From San Diego all the way south, you can leave the United States and enter Mexico within only thirty miles. The coastal development zone under renovation and construction spreads out in your sight bit by bit. This small town called Rosa Rito still maintains the simplicity and simplicity that has not been eroded by business. The continuous beaches in your sight outline the blue sea, reflecting with the rugged rocks on the sea, allowing the unstoppable golden sunshine to outline the world with a wonderful outline, and instantly robbing everyone of language abilities.

However, the entire coastline has not been developed yet, and it still remains purely natural, with some bleakness in the desert. Even the sunshine that is still in midsummer cannot melt away the rustling between the sand.

A tall scaffolding soon appeared within sight. The towering steel structure directly dissected the blue sea and blue sky. The chaotic brackets stretched stubbornly in the clean sky, with dilapidated canvas hanging scattered on it, destroying the beautiful beach scenery.

Get closer, you can see three huge studios standing behind the scaffolding. The largest one looks one third larger than the largest studio in Burbank, which is very magnificent. In the open space between the studios, temporary rooms made of steel plates are scattered, and there are many scattered tents next to them. The worn canvas drooped everywhere, and the dirty dust and mixed colors look like a messed-up palette. The tractor with the cable car is parked at the entrance, and there are some mottled trucks and pickup trucks placed there. The dry mud is dotted everywhere, making it look dirty and messy.

The already slightly remote coastline looks completely chaotic from afar, and the colors are even more blurred. Even the clear blue sky behind it seems to be covered with a layer of dust, like a slum, as if a bunch of poor children who are unable to eat can appear in the tents at any time.

However, at this time, the "nightmare" seemed to have come true.

In front of the entire slum, a crowd of black people stood in a surging manner, looking spectacular.

Twentieth Century Fox chose the shooting location of the "Titanic" in Rosarito, not Burbank, because they needed enough space to build a studio. After many negotiations and choices, they finally chose it. Twentieth Century Fox bought 100 acres of land in Rosarito at one go, of which 40 acres were used to build a studio, and the other 60 acres were for emergencies.

Rosarito can almost be said to be a small town with few people. Although it is only thirty miles away from San Diego, California, it is more like a small fishing village than the bustling and lively San Diego. Few people come here except for local residents. Therefore, for the past six months, the crew of the "Titanic" has been focusing on filming here without being disturbed by anyone.

But this is not the case today. The quiet Rosarito has poured in a large number of strange tourists since the early morning. In just a few hours, at least more than 500 people have flocked in, many of them with professional camera equipment. This has made the remote Rosarito completely lively. Local residents have all run out, just like the New Year, and they have rushed around the crew of the "Titanic".

Because the paparazzi learned that Hugo will arrive in Rosarito to visit Hugo and Leonardo today, everyone in Hollywood knows that Hollywood is the most famous person in the United States. As the most appealing person in the United States today, some people even joked that Hugo's popularity has surpassed Bill Clinton, and he is a symbol of the United States today. Of course, it is a bit exaggerated to say this, but you can still feel Hugo's super popular.

After learning about Hugo's itinerary, many young volcanoes in Santiago began to boil. They drove to Rosarito as soon as possible, hoping to see Hugo as soon as possible. Not only that, the entire East Coast was mobilized, and many movie fans made a special trip to Rosarito just for a close contact with Hugo. Even many tourists from all over the country who were on vacation in Mexico rushed over.

Rosarito was like a bright torch, and the faint flame lit up the entire night and attracted all the moths within a radius of 500 miles.

When Hugo arrived at the scene, at least one thousand people had gathered. The endless sea of ​​people spread across the coastline, surrounding the entire "Titanic" crew, making the noisy and chaotic heat waves make the surrounding desolate and desolate environment more and more like the slums. These people are like residents hoarding in this small area. Under a tent is a large family of more than ten people. The shocking feeling that is thrilling is amazing.

Even Hugo couldn't help but open his mouth slightly, "Are you sure you didn't find the wrong place?"

The crowds in front of you don't look like the legendary desolate and remote Rosarito, but it's like the Disney Park just queueing on holidays.

Joseph, who has seen countless people in the past two months, was a little surprised. They did not expect that even in the distant and remote Rosarito and in Mexico, could still call on so many people. Such a scene was a huge surprise: both surprise and joy in the true sense.

"Luckily, we don't have to get out today." Samora, who was driving, tried to make a little joke, but he couldn't even laugh because the dense sea of ​​people in front of him seemed impossible to pass through.

Fortunately, at this time, the crew of the "Titanic" sent staff to pick them up. Sixteen staff members divided into two rows, blocking the sea of ​​people, and then drove a road for the car, which allowed Samora to slowly drive the vehicle forward. However, the speed of the car was not much different from that of a snail.

Outside the car window, the people on both sides were particularly excited. When they saw the car coming from afar, they had already started to stir up. When the car approached, the crazy screams gathered like a tide, just like the premiere of the movie. It was hard to imagine that Hugo was just here to make a guest appearance today.

Through the car window, Hugo saw the faces outside the window that were distorted because of being too excited. It seemed that everything was so real, but it was so unreal, making people unable to understand, which made Hugo feel silent.

When the first time I saw the crowds, Hugo felt novel and excited, excited and moved. Those strange faces cheered for themselves, as if they were God. This feeling is hard to describe, and it can easily mobilize emotions; the second time I saw it, the third time I saw it... When the number of times increases, people will begin to be numb. This is inertia, and even begin to take it for granted.

The brilliant achievements made by "Independence Day" caught Hugo off guard. The surging waves of people were like real waves, and they were smashed over. Now Hugo even had his freedom to go out to run, just like in a convenience store that day, he was in a danger of being swallowed up by the crowd at any time, which made him begin to fear the crowd, reject the crowd, and even hate the crowd.

But today, those strange and familiar faces were shouting wildly outside the car. They couldn't even see themselves, and were not sure whether the person sitting in the car was the one they wanted to cheer, but they vented their enthusiasm without reservation.

Maybe some people will say that popularity is a bubble, and it exists today and disappears tomorrow; maybe some people will say that these are blind followers, and they are just shouting for the sake of shouting, not because they admire the talent of actors; maybe some people will say that this is an accessory to commercial glory and has no value.

Hugo would not deny these, but he also could not deny that it was his honor to be able to receive such enthusiastic cheers and support, because he was just an ordinary person, not God.

Among the crowd, there was a little girl who looked under ten years old. Her big twinkle eyes burst out with crystal brilliance in her dark face, and her eyes were flashing with tears. She looked at the car window hopelessly and helplessly, muttering, "Where is Hugo? Where is Hugo?"

Hugo could not hear the girl's voice, and could only vaguely distinguish the words from her mouth. The expectation from the bottom of her heart was gradually turning into disappointment. The surging crowds around him were like beasts, which could swallow the girl at any time and could swallow Hugo at any time. But the girl just surging with the waves, muttering helplessly, "Where is Hugo? Where is Hugo?"

Hugo couldn't help but close his eyes, hesitated for a moment, patted Samora on the shoulder, and said loudly, "Slow down the car and open the sunroof."

"Hugo!" Joseph suddenly realized what Hugo was going to do. He knew how much Hugo had suffered in the surging crowd recently, and he almost had a phobia among the crowd. But now Hugo is willing to take the initiative to contact these enthusiastic movie fans, which made Joseph worry a little.

Hugo smiled at Joseph, with a very complicated problem, "This is an artist." This profession will bring many additional effects, both good and bad. People cannot be so greedy, and only accept good but reject bad ones. As "Spider-Man" said, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. This is also the price that must be paid after a career is brilliant, not to mention that the brilliant achievements of "Independence Day" may have made contributions to everyone in their sight.

Hugo took a deep breath, stood in the back seat, came out of the skylight, cast his sight in the direction of the little girl, then showed a bright smile and waved his right hand. All the people at the scene lost control in an instant. The harsh screams caused a shocking wave like an earthquake, causing the entire town of Rosarito to start trembling.
Chapter completed!