"You guys finished filming! You can go back to the company tomorrow. We still have one-third of the scenes that have not finished." Stenberg shook his head.

Because "Brave Heart" has a strong role during this period, Stenberg and Stiller often rushed over to help, which greatly slowed down the filming progress of "Kill Crocodile Pond". However, the filming quality of the crew of Stenberg was very reassuring, and Stenberg strictly followed my intentions and expressed the various new theories and shots I set in the script very well.

"You boy! I thought there was something wrong! The scenery here is good, the environment is good, the air is fresh, and there is a beauty around you, holding a guide tube, calling around, and you still envy us?! Why don't you go back with me to ask Stiller to guide?!" I said with a smile.

When Stenborough heard that I wanted to replace him, he waved his hand: "Boss, I'm just talking, I'm just talking."

"Stenborg, pack up, we can go back tomorrow afternoon. For the rest of the time, you and Stiller will stay here with a small number of people. If I don't talk about many things, you should know that among all things, filming is the most important thing. Take care of your people, don't let them make trouble with local people, pay attention to safety. Also, study the script more when filming, and pay special attention to the audio movies you are shooting, which is different from silent movies." I reminded.

"Boss, don't worry! I'm not a child, I understand all these things." Sdenburg came to me with a smile and said, "Besides, with little Haas by my side now, I can't make any trouble."

I nodded with satisfaction: "That's good, that's good."

"If you don't go dancing, what are you talking about here?" While Stenborough and I were muttering, Garbo and Haas walked over hand in hand.

"Dancing, dance!" I stood up with a smile, bowed and made an invitation gesture to Jiabao. Jiabao smiled and handed me his hand.

I had never danced so happily that night, and I was the waltz that Garbo taught me. Everyone raised a bonfire on the grass, and the Scottish bagpipers stood beside the bonfire and played songs after song.

That night, I don't know if it was because I was drunk, but in a daze, I saw a man in a Scottish skirt standing next to the fire and smiling at me. He was holding not a sword, but a white thistle flower.

I don't know if that person is a Scot as tall and determined as William Di.
Chapter completed!