After hearing Director Gao's words, the photography crew reopened the folder and pulled out the last scene shot by Meng Fu.
"This is the camera position," Director Gao pointed to the camera position used 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.
The screen just happened to show the scene of the chandelier falling.
The nylon rope on top broke instantly. The rubber bullet was traveling too fast and Director Gao could not see it clearly.
He pointed at this scene and said to the staff again, "Can you slow it down a bit? As slow as possible."
Although the staff didn't understand what Director Gao wanted to do, they did it anyway.
Edit this segment and slow it down 100 times.
The crew's camera lenses are all high-definition. With this kind of high-speed lens, it can handle slowing down the image by not only 100 times, but even 1,000 times.
Director Gao watched the video motionlessly.
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Under the lens slowed down 100 times, although the appearance of the rubber bullet cannot be seen clearly, the movement trajectory of the rubber bullet can be seen. From this angle of the camera, you can see that the rubber bullet is flying directly towards the rope of the chandelier.
Colliding with the nylon cord of the chandelier.
With the lens slowed down 100 times, you can even see the nylon rope slowly bend into an arc and finally be broken by the rubber bullet.
After the lamp swayed left and right twice, the rope broke and the crystal chandelier slowly fell.
Rubber bullets are not as lethal as ordinary bullets, but they are still lethal within a range of 100 meters, so when Meng Fu was filming these, Director Gao specifically told her to shoot towards 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..."
This fucking Meng Fu is actually a sharpshooter in the special forces, right? !
When the crystal chandelier just fell, all the staff members who were filming the scene had no doubt about how the chandelier fell.
Now Director Gao asked people to slow down the speed a hundred times. The scene of the rubber bullets breaking through the nylon rope made the staff couldn't help but swear.
"I knew it..." Director Gao looked at this scene, exhaled deeply, and his eyebrows twitched.
He felt something was wrong when he heard what the props team said just now.
Of course, on the way here, he also thought that something unexpected might have happened, but when he really saw the rubber bullet flying from Meng Fu's side hitting the rope, Director Gao's hands couldn't help but tremble.
"Director Gao, are you looking for someone from the special forces?" The staff member was filming Meng Fu, so they naturally knew that Meng Fu's shooting process was when she was tumbling down from the second floor.
Not to mention how thin the lamp cord was, just the fact that Meng Fu was shooting while jumping down really felt like special training.
If this situation appeared in a movie or in a special training exercise, most people would be able to accept it.
But when it appeared in the eyes of ordinary people like Gaodao’s staff, the shock was beyond words.
Director Gao sat down 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 the cigarette and took two puffs before regaining consciousness: "This scene is preserved. Our production team even saved the special effects."
"I know." The staff member was also watching the footage. If the program was not still in the confidentiality period, he would have wanted to steal this part of the video and upload it to the Internet.
On the computer, the scene of the rubber bullet passing through the rope played again.
Director Gao let out a hiss and couldn't help but be curious about Meng Fu. She was so good at kung fu and even 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.
If any club can train like this, then there is no point in having those special training camps.
He stayed in the studio for half an hour. When he returned, he called the staff again: "Do you still have Meng Fu's original information? Give me a copy."
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at the same time.
Yu’s family in T city.
When Yu Zhenling and others returned from Tong's house after dinner, it was almost half past ten.
Jiang Xinran returned to the Jiang family today and sat on the sofa downstairs in the Yu family.
"What did Mrs. Tong just say to 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 knew how to make perfume."
Hearing this, Jiang Xinran, who was chatting and laughing with Yu Yong, suddenly paused.
She turned to Yu Zhenling.
Perfume making is something that ordinary people cannot get involved in.
Jiang Xinran only found out about this matter after Tong Eryu went to the capital.
Yu Zhenling was a little absent-minded. She had some information about Meng Fu, but it showed that not only Meng Fu but no one in Wanmin Village knew how to make perfume. How could she know all this?
Although Mrs. Tong seemed to have said it casually, Yu Zhenling always kept it in mind.
A scheming person like Mrs. Tong would not ask a question casually.
Especially what happened in the Jiang family in the past two days, Yu Zhenling also had some understanding.
She was holding her cell phone, which had Meng Fu's number on it, but Meng Fu had blocked her number long ago. Yu Zhenling thought about it, walked to the Yu family's landline, and called Meng Fu on the landline.
The phone rang pleasantly, and Yu Zhenling's heartbeat suddenly quickened.
After two rings, the phone was picked up. It was not Meng Fu's voice, but her agent's.
Yu Zhenling calmed down and said, "I'm Meng Fu's mother. Can you let her answer the phone?"
On the other end of the phone, Zhao Fan frowned when she heard Meng Fu's mother. She naturally remembered Meng Fu's not-so-likable mother. "Wait a moment."
She looked into the bathroom.
Meng Fu just came out of the bathroom while drying her hair.
Zhao Fan handed the phone directly to Meng Fu.
Meng Fu didn't even look at who it was. She put the phone to her ear with one hand and continued to wipe her 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 your mother. Tell me honestly, you... you can make perfume, right?"
Next to Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran's hand holding the cup paused.
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