This actor needs more money

The situation on Hong Kong Island is complicated, especially before 1997. There was a mixed bag of good and bad, and everyone was there. Who is still standing today and has a clean butt?

A few years ago, who were the people who opened martial arts schools? Who are your disciples?

At its peak, there were 500,000 gang members in Hong Kong Island, one in every ten civilians. How could a martial arts school with such powerful force survive alone?

Nine out of ten martial arts schools have more or less connections with gangs.

Even if it doesn't matter, many of his disciples are also gang members.

The components of the martial arts gym are so complicated that Wu Jing is worried that Ding Xiu and the others will not get any good results. Even if they win, it is not impossible for them to do some dirty tricks to prevent you from reaching the mainland.

If it was an innocent competition, why would Wu Jing be so worried?

For example, in the mainland, it doesn't matter if Ding Xiu dances casually or chooses a sect by himself. In broad daylight, the sky is clear, and no one can do anything to him.

Both the public and private losers can only hold their noses and admit it.

Hong Kong Island is different, the team-building is very good, from the fact that so many martial arts schools issued a challenge at the same time, it can be seen how much they hate Ding Xiu.

To put it nicely, it's called grouping, but to put it worse, it's xenophobia. I feel that the martial arts here cannot be trampled by a mainlander like Ding Xiu and must return to the field as soon as possible.

Ding Xiu squinted his eyes and said, "A society governed by law, isn't it?"

"Who dares to bet? It's better to be careful." Wu Jing continued to advise earnestly: "My master has spoken and told you not to agree. Later, he will also set up a ring in Peking to welcome the martial arts from Hong Kong Island to challenge."

Ding Xiu raised his eyebrows: "Is it so big?"

Wu Jing frowned: "Who says it's not the case?"

The two arenas in the north and south are fighting with each other. This kind of scene has never happened in decades.

The Hong Kong side wants to defeat Ding Xiu, and the Wu soldiers in Peiping want to protect people. Neither side will give in to the other, and it has reached a stalemate.

There are many martial arts people in Hong Kong Island, and there are definitely masters. Even Ding Xiu dare not say that he is invincible. Once he takes the stage, he will win or lose.

If you win and offend the Hong Kong martial arts community, you may not dare to come to this land again in the future. If you lose, it will be even worse, your reputation will be ruined, and your career in the entertainment industry may be lost.

Wu Bing is the head coach. Over the years, he has known many people and taught many students. He can recruit the most capable people in the country to come to the stage in a matter of minutes. Due to pressure, the martial arts community in Hong Kong does not dare to go to him easily. beat.

Now all parties are waiting for Ding Xiu's attitude.

There are three situations waiting for him. The first is to accept the move and go up to the stage to compete with several major martial arts schools. The second is not to accept the move and pretends that he didn't hear it. The third situation is to muddle through the incident. The third is to admit his mistake over tea.

No matter which one you choose, there are risks.

In Wu Jing's opinion, the second point is the most dangerous. If you don't agree and don't refuse, this attitude will probably mean someone will come and beat you to death.

The third best thing is to serve tea and admit your mistake. If you feel aggrieved, just be a little bit aggrieved. The best thing is to be safe. Give the other party a step to step up, and everyone will turn it into a big problem and a small one.

But Wu Jing knew that it was absolutely impossible for Ding Xiu to choose the third option. People who learn martial arts must first cultivate three murderous auras. Anyone who can practice kung fu to Ding Xiu's level is not a strong-willed master who dares to fight and fight. It's not him if he bows his head easily.

"Thank you, Mr. Wu. I'll take your advice. I'll bring two bottles of good wine to him for a drink later." Ding Xiu smiled lightly and said, "But I'd better let me handle it myself."

"I haven't done anything for a long time. My hands are itchy. I would like to see if the Eight Great Martial Arts Schools are really worthy of their name."

"Winning or losing doesn't matter, I just want to find a few masters to relax my muscles and bones. If they can beat me to death, I will be happy."

It has been several years since I came to this world, and it was the first time I felt the atmosphere of the martial arts world. Not to mention, I was quite excited.

Not to mention that if you win, you will get money without losing money.

He said it didn't matter whether he won or lost, but in fact, Ding Xiu never thought about losing. It wasn't him who raised him up, and the one who could beat him among his peers was not born yet.

Kung Fu is different from other things. This thing requires actual combat to gain experience.

Those who can participate in life-and-death fights, break physical limits, and emerge from the pile of dead people are even more powerful.

Unfortunately, we are now in a harmonious society.

How many of the younger generation have fought life and death battles?

Even if it is a professional boxing match, it is still a sport in the final analysis. It is stipulated that this cannot be fought and that cannot be fought. Many boxers will never have the opportunity to kill their opponents in their lifetime.

Compared to masters like Ding Xiu, who had countless blood on their hands, warriors in peacetime were no different than elementary school students.

Wu Jing's eyes were beating wildly, and his heart was pounding: "Brother Xiu, it's not to the point of fighting for life or death. If not, don't let it get to you."

He was really afraid that when Ding Xiu came to power, he would kill a few people, and that would be great fun.

Which director in the entertainment industry would dare to use him in the future?

Get out of the circle in a minute.

Just when I was popular, I got into a fight and lost my future, thanks.

Ding Xiu shrugged: "It's just an analogy. I want to beat someone to death because I'm crazy. Okay, don't worry about this matter. Just do as I said. I will accept the bonus when it comes to one million, and let them mark it down." Tao comes."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Wu Jing nodded helplessly.

On the same day, Ding Xiu offered to raise the bonus to 1 million before distributing it. Hong Kong's entertainment industry exploded again. This time, countless netizens scolded him.

"You are crazy about money. Why don't you grab the one million appearance fee?"

"This kid probably doesn't dare to fight. He deliberately raised the bonus and set the threshold to make the eight major martial arts schools quit."

"What a smart person does, one million is not a small sum, and Ding Xiu is not a nobody. Who dares to say that he can beat him 100%? If he loses his reputation, he also loses one million. Anyone with any brains will weigh it."

"Fuck, I'll invest five hundred yuan and let Ding Xiu come to power quickly."

"I'll pay two hundred."

"I'll pay you a thousand just to see this pretender get beaten."

"Let's all work together and pool some money to get Ding Xiu up there."

Netizens on Hong Kong Island launched a fundraiser and expressed their hope that Ding Xiu would be beaten on stage.

Several major martial arts gyms are quite famous, and they don't want netizens to raise money for them to compete in the ring. The Wing Chun gym paid one million for that day, and the media called Ding Xiu to take over.

I don’t know if it was because I felt a little distressed, but the Wing Chun martial arts school had a very hot temper and said that if Ding Xiu didn’t take the move, he would beat him every time he saw him in the future.

The next day, before Ding Xiu could speak to him, Wu Bing rushed over from the mainland at full speed, bringing with him several famous martial arts figures.

After knowing that Ding Xiu was going to be beaten, they expressed that they would serve as witnesses for him to avoid being bullied.

Ding Xiu felt relaxed when someone helped him with the work, leaving all the rest to Wu Bing and the others.

Two days later, the competition process was discussed. The venue was set at a century-old teahouse. The number of people on the floor was limited. Photography and video shooting were not allowed. The two sides fought without rules, but only to the point where no one would lose their lives.

If he wins, Ding Xiu will take away one million, but if he loses, he will have to admit his mistake to Wing Chun.

But no matter whether you win or lose, you can't make small moves afterwards. This is the premise.

This was the last thing Wu Bing could do for Ding Xiu.

…

According to the agreed time, Ding Xiu arrived at the teahouse on time. Wu Jing and director Li Zizhong personally sent him there.

Before he got out of the car, Wu Jing was cursing.

"It's true what you said. Why are you filming when you have to fight with others? The only real thing is to spend the next two days practicing martial arts."

After it was confirmed that he was going to fight, Ding Xiu had been filming day and night for the past two days. He was going to the ring at noon today, and he filmed all night last night.

Sometimes Wu Jing admires his calmness.

Li Zizhong, the main driver, said: "Say less, don't affect Brother Xiu's mood."

Downstairs of the teahouse, reporters, media, martial arts disciples, and passers-by gathered on three levels outside and on three levels, and the road was filled with water.

Li Zizhong exaggerated: "The last time such a big event was Andy Lau's concert."

He didn't expect that there would be so many people coming today, and several streets were blocked.

Seeing Ding Xiu's car entering, a crowd of people immediately gathered around him. Li Zizhong and Wu Jing turned into bodyguards and joined hands with several martial arts crew members to protect Ding Xiu in the middle, allowing him to enter the teahouse safely.

"Crack!"

After entering the building, the door behind me closed and it suddenly felt much quieter.

There were a lot of people in the lobby on the first floor. They were all high-level people from major martial arts schools. There were also some people whom Ding Xiu didn't know. He guessed they were big shots watching the fun.

"Master Ding, in order to welcome you, I will clear the hall in Yunlou today. Please come upstairs."

Ding Xiu raised his hand towards the speaker: "Thank you very much."

The teahouse is worthy of being a century-old teahouse. The overall style is black. Unlike ordinary teahouses, there are very few modern technological products here.

Stairs, floors, hollow flower carvings, screens, tables, chairs, and stools are all made of wood.

Some of the tables are dark in color and thickly patinated, showing their age, and the aroma of hot tea is very charming.

Normally, Ding Xiu would have a drink, but today the situation didn't allow it. When he walked to the stairs, a man in his thirties standing there stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Cai Li Fu and Ma Qiang would like to ask Master Ding for advice."

In the hall, many eyes came over, and some people seemed to be smiling but not smiling, sipping tea and watching the show.

Ding Xiu glanced back and saw no one spoke, and said, "Fight with me, are you ready for the appearance fee?"

Ma Qiang's face turned red from holding back. Where could he give Ding Xiu a million? That was one million, not one hundred yuan.

Ding Xiu said calmly: "You can fight if you want. If you lose, I will take your martial arts school's brand."

Ma Qiang pursed his lips and did not dare to say a word, looking towards an old man in the hall.

This is no longer someone he can decide. If he loses and picks the sign of the martial arts hall, it is much worse than a million. The sign of the martial arts hall has been taken off. How can he open the door and beckon disciples in the future?

Forget it.

Or we can only open it again in another city.

The old man sat as steady as a rock on the Taishi chair, stroked his white beard on his chin, and nodded slightly.

"Since the kid wants to play, we, Cai Lifu, will accompany you. What will happen if you lose?"

Ding Xiu said loudly: "If you lose, I will give you one million. It doesn't matter which martial arts gym you are in today. It's the same. If you want to recruit, prepare the brand of your own martial arts gym."

Come on, it would be boring to only play Wing Chun. There are so many martial arts, it would be a pity not to try them all.

As for losing the fight and shutting down the family, Ding Xiu never thought about the fact that there are too many inheritors of a martial arts. Take Hongquan as an example, there are only 800 martial arts schools in the world.

All he wants is for the company he fought with to get a plaque.

There are many Cai Lifus in the world, and this one is not missing. It doesn't hurt to miss one.

"Okay, it's settled."

"Ma Qiang!"

After receiving the instructions from the martial arts boss, Ma Qiang nodded heavily, stepped on the stairs with his back foot, slowly raised his arms, and assumed a slightly strange posture.

Wu Jing, who was behind him, took a few steps back to leave some space and help explain: "Cai Li Fu, as the name suggests, Cai Family Boxing, Li Family Kicks, and Buddha Family Palms, the three kung fu together are called Cai Li Fu School."

"Boxing techniques are usually fierce, with vigorous strikes, while Buddhist palms are gentle. Both are strong and soft. Li's feet are as fast as lightning, making it impossible to guard against them."

After hearing Wu Jing's explanation, Ding Xiu exclaimed, and faced Ma Qiang and said, "One kung fu can last a lifetime. It is not easy for ordinary people to master one skill. I don't know Cai Lifu, which one did you learn from?"

Ma Qiang was not upset that someone had exposed him before he even started to lay the foundation. Cai Lifu was a famous boxer and many people knew about it. It was not surprising. If Wu Jing had not spoken, he would have suspected that Ding Xiu had checked them secretly and classified each family. The characteristics of martial arts are clearly understood.

"Everyone knows a little bit, please!"

Ding Xiu smiled: "Not bad, let me try it on you first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out with his front foot, making a loud bang on the wooden floor, and then extended his fist.

Baji stamped his feet and punched the back of his hand with great force.

The distance between the two is less than one meter. It is difficult to hide or catch at such a close distance.

Ma Jiajian used his fist as his palm, and in an instant he reached forward with one hand, grabbed Ding Xiu's forearm, stepped back, and at the same time stabbed Ding Xiu's chest with his knee.

The corner of Ding Xiu's mouth curled up, his fist opened, and he grabbed Ma Qiang's arm with his backhand, while the other hand came down to slap the attacking knee.

He was also grabbing the opponent's arm, but Ma Qiang felt that the hands on his own arms were much stronger, making his arms hurt. This showed that Ding Xiu's strength was greater than his.

This is not a good sign.

Ding Xiu didn't have as many thoughts as Ma Qiang. He grabbed his arm and turned around as if swinging a sledgehammer. Using Ma Qiang's arm as a fulcrum, he threw it behind him with all his strength.

The man, who weighed more than 150 kilograms, suddenly flew four to five meters. Some people in the hall had already closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the tragedy that followed.

However, Cai Lifu's people just frowned and did not show panic or despair.

The next second, Ma Qiang, who was in the air, twisted his body, and after removing the force, his feet landed firmly on the ground.

"good!"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone in the hall was very excited. This landing was done beautifully.

Even Mr. Cai Lifu was very pleased.

When Ma Qiang heard the sound, before he had time to laugh, he looked up and saw Ding Xiu a few meters away like a fierce horse, rushing forward in two steps, with his five fingers clenched like a target, and his arm raised like a spear.

"Baji, your heart is at your mercy!"

An elbow hit his chest, and Ma Qiang flew backwards again. This time he landed very far and fell directly into the crowd of people eating melon and drinking tea.

He couldn't get up. He never opened his eyes after being hit. After he landed, his face was as pale as paper and his breathing was weak.

Fortunately, there was a doctor waiting for me and he immediately came forward to check on me.

First, open your eyelids and look at the pupils with a flashlight, then feel the aorta and check the heart rate...

"The patient fainted temporarily. His life is not in danger, but he has two broken ribs and needs immediate surgery."

Ding Xiu retracted his fists, stood upright, cupped his hands and said, "Chengyi, next one."

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit cold, and no one said anything for a while. A group of big guys looked at each other and looked at you.

In the corner, a middle-aged man wearing a black leather jacket and sunglasses opened his mouth wide: "Fuck you, it's so fierce. It seems that my movie is still conservative."