This actor needs more money

"I go."

He overestimated the opponent's strength a bit. Ding Xiu originally thought that he was a boxing champion after all, and his physical fitness and reaction awareness should be good.

Unexpectedly, this idiot stood still and beat him.

It's all Yu Hai's fault. He said three moves were ten thousand, two moves were twenty thousand, and one move was thirty thousand.

Well now, something happened.

Jumping down from the stage, Ding Xiu came to the foreigner's side, knelt on the ground and said, "Brother, hold on, please don't die."

He pinched people again, checked his pulse, and lay on his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

Ding Xiu breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he just fainted.

However, he breathed a sigh of relief, but the reporters around him didn't dare to let go. The cameras in their hands kept taking pictures, and the flash made it difficult to open their eyes.

It was accompanied by all kinds of exaggerated words.

"Damn it, the foreigner was beaten to death with one move. Brother Run is so awesome."

"Who said Chuanwu can't fight? What was the move called just now?"

"Stop taking pictures and call an ambulance immediately."

"Ding Xiu, can you do an interview? What kind of kung fu do you practice?"

"Boy, don't talk nonsense. I didn't kill anyone. I just fainted and broke a few ribs. I can rest for a month or two before I can get off the ground."

"Isn't that just disabled?"

"What, disabled?"

Outside the venue, Jia Ling had given up and squeezed in, but when she heard someone saying that people were beaten to death inside, she didn't care too much and could only rush in.

"Let it go, let it go, the one who died is my artist."

"What press card? The person who died was not a relative of yours, right?"

When she arrived at the venue, there was another crowd of people surrounding her. Jia Ling finally pushed through the crowd and finally saw the foreigner lying on the ground.

And Ding Xiu next to the foreigner.

"Brother Xiu, are you okay?"

"It's okay." In response to Jia Ling, Ding Xiu said to Yu Hai: "A few broken ribs. Find someone to maintain order. Don't touch him yet."

"I have a ribbon-cutting event next door. I'll leave now and come back to you later."

Why do people come back after they've been beaten? Of course it's to get money.

If Yu Hai cheated him, he would do it with this martial arts gym.

"Sorry, let me."

"Borrow it for a moment."

"I still have something to do."

Ding Xiu didn't look strong, but he was extremely powerful. The reporters blocking the front were pushed apart by his arms and separated like a tide.

Jia Ling followed him, and the two of them left the venue together, picked up their suitcases and headed straight to the opening hotel not far away.

These reporters are not vegetarians. How could they let go of such good material? A large number of people were following behind Ding Xiu.

The crowded venue suddenly became deserted. If it weren't for the foreigner lying on the ground, he would have thought he was dreaming.

"Master Yu, who are you, this young man?"

Several local martial arts masters were so shocked that they only spoke now.

Ding Xiu was so fierce that he knocked over the Sanda boxing champion with one move, knocked him unconscious on the spot, and broke several ribs.

"My surname is Ding, my given name is Xiu, and my nickname in the entertainment industry is Brother Run. As you can see, he practices Baji."

In one sentence, Yu Hai finished introducing Ding Xiu.

Everyone also took note of Ding Xiu’s characteristics, Bajiquan, Brother Run!

I secretly made up my mind that I would never compete with this person even to death.

At the ribbon-cutting scene, the hotel manager had already arrived, and the employees and management sitting below him, as well as the crowd invited to fill the head.

Seeing that the auspicious time was approaching, only the ribbon-cutting guest Ding Xiu did not come.

Suddenly, there was a commotion from behind. When I turned around, I saw Ding Xiu dragging his suitcase and running in front, while Jia Ling followed behind, sticking out his tongue and gasping for air.

A large number of reporters carrying long guns and short cannons were behind the two men.

The identity and position are clear at a glance.

"Sorry, aren't you late?"

"It's not too late, it's just right. Is there a traffic jam, Mr. Ding?"

Being able to be chased all the way here by reporters shows how popular Ding Xiu is, and he was not invited in vain this time.

"No, there's a fight going on next door, I went to watch the fun."

Only then did the hotel manager notice the training clothes Ding Xiu was wearing. He didn't look like he was just watching the fun, but he looked a bit like the protagonist.

Behind him, a group of reporters had already caught up.

It was just blocked by hotel security.

"Brother Run, what do you think of Sanda fighting?"

"Mr. Ding, do you have any idea of ​​challenging other boxing champions next?"

"One move KOs the Sanda boxing champion. How do you feel at this moment?"

Everyone was chattering, and everyone was asking questions. Ding Xiu couldn't answer, and he didn't bother to answer. He had other business here, and the hotel organizer was busy letting him cut the ribbon.

What's more, most of the questions asked by reporters are false. If the answer is not answered well, it will be quoted out of context and published.

Qin Gang told him not to talk nonsense in public places, and to ignore media reporters who submitted outlines without prior reservation.

The hotel manager is a good person. After seeing this scene, he laughed and said:

"Journalists, please don't be impatient. Mr. Ding is at work. We will talk about the interview for a while. Please sit down for a while, drink some water, eat some fruit, and don't leave the machine idle. Set it up."

…

According to the original plan, Ding Xiu cut the ribbon for this hotel, stayed here for one night, and then went to Huang Bo's place for dinner tomorrow.

He didn't really want to stay because of the reporters' interference.

After cutting the ribbon, he entered the hotel and then left through the back door with Jia Ling. The two went to the Martial Arts Exchange Center in Yu Hai to change clothes.

Over there, the reporters gradually dispersed without waiting for the crowd. They went home to write articles one by one, preparing for a big wave and trying to win the headlines tomorrow.

At the Martial Arts Exchange Center, the foreigner had been taken away by an ambulance.

After Ding Xiu changed back into his original clothes, he looked at Yu Hai without moving.

"Master Yu?"

"Um?"

"Did you forget something?"

"I understand." Yu Hai suddenly realized, and immediately frowned: "The foreigner is in the hospital, and the bonus may be delayed..."

"It is said that there have been many generous and tragic people in Yan and Zhao since ancient times. I think your martial arts style is not bad. I have been yearning for it for a long time. I just have nothing to do these days. I plan to communicate with the local martial arts schools. Come one by one!"

"Call the reporters by the way. There are so many people and it's so lively."

"It can't be too late." After Ding Xiu finished speaking, Yu Hai said righteously: "The foreigner's 50,000 bonus, plus the 50,000 reward from Zhongwu, and my personal reward of 30,000, a total of 130,000, now Advance payment to you."

"Master Yu, thank you." Holding Yu Hai's hand with both hands, Ding Xiu narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Wherever, come and sit down often when you have time."

"Absolutely. Next time there are foreigners playing in the gym, you can call me. We are all Chinese and it is our duty to win glory for China."

"I, Ding, will take the lead, and I will do my best and die in the end!"

The corners of Yu Hai's mouth twitched.

If he didn't give money, Ding Xiu might even beat one of his own people, and he would be the one who died.

But it's nothing to pay in advance. He can just ask those people for it later. Chuanwu has agreed to pay 50,000 yuan, and he will not default on the payment.

It's easier for foreigners. If you don't give me money, he will bring Ding Xiu to your door tomorrow.

Hiding in the snow for ten years, starting from the ordinary road and taking off