This actor needs more money

Li Mingliang, Ding Xiu was a little confused when he heard this name. He didn't know Li Mingliang.

A play can have many martial arts directors at the same time, just like the crew is more than just one director. There is an executive director, a casting director, a literary director, a martial arts director, a team A director, a team B director, and various assistants. director.

Usually people only remember the most famous one.

He was really unfamiliar with the name Li Mingliang.

On the second day after joining the crew, Ding Xiu saw what Gao Xi called "an acquaintance" in the training hall.

"Hello, Director Li, I'm Huang Xiaoming. I'll trouble you for the rest of the time. If there's anything I didn't do well, I must tell you. Don't be polite."

The martial arts instructor Li Mingliang is a middle-aged man with a bald head, 1.85 meters tall, a fleshy face, squinty eyes, and a strong body.

At first glance, he seems to be a master who is not easy to mess with.

That is to say, there are no tattoos on his arms, otherwise Huang Xiaoming would not dare to come forward and say hello.

Even so, he felt a little scared.

This guy doesn't look like a good person.

Director Li shook hands with Huang Xiaoming and put on a smiling face. It was fine not to smile, but it was worse and sinister when he smiled.

“It’s all about work and everyone working together.”

Immediately, he looked at Ding Xiu with hot eyes. He took a small step forward and held Ding Xiu's big hand with both hands.

"Brother Xiu, long time no see. What have you been busy with lately?"

After seeing the bald head, Ding Xiu had a vague impression. He seemed to have seen this person on the set of Tianlong Babu, and he often followed Zhao Jian.

It's just that we are not familiar with each other, and since we haven't seen each other for several years and have no contact, just hearing the name feels strange.

Afraid that Ding Xiu wouldn't remember it, Li Mingliang said, "I am Xiao Li, a bald boy."

"I know you." Ding Xiu nodded: "We are cooperating again, please take care of me."

"No, how can I say that I take care of you in front of Brother Xiu? You have to take care of me. If there is anything bad about my martial arts moves, you must bring it up so that I can have room for improvement in the future."

Huang Xiaoming was dumbfounded.

I'm crazy.

A tall man of 1.85 meters, so strong, how could he see Ding Xiu humble like this?

He doesn't know how to eat people.

If Li Mingliang could hear Huang Xiaoming's inner voice, he would definitely retort that Ding Xiu can't eat people, but he can beat them.

Ding Xiu is well-known and is known as the best fighter among the younger generation in the entertainment industry. Every martial arts instructor and director who has worked with him is unconvinced.

Even Kung Fu Emperor Li Lienjie said that Ding Xiu was his successor.

This is a fact recognized by everyone.

The rumors in the market are even more horrifying. They say that Ding Xiu is very capable in actual combat. He can cut down dozens of gangsters with a watermelon knife. He is very impressive. They also say that he has defeated many masters along the way. Even the boxing champions are not worthy of him.

So when he came to the Tianlong Babu crew, many martial arts practitioners wanted to meet the top master in the entertainment industry.

In fact, including him.

The result was a group of people fighting with Ding Xiu, and they were all beaten to the ground.

It's like hitting a child, one punch or one kick to a child, that's called relief.

The main reason why Li Mingliang has such a good attitude towards Ding Xiu is because he is in awe of his strength. They are all martial arts practitioners. How can they dare to trust such a famous person?

It would be fine if Ding Xiu didn't guide him. How could he dare to guide Ding Xiu?

"You are the martial arts instructor, I listen to you." Ding Xiu calmly took his palms out of Li Mingliang's rough hands and said with a smile: "Where should we start practicing today?"

Li Mingliang said: "In this drama, Ding Li's fighting ability is not strong and he has not received systematic martial arts training, so we first learned street fighting and king eight boxing. Xu Wenqiang's words are mainly fancy, highlighting his IQ and strong force."

New Shanghai is not a martial arts drama. There are not many martial arts scenes. Due to the background of the story, guns are the mainstream.

Therefore, this drama does not require too many gorgeous actions and difficult skills.

"I understand. How do you do this? Can you tell me first?"

"This is what I think. Although it is a king's eight punch, it needs to be done handsomely, that is, it maintains the beauty without distortion. I will ask Wu Xing to come over and demonstrate it first. Brother Xiu, you can use the palms and eyes. If it doesn't work, we will modify it."

Good guy, Huang Xiaoming can't stand it when the martial arts instructor is so humble. Who is the martial arts instructor? Can't he have some opinions?

"Director Li, it's okay. Just do as you say. We brothers will fully cooperate with you."

"That won't work, we still have to let Brother Xiu control the eyes." Li Mingliang, who is 1.85 meters tall, looked like a little girl, with an embarrassed look on his face, and said coquettishly: "He is an expert in this area, how can I dare to do the same thing? .”

Zhao Jian and Yuan Bing are so awesome, and they listen to Ding Xiu when it comes to action design. How can he be better than those two big guys?

I remember Yuan Bing once said something on the set, which was unanimously recognized by everyone.

That is, "If Ding Xiu can't complete an action, there is no need to design it."

This is a very high comment, which shows that Ding Xiu has good martial arts skills. If even he can't do the moves, then no one can do it.

New Shanghai Tang Ding Li's martial arts is close to the street gangster style. To be honest, Li Mingliang himself has no idea how effective this style of fighting will be.

Because he has no actual combat experience.

Although he has been practicing martial arts for many years, he can count on both hands the number of times he has fought with others.

Ding Xiu is an expert in this field. He is better than him in terms of experience and skills. It is a rare thing to get Ding Xiu's advice.

Patting Li Mingliang's shoulder, Ding Xiu said with a smile: "Director Li, it's serious. Let's communicate with each other."

"Don't dare."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Li Mingliang called the crew to fight. There were more than ten people in total, two of them were in white clothes, and the rest were in black clothes. Everyone started to fight in accordance with the originally designed position and order of shots.

The white clothes represent Ding Li and Xu Wenqiang.

Ding Xiu, Li Mingliang, and Huang Xiaoming stood watching.

While watching, Li Mingliang was busy and introduced: "Xu Wenqiang is a scholar, and his martial arts should be more elegant and beautiful. Ding Li is a fruit seller. His path is much wilder and unorganized. The two are in sharp contrast."

The fight was in full swing in the middle of the field, with shouting and killing, and people kept falling to the ground.

Huang Xiaoming was still very satisfied with his martial arts moves and nodded frequently. Although he didn't understand martial arts, he could tell that he was very handsome.

Every punch and kick is all chic and handsome.

Ding Xiu clasped his hands on his chest, frowning and said: "Ding Li's fighting style, even ten lives are not enough to kill him. This is not how street battles are fought when there is a huge disparity in strength."

Li Mingliang asked hurriedly: "How to fight?"

These playing methods are all made up by his own mind. He has never played before, and he doesn't know what the specific situation is.

Ding Xiu called everyone to stop, stepped into the field, hooked his fingers and said, "Don't follow the routine, just go ahead."

Wu Xing, you look at me, I look at you, no one comes forward.

The person in front of me is a well-known star. Who is responsible for breaking it?

Li Mingliang said: "Listen to Brother Xiu, but you should all be careful and restrain yourself."

A professional in martial arts, he knows how to hold back his strength, knows how to fake a fight and fight for real, and be careful not to hurt anyone.

"This is street fighting." Ding Xiu took a big step forward and kicked Wu Xing in the stomach. Before he could touch his body, Wu Xing retreated and fell to the ground.

Raise your hand, grab someone's hair and punch him.

After being beaten, Wu Xing fell down sensibly, clutching his chest and wailing on the ground.

After knocking down two people one after another, the others slowly came over and began to swarm forward.

Waving his fists, Ding Xiu knocked down two of them, and then he was blocked in a corner. Countless fists fell, and he could only squat down with his head in his hands.

When no one is paying attention, one hugs and knocks the other down, gets up and continues to beat...

A few minutes later, Ding Xiu stood up and dusted himself off.

The beatings in martial arts are all fake, and the dust on the body is from rolling on the ground while simulating being beaten.

"Awesome." Li Mingliang clapped and laughed: "As expected of Brother Xiu, your street fighting is simply textbook level."

He had never been beaten by a crowd and had no idea what a real battle was like, but he was deeply shocked after watching Ding Xiu's "performance" just now.

First, attack hard enough to catch one and beat him to death.

People are also smart. After being knocked down, they do not take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but instead switch to the next target.

After being beaten by a group of people, he leaned his back against the wall, held his head in his hands, and kept his eyes wandering among the people, seizing the opportunity to continue beating him to death.

In the end, he was hard-hearted enough to grab a younger brother, use a pen instead of a knife, and put it on his neck, indicating that he wanted to kill someone.

The eyes full of rage, the tone of death, and the trembling hands are all telling everyone that I am not easy to deal with. If I continue to beat you, I will kill someone to see who has the tougher life.

Huang Xiaoming complimented: "People say you are good at martial arts. I didn't believe it before, but now I do."

There was a smile on his face, but secretly he was frightened.

Ding Xiu is very strong in martial arts and very experienced. He does not possess this kind of technical skills and cannot learn them.

If he could learn it in a short time, he wouldn't have to practice martial arts for more than ten years.

Ding Xiu pondered for a few seconds and then said: "There is not enough space. In a real street battle, you have to run and fight continuously, otherwise the battle will end quickly and there will be no hope."

"We don't have any props either. It's best to get some tables, chairs and benches to smash."

"In the end, the martial arts attack was a bit intensive, and the rhythm was too fast. It could have been slower. If they were swarmed, even Ding Li, the retired king of soldiers, wouldn't be able to withstand it."

At home, he did a lot of homework on Ding Li, keeping his specific image, character, and family background in mind.

So what we just simulated was also Ding Li's state.

Otherwise, given his ability, these martial arts skills can't knock him down. A kick would not just pretend to wail on the ground, but would end up in the hospital with broken ribs.

To be honest, it is still a bit difficult to fight as Ding Li.

Because he knows martial arts, but Ding Li doesn't.

In many places, he could obviously use better, faster and more convenient moves to defeat the enemy, but in order to take care of the character setting, he could only sacrifice the near and seek the far.

It's like a seasoned club veteran who pretends to be a first-time consumer. The girl doesn't even know how to unbutton her buttons, and her clumsy appearance is really embarrassing.

Li Mingliang said: "There is no choice about space. It is a fixed alley. We can only reduce the number of people by then."

"There are no tables, chairs or benches, but we can design a few chicken coops, discarded wood and the like."

"Rhythm is a small matter. Let's discuss it again and come up with a new plan as quickly as possible."

"Xiao Zhang, you teach Brother Xiao Ming how to fight. Brother Xiu, you have a cup of tea and sit for a while. If you are busy, go back to the hotel first. I will let you know when I come back."

Huang Xiaoming, who rolled up his sleeves and was about to start practicing martial arts, had mixed feelings in his heart. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say what he wanted to say.

He practiced martial arts exhaustingly and drank tea leisurely like Uncle Ding Xiu.

They are both male protagonists, so the gap is not that big. People who don’t know think that Ding Xiu is the male protagonist and he is a guest star.

"I'm fine in the hotel, you guys are busy."

Ding Xiu declined Li Mingliang's kindness, found a chair to sit down, took out his mobile phone and read a novel, while Zhao Liying stood silently beside him holding a thermos cup.

He just looked at Huang Xiaoming who was sweating from martial arts practice from time to time.

"Do you want to try it too?" Ding Xiu spoke after not knowing how long it had been. Zhao Liying regained her composure and said quickly: "I'm just curious, is filming so hard?"

Ding Xiu smiled: "I'll give you two to three million and let you practice martial arts every day. Do you think it's hard?"

Zhao Liying smiled happily and said, "Then I can practice until the crew goes bankrupt."

With two to three million really, she would have nothing to worry about for the rest of her life, except murder and arson, and there was nothing else she couldn't do.

Ding Xiu sighed: "It's so easy to get involved in this industry. You have to be successful in front of others but suffer behind others. If you don't live up to your expectations, you will be eliminated in two years."

To be honest, he never thought that filming more than ten hours a day and practicing boring routines was such a hard and tiring thing.

Sanitation workers get up at five o'clock every day and clean the streets all day long. How much does it cost per month?

You know, even if it's a business of killing people's heads, the income is not as much as that of an actor.

Compared with those things, this is just drizzle.

Zhao Liying nodded and said: "I know this. When Liu Yifei was filming the Condor, you took her riding a horse every day. She was knocked off the horse and couldn't walk. She complained that her buttocks hurt. These are all hardships."

"Ahem." Ding Xiu coughed and said, "Don't mention the old things. Anyway, this profession is not that easy to do, but it is also difficult to do. It's not difficult for those who can master it, but it's not difficult for those who don't know how to do it."

Zhao Liying shook her head: "I don't understand."

"You'll know when you get into this business."

The entertainment industry is like a pyramid. The higher you go up, the higher the pay, and the jobs you get are relatively easier.

Ordinary extras act as ordinary people, and it only costs a few dozen yuan a day to kneel and kowtow, which is taxing on the waist and knees, and also hurts self-esteem.

Special actors play the roles of guards or palace maids. They stand still for hundreds of days, and nothing happens except for numbness in their legs.

The extra actor who has lines plays the role of the eunuch who announces the decree. Reading a few passages can make hundreds of dollars a day. This requires more saliva, so you need to drink some tea from time to time to soothe your throat.

The male protagonist sits on the dragon throne and says that he is equal to all the ministers and can get tens of thousands of dollars a day, which costs nothing.

"Brother Xiao Ming, that's not how punching works. The horse's steps must be steady and the punches must be fast. You have no strength."

"Sorry, I'll do it again."

"No, it still doesn't work. You haven't mastered the technique. Brother Xiu, can you please help me and give me some guidance?"

Wu Xing taught Huang Xiaoming a set of turning and roundhouse kicks, but Huang Xiaoming couldn't learn it. He either fell or staggered, and had no choice but to ask Ding Xiu for help.

Bored Ding Xiu is of course happy to help.

"This is simple. In fact, everyone can do it once they master the know-how, as long as they have feet."

Huang Xiaoming: "..."

mmp.

Even if you help him, don't forget to insult him.

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