Qin Jiaxiang and Mr. Shen had sneaked ashore at some point, came back with sticks, and were now waving them around, hitting ducks left and right.
Director Sun held a loudspeaker in one hand, waving frantically at the guests with the other and shouting, "I'm begging you here! The task is to capture ducks, not to beat them, slap them, or net them!"
But his words carried no weight, and the guests continued doing their own thing—hitting ducks, netting ducks, and so on.
Director Sun helplessly closed his eyes and raised his palm to his forehead.
[Director Sun: I'm exhausted. Why am I stuck with this bunch of nutty guests?]
[If you're tired, just tune out—listen to Director Sun's words casually while letting the guests do whatever.]
[666 to the comment above, your line is practically voice-activated; I've unconsciously begun humming it.]
The scene in the paddy field could be summed up in two words: chaotic, utterly chaotic!
