This actor needs more money

"Brother Xiu, it's a little boring here. I'm going to the bathroom."

Zhao Liying said weakly.

In a large room, everyone was tall and thick, with evil faces, and their arms were thicker than her legs.

Although these people didn't speak, she could feel the intense hostility in their glances.

This was the same look from the bunch of competitors when she was interviewing Assistant Ding Xiu.

"I'll go with you." Ding Xiu stood up.

He didn't care, let alone such a small scene, he wasn't afraid of everyone pulling out machetes from their arms in the next second.

Just urgent urination.

"Ah." Zhao Liying blushed.

"Come on, let's make a quick decision, we have an interview later."

Before Zhao Liying could react, Ding Xiu had already stood up and took the first step, leaving her sitting there, wondering whether he should follow.

After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and followed.

At the door of the men's room, Ding Xiu stopped and was bumped into the back by Zhao Liying who was walking with her head down. He pointed at the sign on the door.

"This is the men's bathroom, the women's are next door."

"Ah, oh." Zhao Liying was so embarrassed that she put her hands in her pockets and ran to the next door with her head buried.

After draining the water, Ding Xiu was blowing air in the corridor and watched one after another "masters" in the martial arts world enter the waiting room.

Judging from the body shape, fists and walking style of these people, there are many masters.

The Spring Festival Gala is the largest stage in the country. Being able to promote your own martial arts on the stage is definitely a matter of honor and honor. It is no wonder that so many people are crowded.

After standing at the door for a while, the door of the interview room opened. Miss etiquette saw Ding Xiu blowing in the corridor. He was tall, with deep eyes and handsome features. His expensive black windbreaker looked slim on him, adding a bit of nobility. .

The cold wind ruffled the ends of his hair. With his lips pursed, he looked over with firm eyes, nodded slightly and smiled.

So handsome!

Miss etiquette's heart was beating fast. In a panic, she flipped her hair with her hands, raised her chest and raised her head, showing off her beauty.

"Mr. Ding, it's your turn."

"OK, thanks."

Ding Xiu strode forward and opened the door. It was a spacious room with several tables placed in the middle, and the tables were covered with red cloth.

Sitting behind the table were five old men, no, experts.

One of them is an acquaintance of Ding Xiu, the head coach of Shicha Martial Arts School, and Wu Bing, a ninth-level martial arts master in China.

There are weapon racks on the wall side of the room, with various swords, guns, swords and sticks, but no axes, axes, hooks and forks.

The Spring Festival Gala is to promote traditional martial arts, and at the same time, it must be beautiful. It doesn't look like having a Xuanhua ax on it.

"Ding Xiu, long time no see." Wu Bing chuckled and said, "I won't say any more. Let me introduce your sect first."

"The ancestor of the Qi Family Sword is General Qi Jiguang. After General Qi's death, his subordinates... My master's name is Ding Baiying. He is no longer here. Now I am the only one in this sect."

Without hesitation, Ding Xiu said what he had planned for a long time.

On the stage, the expert nodded, writing and drawing on the notebook with the pen in his hand.

Ding Xiu continued to introduce the style and characteristics of the Qi family's sword technique: "The Qi family's sword technique is also called the Xinyou sword technique. During the Ming Dynasty, Japanese pirates were rampant and the two sides fought many times. Our army was incapable of swiftness in long armies, inability to fight in close combat, and inability to use long weapons. If you are lucky, your body will be broken twice more."

"Because of this, many outstanding military generals and folk martial artists in our country at that time studied Japanese swordsmanship through various channels. General Qi gathered the folk swordsmanship, and through repeated actual battles, he took the advantages of Japanese swordsmanship and supplemented our sabercraft. After a short period of time, he wrote "Xinyou Sword Technique"."

"The knife is long and narrow, the blade is sharp, the blade is curved, the tip is curved, and it also has the characteristics of stabbing and cutting at the tip..."

After speaking in one breath, Ding Xiu paused. At Wu Bing's signal, he took a Miao knife from the weapon rack.

The blade is long and heavy, and the handle is more than enough to hold with both hands.

This knife was not prepared by the expert team, but the interview weapon he asked Qin Gang to hand in when he was notified of the interview a few days ago.

After performing a fist-cup salute, Ding Xiu drew his sword and demonstrated the Qi Family Sword again.

In the quiet interview room, only the sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard.

One stab after another, fierce, powerful, and murderous, making the expert's neck feel chilly.

At first glance, this sword technique is aimed at the enemy's vital points and head.

After Ding Xiu finished his performance, the expert said: "Ding Xiu, I remember that there was a knife kick in the video you submitted. Can you perform it?"

Ding Xiu was stunned. He thought he was shortlisted because of the fierceness of the Qi sword, but he didn't expect that people focused on the flashy kicking sword.

"Okay, no problem."

He held two knives in one hand and swung them hard. The blades spun in the air. Ding Xiu turned around and kicked his feet. Once again, he kicked the hilt of the knife accurately.

The next second, the blade rotated upwards. Ding Xiu caught the light of the blade with one hand and held the handle.

Accurately close the knife.

"good!!"

The expert laughed and clapped his hands, feeling happier than when he just saw Qi Jiadao.

"Ding Xiu, what is the success rate of this move?"

They had seen this move in the video that Ding Xiu had submitted before. After asking professional martial arts practitioners, they concluded that it was not difficult.

Practice dozens of times and you will always succeed.

So I called Ding Xiu here today just to ask him what his success rate is and how much he can guarantee.

We can't make mistakes during the Spring Festival Gala. If we fail in front of more than one billion people across the country, it won't be a matter of personal loss for Ding Xiu.

"One hundred percent." Ding Xiu gave the answer.

It's not too difficult, he can kick it with his eyes closed.

real or fake? The expert was a little unconvinced: "Can you perform it again?"

After a few seconds, Ding Xiu sheathed the knife.

"Can you perform again?"

Ding Xiu sheathed the knife again.

"Can you perform again?"

Ding Xiu sheathed his knife and looked at the experts with murderous intent. If conditions had not allowed him to do so, he would have wanted to kill someone.

"Ahem." Wu Bing cleared his throat and said, "It's almost there. That's it. You go back first. I'll let you know if I have news."

"Farewell."

After Ding Xiu left, several experts whispered among themselves.

"The sword skills are good, and the last move is pretty cool, I think it's okay."

"I don't think so. His Qi family sword looks a bit like a Japanese sword. People who don't know better think he is performing Japanese swordsmanship."

"Who is blind enough to recognize a Japanese sword? Can a Japanese sword be so long?"

"This sword technique only has a history of more than 400 years. Compared with ancient sects such as Shaolin and Wudang, it is not rich enough. Compared with them, he is just a young man."

"It's good to be young and full of vitality." Wu Bing said: "I think his martial arts is an advantage. Who is Qi Jiguang? He is a famous anti-Japanese general. Performing this set of sword skills on the Spring Festival Gala is in line with the core values ​​of socialism."

There are many sects who want to attend the Spring Festival Gala, and there are more than one or two that have a history of thousands of years.

But in terms of historical aura, Ding Xiu's Qi Jiadao is only as famous as it is famous.

Outside, Ding Xiu and Zhao Liying went downstairs side by side.

"Brother Xiu, was it successful?"

"How did I know? It will take a few days before there is any news."

Seeing that Ding Xiu was not in a good mood, Zhao Liying was sensible and didn't ask any more questions.

Ding Xiu put his hands in his pockets and said nothing along the way.

This time he was a little disappointed. Among the so-called experts, Wu Bing was the only one who was an expert, while the others were talkative and didn't understand anything.

…

After returning to the crew, Ding Xiu was so busy with his workload that he had no time to worry about the Spring Festival Gala performance.

Zhang Weijian has to fight a lawsuit with Xiao Bailong and deal with the media, so he spends less and less time on the set.

Wang Jin simply gave him a holiday and let him concentrate on dealing with it.

So the two directors on the crew turned their cameras towards Ding Xiu. They started shooting at eight in the morning and ended at eight in the evening, every day.

The amount of shooting in one day is the same as the previous three days.

In early January, on the ninth day after Zhang Weijian came back, Ding Xiu finished filming.

Compared to when he first joined the cast, Zhang Weijian is much more humble and tired now. A lawsuit has caused his reputation to plummet, all his endorsements and brands have been lost, and he is not wanted in several movies to be filmed this year.

With such a bad reputation, no one will dare to use it in the next few years.

During this time, Ding Xiu sent away two more people, Xu Jingjiang and Fan Binbin.

In the remaining days, Yang Ming, Yuan Quan, and Bai Xue were left to reshoot scenes with Zhang Weijian.

Being able to successfully complete the filming and get the final payment is a great news for everyone. This matter has caused such a big fuss, and I thought the crew was going to be dirty.

Arriving at the company, Ding Xiu and Qin Gang handled the handover.

After burying his head and signing, Qin Gang said: "The next step for the Spring Festival Gala is the rehearsal. You have to work hard these days."

Ding Xiu sat on the sofa and sighed: "Don't worry about it. How about Huang Bo?"

I passed the second trial of the Spring Festival Gala last week.

Experts asked his Qi Jia Dao to be cut because it was impossible to give him such a long performance time.

After much discussion, the experts finally cut Qi Jia Dao in half and kept it at just over two minutes.

As for how to preserve the essence of this set of swordsmanship after deletion, leave it to Ding Xiu, they are only responsible for deletion.

The program time was limited, and Ding Xiu understood that if it was just this request, he wouldn't sigh like this.

In order to ensure the duration of the program, the martial arts team did not perform alone and put him together with the Shaolin monks.

This is not over yet. While they were performing, there was another singer at the front of the stage.

Cheng Long!

It is equivalent to saying that they are accompanying the martial arts.

If he couldn't afford to offend, Ding Xiu would have run away.

What kind of thing is it to become a martial artist after a long time!

"Huang Bo, just like the previous Baoqiang, he is on subsistence allowance." When talking about Huang Bo, Qin Gang also sighed.

After joining the company for more than half a year, Huang Bo has made no progress at all. He is receiving the company's subsistence allowance every month. He does not perform in group performances or move bricks on construction sites, so he is not as good as before.

If it weren't for the company's support, he would have starved to death.

However, Qin Gang didn't dare to let go. He was afraid that Huang Bo would become the next protector and get slapped in the face.

The reason is that Huang Bo's acting skills are very good, even better than Wang Baoqiang.

This kind of person is born at the wrong time, and he may get up when he encounters an opportunity one day.

Hearing this, Ding Xiu frowned and said, "Let's find him a supporting role another day."

Qin Gang was helpless: "I've done it."

If he can't get up, what can he do?

Ding Xiu: "Then do it again."

With the strength of the company, it is not difficult to find a supporting role now.

"You are the boss, I listen to you." After signing the documents, Qin Gang said: "Beijing Electronic Arts exam will start in two days. You have better vision than me. Come with me to have a look and try to sign two good prospects. .”

Unknowingly, another year has passed, and Ding Xiu recalled the time when Huang Boyi took the exam a few years ago, as if it was yesterday.

That year, Liu Yifei entered Nortel at the age of fifteen and broke the record, becoming the youngest student in history.

Huang Bo also broke the record and entered the dubbing department of Nortel College at the oldest age.

Qin Gang advised: "Just finished filming, take a walk to relax."

Ding Xiu has been working non-stop since the second half of last year and is under a lot of pressure. One reason for taking him to Nortel this time is to relax and unwind.

To avoid becoming a fool while filming.

"Okay, call me when the time comes." Ding Xiu took away his contract from the table.

"Wait a minute." Qin Gang stopped him, with a smile on his face: "The post-production of Xianjian has been completed, and the next step is the sales process. Have you decided what car to buy? The company will pay for it."

If nothing else, the fairy sword can be sold. Judging from the current situation, no matter what, you can get your money back. You can't lose money. It's just a matter of how much money you make.

Ding Xiu paid for this film with his own salary.

In order to compensate him, Qin Gang planned to buy Ding Xiu a car.

After thinking for a moment, Ding Xiu said: "Buy a RV."

"Yes, it's convenient for rest."

Many artists have RVs. When the air conditioner is turned on, it is warm in winter and cool in summer. There is no need to squeeze into a tent, and there is no need to go back to the hotel for a lunch break, which is very convenient.

It can be seen that Ding Xiu is a practical person.

Ding Xiu pouted: "It's just for the convenience of going to the toilet."

The most inconvenient thing about filming is going to the toilet. Even in a film and television studio, the bathroom is far away from the filming place. It is very inconvenient to go to the toilet while wearing a costume.

So every time Zhao Liying finished drinking the mineral water bottle, Ding Xiu asked her not to throw it away.

…

After lying at home for two days, Ding Xiu came to Nortel.

In front of the school, luxury cars come and go, and from time to time, beautifully dressed girls get on and off the cars.

Ding Xiu was wearing a down jacket and a mask on his face, following Qin Gang behind him to hand out leaflets.

That's right, just handing out leaflets.

Not one was sent out for a long time.

In Lao Qin's words, printing flyers is quite expensive. If they look crooked and cracked, don't send them out. It's a waste of paper.

"Brother Xiu, let me tell you, observing people is also a science. Do you know what kind of people can become popular?"

Ding Xiu pointed to a person in the distance with a big chest, a thin waist and a raised butt.

Qin Gang shook his head.

Ding Xiu pointed to another one. This one had long legs, a slender figure, and an exotic face.

"This doesn't work either. It's so beautiful that it has no characteristics." Qin Gang said seriously: "Temperament, do you know what temperament is?"

"For example, Brother Xiu, you have a very elegant temperament. Your deep eyes are full of stories. You are mature and steady. You can tell it at a glance when you are in a crowd."

Ding Xiu looked at Qin Gang carefully and said seriously: "Is there a story written all over your face?"

"Really?" Qin Gang touched his face: "That's not important. There is a second point in looking at people. See if he is ruthless. He is ruthless to himself and even more ruthless to his enemies."

"You can't survive in the entertainment industry if you don't fight or grab. If you are not ruthless, you won't be able to stand firm. If you sit at home every day, no one will let you play. You have to fight and grab."

"When you get to the crew, you have to be able to endure hardships and endure hardships, and have a spirit of resilience."

"For example, that girl." Qin Gang pointed to a young girl not far away and said, "She is not very beautiful, but she is smart and her big eyes are very recognizable. She can endure hardships at first glance."

With that said, Qin Gang walked up and handed out the flyer: "Little girl, are you an art candidate this year?"

"Who are you and what do you want to do?" The girl stepped back cautiously.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm an agent. Have you heard of Qin Chao Entertainment?"

"No."

"You must have heard of Ding Xiu, right?"

"heard about it."

"I'm his manager. Don't believe it. Look over there. He's right there. Can't you see clearly with the mask on? I'll ask him to take it off for you. Please come over here."

Like the wolf grandma coaxing the little white rabbit, Qin Gang brought the girl to Ding Xiu.

Why did you bring Ding Xiu this year? Because in the past years, in order to recruit people, he even talked about it and people didn't believe him and said he was a liar.

I went to the police station several times.

Simply pulling Ding Xiu over would be more useful than anything else.

"Hello." Seeing the little girl staring at him, Ding Xiu spoke.

"Wow, it's really you." Listening to the familiar voice, the girl's eyes lit up and she jumped with joy: "I am your fan, my name is Yang Mi, sweet honey."

"Do you still remember that I picked you up at the airport two years ago and you signed your name for me?"

It's just a chance encounter in life, but Ding Xiu never remembers how many autographs he sent out each time, ranging from ten thousand to eight thousand, and most of them were female fans.