After hearing Director Gao's words, the staff of the photography team reopened the folder and brought up the last scene Meng Fu shot.
"This is the camera position," Director Gao pointed to the camera position specially designed to take close-up shots of the chandelier, "Pull back."
Although the staff didn't know what Director Gao was doing, they still delayed the progress.
On the screen was the scene of the chandelier falling.
The nylon rope on it was broken instantly, and the rubber bullet was traveling too fast, so Director Gao didn't see it clearly.
He pointed at this scene and said to the staff again: "Can you slow it down a little? As slow as you can."
Although the staff didn't understand what Director Gao wanted to do, they still did it.
Edit this section and slow it down 100 times.
The filming lenses of the crew are all high-definition. With this kind of high-speed lens, it can be processed even if it is slowed down 1000 times, not just 100 times.
Director Gao watched the video motionless.
When the lens is slowed down 100 times, although the appearance of the rubber bullet cannot be clearly seen, the movement trajectory of the rubber bullet can be seen. From this angle of the camera, the rubber bullet can be seen flying directly towards the rope of the chandelier.
Collision with the nylon cord of the chandelier.
Slowed down 100 times, you can even see the nylon rope slowly bending into an arc, and finally being broken by the rubber bullet.
After the lamp swayed left and right twice, the rope broke and the crystal lamp slowly fell.
Rubber bullets are not as lethal as ordinary bullets, but they are also lethal within a range of 100 meters, so when Meng Fu was taking these pictures, Director Gao specifically asked her to shoot into the sky.
The staff member was originally wondering why Director Gao suddenly asked her to adjust the camera. When he saw this scene, he opened his mouth wide and said, "Director Gao, this... this..."
Meng Fu is actually a sharpshooter of the special forces, right? !
When the crystal lamp just fell, none of the staff who took the footage had any doubts about how the lamp fell.
Director Gao had now slowed down the process a hundred times. The sight of the rubber bullet breaking through the nylon rope made the staff unable to help but swear.
"I knew it..." Director Gao took a deep breath while looking at this scene, his eyebrows twitching.
When he just heard what the props team said, he felt something was wrong.
Of course, during the process of coming, he also thought that there was an accident, but when he saw the rubber bullet flying from Meng Fu hitting the hanging rope, Director Gao couldn't help but tremble in his hands.
"Director Gao, are you looking for people from the special forces?" The staff was filming Meng Fu, so they naturally knew that Meng Fu's shooting process was when she fell down from the second floor.
Not to mention how thin the light rope was, just shooting when Meng Fu jumped down again was a bit like special training.
If this situation appeared in a movie or during a special training exercise, most people would be able to accept it.
But it really appeared in the eyes of ordinary people like high-level staff, and the shock was beyond words.
Director Gao took the opportunity to sit on the chair vacated by the staff, looked at 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 regaining consciousness: "This scene will be retained. Our program team even skipped the special effects."
"I know." The staff member also looked at the footage. If the show wasn't still filming during the confidentiality period, he would have wanted to steal this part of the video and upload it online.
On the computer, the scene of the rubber bullet passing through the rope was played again.
Director Gao hissed and couldn't help but be curious about Meng Fu. Her kung fu was so good and her shooting was so accurate. Had she received any special training before
Director Gao didn't believe that Meng Fu had learned his marksmanship by joining a shooting club like that.
If any club can practice like this, then there will be no need for those special training camps.
He stayed in the studio for half an hour. When he returned, he made another call to the staff: "Do you still have Meng Fu's original information? Give me a copy."
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at the same time.
T City Yujia.
It was almost half past ten when Yu Zhenling and others came back from Tong's family after dinner.
Jiang Xinran also went back to Jiang's house today and sat on the sofa downstairs in 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 knows how to make perfume."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xinran, who was chatting and laughing with Yu Yong, suddenly paused his hand.
She turned to Yu Zhenling.
Fragrance is something that is basically out of reach for ordinary people.
Jiang Xinran only found out about this after Tong Eryu went to the capital.
Yu Zhenling was also a little absent-minded. She had information about Meng Fu. In the information, not even Meng Fu was mentioned, but there was not even a single person in Wanmin Village who knew how to make incense. How could she know this
Although Mrs. Tong seemed to have said it accidentally, Yu Zhenling always remembered it in her heart.
A scheming person like Madam Tong would not ask a question casually.
Especially in the past two days, Yu Zhenling also knew something about the Jiang family's affairs.
She held her mobile phone, which had Meng Fu's number on it, but Meng Fu had blocked her number a long time ago. Yu Zhenling thought about it, walked to the Yu family's landline, and dialed Meng Fu from the landline. .
The phone rang loudly, and Yu Zhenling's heartbeat suddenly started to beat a little faster.
After two calls, someone picked up the phone. It wasn't Meng Fu's voice, it was her manager's.
Yu Zhenling calmed down and said, "I am Meng Fu's mother. Can you please let her answer the phone?"
Zhao Fan frowned when she heard Meng Fu's mother on the other end of the phone. She naturally remembered Meng Fu's unpopular mother, "Wait a minute."
She looked into the bathroom.
Meng Fu happened to come out of the bathroom while wiping his hair.
Zhao Fan directly handed the phone to Meng Fu.
Meng Fu didn't look at who it was. He put the phone to his ear with one hand and continued to wipe his hair with the other: "Hello?"
Hearing Meng Fu's cold voice, Yu Zhenling came back to her senses. She paused for a moment before speaking: "Fu'er, I'm mom. Tell me honestly, you... you know how to make incense, right?"
Next to Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran's hand holding the cup paused.