoy of only three vehicles continued towards the city, led by the tanker driven by Saleh.
Go in the outer direction.
During the rest of the journey, except for taking a detour to a crude-looking gas station to fill up the fuel tank before leaving the city, they each loaded a box of cold mineral water into the car.
any stay.
When the car drove out of Matruh City, the speed finally picked up. In the cool cab, Wei Ran held the steering wheel with one hand and a slightly crude plastic spoon in the other hand. From time to time, he would take a spoon from the lunch box at hand.
He scooped out a big spoonful of ice cream and stuffed it into his mouth.
As Saleh said before, the taste of these ice creams is indeed good, but in comparison, what is more attractive is the tempting aroma coming out of the other two lunch boxes.
Just when his brain was hurting from the mouthfuls of ice cream, the tanker truck at the front stopped. At the same time, Wei Ran also saw two dilapidated police cars parked on the roadside.
Slowly stepping on the brakes, Wei Ran reached out and picked up a large pancake, opened the other two lunch boxes, got some roast chicken, roast beef and other things from them, rolled them together and took a big bite.
Hungry? Of course not, just greedy. And I have to admit that both the Egyptian flatbread and the side dishes in the two food boxes taste pretty good.
Before he could swallow the large piece of cake and vegetables in his mouth, the two policemen who blocked the road had already stepped aside and waved to let him go. Upon seeing this, Wei Ran immediately put down the food in his hand, slowly stepped on the accelerator and followed.
During the rest of the journey, except for the off-road convoys and buses full of tourists that were occasionally overtaken by them, the three vehicles no longer encountered any obstacles. At the same time, the desert on both sides of the car windows looked increasingly desolate.
Of course, even so, from time to time, they can see tourists taking pictures and playing in the sand on the roadside in the desert, as well as camel caravans that appear much more frequently than tourists, and all kinds of white garbage floating in the wind in the desert.
It was only then that he truly understood why the shooting location was chosen in such a deserted place. It was too close to the tourist activities, and the appearance of a plastic bag might distract the camera.
Eating ice cream and nibbling Egyptian flatbread, Wei Ranquan, who was completely relaxed, thought he was traveling by car, enjoying the scenery outside the car window.
"Victor, the Siwa Oasis is just ahead. Do you want to rest here for two hours?"
In the radio channel that was silent all the way, Saleh asked just as the sun's butt tip touched the top of the sand dunes in the distance, "When we leave Siwa Oasis, we will have to sleep in tents in the desert in the next few days.
It may not be convenient to take a shower then.”
Hearing this, Wei Ran drove the car to the opposite lane and looked at the town directly in front of him, which was surrounded by olive trees and date palm groves. After hesitating for a moment, he held the radio microphone and replied, "I'm not tired yet, so I'm watching you guys."
Well, if you are tired, take a rest."
"Then go in, refuel, and continue on your way." After Salim responded, the radio station fell silent again.
After a while, Wei Ran's car returned to the original lane, continued to follow the two trucks, and drove into the Siwa Oasis unhurriedly.
However, when Weiran drove into the gas station, he discovered that there were two Ural 4320 trucks parked not far away, each pulling a large stainless steel tank.
"Aren't these just for filming..."
Before Wei Ran had time to make a guess, a bearded man and a bald man standing next to the two trucks waved to them enthusiastically, and Saleh, the leader, immediately honked the horn in response.
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"It seems like it must be"
Wei Ran shook his head dumbfounded. He had just recognized that the two truck drivers were exactly the people who acted as nannies for him when he was undergoing assessment in Yakutsk.
I think back then, in that thermal power plant that could be used as a crematorium, they had drank together, but they were just drunk.
