Chapter 580: Fanatics

In the cramped room, a bed and futon are neatly stacked, and the dim light sways back and forth, making a squeaky sound of sore teeth.

There were many people on the yellowed walls, and it was pouring rain outside.

"Let's go. ๏ผŒ

The metal spring lock clamps the rack tightly and locks it completely.

Bi Fang closed the door, leaving everyone in the room looking at each other.

Richard was silent for a moment, taking a deep breath of air, only to choke on the dust in the room and cough, breaking the dull atmosphere.

The crowd laughed.

Richard clapped his hands: "Okay, don't sit here, keep busy!"

Jarett muttered for a moment, "Earlier."

"It's so uncomfortable to sit on this plate, my legs are stiff." Mandy banged on her thigh.

"yes, I don't have enough equipment, I'm going to go about myself, by the way, Mandy, did you see my needle-nose pliers?

"Needle-nose pliers?" Mandy flatly denied it, "I definitely didn't use it to winch the pipe!"

"Damn, you admit it! Give it back to me. โ€™

"I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!"

The floor in the walkway creaked, and even the sound of rain and thunder could not hide it, and Bi Fang walked on it with the illusion of a medieval ninja walking on the floor of a nightingale, a special floor created to guard against enemy invasions.

Tokugawa Ieyasu, the founder of the Tokugawa shogunate, once ordered carpenters to install a type of "nightingale floor" in the corridors during the construction of Nijo Castle as an alarm.

They nailed additional metal clips between them and the supported beams under the corridor, each with two nail holes, and inside the nail holes were iron nails, which rubbed against each other as one walked on them, creating a sharp noise.

Walking on such a noisy floor, it was a real worry that a group of samurai with the head of the moon would rush in and slash him to pieces at any time.

It's a pity that this is only due to disrepair.

There were no patrolling samurai outside the house, just a group of "unemployed vagrants" who had nothing to do.

The hotels and hostels in the town are not welcome, so they can only live in such a privately opened B&B, not only the walls are full of mildew, but the air also exudes a sour smell of sewers, and there is a thick layer of ash when you wipe it.

Living here is almost enough to vomit overnight meals.

It was absolutely uninhabited in the past, and it was not a homestay at all, perhaps a hut that the lame old man greedy for money had turned over.

Even the wilderness is much cleaner than here, and even Bi Fang really thought about whether to take Richard and others to build a simple wooden house on the mountain, at least it is cleaner and more comfortable than here, but there may be a lot of mosquitoes.

Richard's worries were clear to him, and he wasn't trying to give up.

How could a man who was not arrested once a year be so vulnerable, he only began to wonder if what he did was worth it, and whether it would really be reciprocal in the end to spend so much money on a documentary.

Richard's psychological expectations fell, and he began to feel as if he could not use a documentary to wake up the masses and stop Japan's actions.

It's like whaling.

But Bi Fang is full of confidence in this.

Because the Dolphin Bay documentary has had a much greater impact than Richard and others imagined, it is unprecedented.

Although it failed to completely eliminate the existence of Dolphin Bay, it still caused a huge resistance to capture, which is fine, and Bi Fang believes that with his help this time, the picture can be captured more realistically.

At least what he knew, the first images of the slaughter that came from the fishing boats were something that had never existed in his previous life, without him, he couldn't get close, and he couldn't install it.

But with the help of Hong Song, Li Bifang and others had this ability.

And with his influence so far, the sensation will undoubtedly be even greater.

People can't be perfect, as long as you do your best, you can leave no regrets.

Thinking of this, Mandy suddenly remembered something, took out his mobile phone and dialed Elwan's number.

It's half past ten in the evening in Japan, but in France, it's only about three o'clock in the afternoon, and it's still sunny and daylight, and Erwan is gritting his teeth and playing games.

With a burst of gameover, Erwan threw down the handle in frustration, and happened to smash the phone screen next to him.

โ€œohshit!โ€ Elwan slapped him on the head, "It can't be Hong Songwu, right?"

Every day at this time, Etienne would call to urge Erwan to study hard during the summer vacation instead of indulging in video games.

No way, who made their dad a university professor?

Hey, I'm already on track.

Erwan was very happy, but when he picked up his phone, he was surprised to find that it was not his father!

"Hey! Fang, how did you remember to call me? Is there a new adventure waiting for me?

"Yes, there are new adventures waiting for you.

Mandy carefully climbed out of the window and walked close to the eaves, smiling in response while avoiding the rain pillars of the eaves, and slowly headed in a certain direction in Taijicho.

"Cool!" Elwan's eyes lit up, he was just joking, but he didn't expect it to be true!?

"Whether it's going to the African savannah or the Congo Basin rainforest, or the Brahmaputra Grand Canyon, I've heard that no one has ever set foot there, is that true? Fang, you're from Huaxia, wait, aren't you in Japan now?"

"You've got a lot of questions." Mandy was quite helpless, "First of all, although I am from Huaxia, I have never been to the Yarlung Zangbo River Grand Canyon, and secondly, I came to you this time to ask you to do me a favor." โ€

"Hey, do you need help too?"

"Of course, do you want to hear it or not?"

"Okay, but you're going to help me write a report for my summer practice!"

Mandy nodded calmly: "Okay, I'll tell your teacher about what you threatened with a report."

"Forget it, I'm just kidding."

Elwan collapsed on the couch with a bitter expression.

"Just kidding, little bit.

Mandy smiled and casually agreed.

A good practice report can be used as a stepping stone to get into college, especially by a celebrity, which is similar to a letter of recommendation.

Although Mandy is Chinese, Europe and the Americas have never been very interested in this, but Mandy's actions accurately poked at some people's enthusiasm for "environmental protection", so it is quite popular.

Even Hong Songwu's friends have been secretly asking recently, can he rub a resume similar to Mandy's trip to the goose bird, without him, too gorgeous, full of gold, such students, many schools are rushing to ask for them, as a proof of honor and value.

In this regard, Hong Songwu said, hehe.

I haven't been in contact with that friend since.

Even Mandy herself has received many invitations, but not as a student, but as an honorary professor

"Okay, no kidding, do you have a fan base of wild goose birds?

"How do you know?"

"Etienne told me."

All right.

"Lately you have been sloppy and have been looking for any of those who are very fanatical in their speeches, help me keep an eye on them, and then tell him this and this.

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