Huayu02 started by making films.

Midnight, on the banks of the Seine in Paris, in front of the Palais de la République.

Jiang Wu was making final adjustments in the driver's seat, while François in the passenger seat had already glued on his beard.

Han Yi opened the trunk and confirmed that the wheelchair was placed correctly.

In the back seat of a Maserati, a member of the film crew holds a DV camera and films the interaction between the two lead actors in the front row.

Everything is ready.

Han Yi took the walkie-talkie, got into the filming vehicle, and glanced at the screen through the monitor.

"Three, two, one, Ekko!"

At the command, the Maserati slowly started moving.

With the sunroof of the filming vehicle open, Robert, carrying the camera on his shoulder, remained as steady as a rock.

The Maserati's engine hummed softly, and soon the car stopped at a traffic light.

"Wait ten more seconds, then overtake directly," Han Yi commanded, gripping the walkie-talkie.

Traffic light countdown: 5, 4, 3...

Jiang Wu pulled the steering wheel, and the Maserati sped out from the side.

The roar of the engine instantly tore through the Parisian night.

The prop vehicle followed closely behind and soon drove onto the ring expressway.

"What's the speed limit in Paris?" Han Yi asked from the back seat.

"Highway 130!" The young Frenchman driving turned around and grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Watch the road, watch the road."

Han Yi then asked, "Are we on the highway now?"

"Yes, the ring road. Let me tell you, Director Han, the night view of the Paris ring road is especially beautiful."

Han Yi thought to himself: In China, the speed limit on ring roads is generally 80 to 120 km/h; this is France, so going faster is normal. He shook his head and casually asked:

"What is the minimum speed limit?"

"The maximum speed limit is 70 km/h," the young man grinned.

"What?" Han Yi was stunned and quickly leaned forward. The speedometer showed 100 km/h.

"Weren't you speeding?"

"It's okay, Director Han! Paris traffic police are the laziest to go on night duty, so even if you drive at 150 km/h, nobody cares."

"Never mind, it's better to go slower."

Han Yi picked up the walkie-talkie: "Jiang Wu, slow down, we've almost finished the footage for tonight."

"Okay, Director Han."

I had just put down the walkie-talkie when I heard an alarm blaring from behind the car.

Han Yi frowned: "Why did the police car arrive earlier than scheduled?"

The young man, grinning with his white teeth, suddenly stammered, "Director Han, this doesn't look like our prop police car, it's real?!"

Holy crap!

Han Yi turned to take a closer look and realized that the police car behind him was definitely not the prop vehicle they had arranged during the day. He immediately grabbed his walkie-talkie:

"Jiang Wu, François, watch out, there are real police cars following behind! Be prepared for any situation."

"What?!" Jiang Wu exclaimed over the walkie-talkie.

"I'll slow down and follow the police car. You guys speed up to the ramp ahead, safety first. I'll call Luc Besson."

Han Yi made a phone call to explain the situation to Luc Besson, and then notified the originally arranged prop police car to rush to the gate to prepare for wide-angle surreptitious filming.

The Maserati is in front, the real police car is in the middle, and the prop car follows behind.

The three cars maintained a subtle distance in the darkness.

Soon, Jiang Wu's Maserati was forced to stop at the gate by police cars that had been positioned in advance.

In the driver's seat, Jiang Wu nudged François with his elbow: "It's up to you, old François. Hopefully, French traffic police are really like the characters in the script."

François turned his head and smiled: "My hard-earned skill of foaming at the mouth has finally come in handy."

Before he finished speaking, several police officers got out of the police cars in front and behind, holding the "Truth" sign, and slowly approached, shouting sternly:

"Put your hands where I can see them! Your hands!"

Jiang Wu pushed open the driver's car door and raised his hands: "Let me explain."

"Shut your mouth! Put your hands on the hood!"

"Wait a minute, I..."

Seeing that his hands were empty, a policeman quickly stepped forward, pressed Jiang Wu against the hood of the Maserati, and pinned him down with his hands behind his back.

At the same time, another policeman walked to the passenger window and pointed the truth at François:

"Get out of the car! Now!"

"Let him go!" Jiang Wu struggled to say.

"I said, get out of the car immediately!" The police officer pressed closer.

"He can't get out of the car!" Jiang Wu said quickly. "He can't even open the door!"

The policeman who was holding him down asked, "What did you say?"

Jiang Wu turned his head and gestured: "Look at him, his wheelchair is in the trunk! He's paralyzed, go and see him!"

One of the police officers gestured to his colleague, "Go check it out."

"Let me go." Jiang Wu shook off the policeman's hand.

The police officer checking the trunk turned around and nodded: "There is a wheelchair."

"See? I was right, wasn't I?" Jiang Wu shook his arm, then turned the tables:

"What are you doing? Do you think I'm driving this fast for fun?!"

"Hey, feed him..." The policeman raised his hand to signal him to calm down.

"We're rushing to the hospital! His condition has flared up!"

Jiang Wu put one hand on his hip and pointed to François in the passenger seat with the other. "It's an emergency! He can't move, I'm his caregiver!"

François, in the passenger seat, immediately got into character, shaking his head, panting heavily, and foaming at the corners of his mouth: "Huff... huff... huff..."

The police officer who checked on him immediately tensed up: "This is bad, come and take a look!"

The policeman who had just restrained Jiang Wu walked over quickly and was taken aback when he saw François's appearance.

"What should we do now?"

"What should we do?"

Jiang Wu began to mock, "Take your time thinking, no rush. Call his child later and say you killed his father!"

He pointed to his watch: "In five minutes, he'll be gone, completely dead. You can think about it."

The two policemen exchanged a glance, then waved their hands: "Alright, you can go now."

Jiang Wu instantly composed himself, quickly got into the driver's seat, and started the engine.

The policeman, who had just turned around, turned back, wiped his mouth, and leaned down to ask, "Which hospital are you going to?"

"The First General Hospital of France, Emergency Room."

"We'll escort you there; it'll be safer that way."

The police officer waved to his colleague: "Follow them, escort them to the emergency room. Let's go."

The Maserati drove out of the gate. Jiang Wu and François both breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at each other.

The young Black man curled up on the back seat floor mat also breathed a sigh of relief:

"Luckily, they didn't spot me. My skin color is the best camouflage in the darkness. What a close call!"

"That's what happens when you're a black guy."

……

Inside the prop truck outside the gate, Han Yi watched the entire process through the monitor. He spoke into his phone, his voice low and deep:

"Old Lu, what kind of monsters and freaks has your company hired? Not a single one of these bastards is reliable."

"Han, I've already explained it to the municipal traffic police."

"not enough."

Han Yi shook his head. "I'll notify China Film Group and Xie Yi right now and have them come over tomorrow. We need to apologize in person."

"Okay, whatever you say." Luc Besson's tone softened.

"By the way, are there any places in Chinatown that sell banners?"

"What?"

……

The following afternoon.

Xie Yi, Han Shanping, Luc Besson, and Han Yi, a group of four, traveled to the French Ministry of Transport in Paris for friendly discussions.

During the meeting, the representative of the Paris Ministry of Transport clearly stated: "The Paris traffic police are one of the most responsible and professional traffic enforcement teams in the world."

Both sides had a cordial and in-depth exchange on the topic of "combining the image of traffic police with film art".

After the meeting, Han Yi solemnly presented a red banner with the striking yellow characters embroidered on it: "Paris traffic police are good, Paris traffic police are wonderful, one Paris traffic police is worth two."

The following day, the news quietly appeared in the inside pages of the Paris Daily with a small photo.

In the picture, Han Yi stands on the right, holding one end of the banner with both hands, with a faint smile on his face. He is neither overly enthusiastic nor distant, looking every bit like an "ambassador for Sino-French cultural exchange".

……