Chapter 380: Scammer, This Is Too Crazy!

The next day, at 9:30.

On King Khalid Avenue, the glass curtain wall reflected the glaring sun, and the palm trees lining the street swayed slightly in the heat.

This is Riyadh's most bustling district, with shopping areas, hotels, and office buildings packed together; on ordinary days traffic streams like rivers and pedestrians weave like cloth.

But today the street was completely sealed off by Saudi police, yellow caution tape stretched across the intersection, and armed special officers expressionlessly stopped commuters trying to cut shortcuts.

Filming in Rio and filming in Saudi are vastly different.

Back in Rio, Daniel did his best to meet Lin Mo's every request, but under enormous pressure each step had to be taken cautiously.

Here, Prince Salman can close the whole street with a single word; no one can override it.

At this moment, the Fast and Furious 2 crew.

Chen Kai and Luo Zhong were hustling back and forth; they are the executive directors.

It's their first time shooting a blockbuster.

Thinking they're not nervous is impossible.

Even...

Last night, the two didn't sleep well at all.

Whenever they close their eyes, their minds are filled with thoughts about how to shoot the day's scenes.

As for Lin Mo,

He was relaxed, chatting here with Jushi and Fan Di Sai Er.

Jushi Qiangsen teased, "Lin, did you know? My wife called last night and said our movie topped Twitter trends for three days before filming even started; she said it's the craziest promotion she's ever seen."

No kidding.

Now, foreign social platforms are also being flooded with Fast and Furious related news.

Of course, Morning Light's publicity department is also contributing.

It's just a water‑army hype.

What works domestically works abroad too.

In itself, the terms Lin Mo and Fast and Furious already have high heat.

Add the Saudi prince's series of moves.

Thus various hot topics lit up on Facebook and Twitter.

That's why the word "Saudi" surged to the top of Google search rankings.

"The craziest promotion?" Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, twirling the golden car key Prince Salman gave him in his hand. "Tell your wife, this isn't the craziest part yet."

Then Lin Mo pointed at a military helicopter being tuned in the distance: "See that Black Hawk? Later we'll use it for a 360-degree rotating shot."

"OMG!" Jushi Qiangsen, Fan Di Sai Er, and Gai Er Jia Duo all shouted almost simultaneously, excitement written all over their faces.

Can't help it.

These foreigners' vocabulary is limited; besides shouting OMG, damn, there's nothing else.

Fan Di Sai Er stepped closer, lowered his voice and asked, "Boss, I heard Prince Salman brought out his limited-edition golden Lamborghini? Is it true?"

Hearing that, everyone turned to look at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo waved the golden car key in his hand and laughed, "This is the key to that golden Lamborghini; moreover, there's a gold‑plated Rolls‑Royce Phantom, a golden Bentley... you'll all get to try them later."

The few of them lit up, fists clenched, eager to jump into the cars right away.

Over here.

After Chen Zhong and Luo Kai finished all checks.

The two jogged over, sweat beads still hanging on their foreheads.

"Boss, everything's ready, we can start filming!" Luo Zhong gasped.

Chen Kai also nodded, "All departments are ready, just waiting for your cue."

Lin Mo glanced at his watch; it was 10:05 a. m. Saudi time.

He patted their shoulders, "Alright, let's begin. Come on, you can do it!"

They nodded, still uneasy inside, but mostly excited and thrilled!

Lin Mo turned, clapped his hands toward Fan Di Sai Er and the others, "Get ready, the first scene starts now!"

"Action!"

Chen Zhong's shout rang out on King Khalid Avenue, six IMAX cameras aimed at the street from different angles.

On the cleared eight‑lane asphalt, twelve gold‑plated Koenigseggs roared like beasts.

Sand swirled in the heat, Paul wore tactical goggles, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.

In the rearview mirror, three Black Hawk helicopters flew low at a 60-degree tilt, their rotors' airflow bending the roadside palms to 45 degrees.

"This is the real Speed and Passion!" In another car, Fan Di Sai Er wiped sweat from his face, his bronze‑colored muscles glistening under the 45-degree heat.

On the mobile air‑conditioning vehicle behind him, twenty vents blasted toward the set, yet the ground temperature stayed at 58 °C.

In front of the monitor, Lin Mo wore sunglasses, focusing intently on the footage.

Chen Zhong and Luo Kai stood on his left and right, palms sweating from nerves.

"Watch Paul's speed," Lin Mo suddenly said, "Give him 5 more mph; I want to see the blue smoke from tire‑road friction."

Chen Zhong immediately grabbed the intercom, "Paul, increase speed by 5 mph! Stay safe!"

On screen, Paul's gold‑plated Lamborghini surged forward, tires screeching against the road, a wisp of blue smoke drifting from the rear.

"Nice!" Lin Mo snapped his fingers, "Luo Kai, lower the helicopter a bit more; I want to see the rotor wash lift the sand beside the road."

Luo Kai quickly contacted the air unit, "Black Hawk, descend two meters, repeat, descend two meters!"

The three helicopters slowly lowered, their rotors' airflow raising roadside dust into a golden haze under the sun.

"Vin, prepare to cut in!" Lin Mo shouted into the intercom, "Remember, your car must cut in from a 45-degree angle on Paul's right side; I want to see the moment the two cars drive side by side!"

Fan Di Sai Er's voice came over the walkie-talkie: "Got it, Boss! Let me give this golden kid a bit of color to see!"

Two supercars perfectly merged in the frame, their gold-plated bodies refracting dazzling light in the sunlight.

Chen Zhong clenched his fists excitedly: "Awesome! This shot is definitely going into the trailer!"

Suddenly Lin Mo frowned: "Wait, is there something wrong with Paul's headlights?"

Luo Kai immediately called up a close-up: "Looks like the right headlight is a bit crooked."

"Cut!" Lin Mo decisively ordered, "Have the props crew check the headlights, and also touch up Paul's makeup—he's sweating too much on his forehead."

Filming paused, and the whole crew sprang into action.

Lin Mo turned to the two and said: "Remember, details decide success or failure; a crooked headlight could ruin a shot worth millions."

Chen Zhong and Luo Kai nodded repeatedly, quickly jotting it down in their notebooks.

Ten minutes later, filming continued.

"Action!"

This time, the two supercars perfectly completed the side-by-side shot.

Just as they were about to cross the finish line, Lin Mo suddenly shouted: "Vin, slam on the brakes! I want to see the dust kicked up from the rear!"

Fan Di Sai Er slammed the brakes, and the multi-million-dollar gold-plated supercar traced a perfect arc on the sand, dust flying up.

"Cut!" Lin Mo stood up, a satisfied smile on his face: "Perfect! This shot passes."

Chen Zhong and Luo Kai let out a long breath and exchanged a smile.

Lin Mo patted their shoulders: "Nice work, keep it up—remember, making a movie is like racing: you need to pursue speed while also watching safety."

Just then, Prince Salman's gold convoy slowly drove onto the set.

Lin Mo glanced at his watch and said: "All right, guys, take a half-hour break."

Yesterday, Salman said he'd come to the set to watch them film.

I didn't expect it, but he actually came.