This actor needs more money

Ding Xiu's current strength is not very strong, just a surprise kick. Many people who have practiced martial arts for two or three months can do it, not to mention that the people who came to compete today are all people who have been practicing Bajiquan for some years. .

We were participating in a competitive competition, and many people, not to mention experts, at least had two skills.

"Brother Xiu, that guy talks so funny."

Zhao Liying pointed at the big man yelling at the referee and couldn't help laughing.

Others don't know, so how can she not know that being able to fall down instantly is sometimes a good thing. The longer you stay up, the greater the risk of being beaten.

Not to mention just one-on-one, even if four or five people go up to Ding Xiu together, they are no match.

"Don't point fingers at people." Ding Xiu pressed Zhao Liying's hand: "Be careful of offending people. If they don't dare to look for me, why don't they dare to look for you later?"

Zhao Liying smiled bitterly, a little scared: "No way."

Ding Xiu slowly shook his head: "People's hearts are unpredictable, just in case."

He doesn't understand today's society. In the past, people who practiced martial arts were ruthless people. Martial ethics? No, the purpose of practicing martial arts is to kill people and gain goods.

There are many people who will kill you if you are unhappy.

People who practice martial arts have a certain amount of murderous intent. If they are underestimated, belittled, or looked down upon, they will often come back to seek revenge.

Therefore, as long as those who practice martial arts do not offend others easily, they will not walk in the world with swords and swords, but they will also have worldly feelings.

"Oh." Zhao Liying quickly put her hands in her pockets, puffed her mouth, and turned her eyes around, not daring to look at the big man again.

Ding Xiu burst out laughing, thought of something, and said, "Do you still want to film again? I'll ask Director Wang to arrange a small supporting role for you."

"That's so embarrassing." Zhao Liying looked calm on the surface, but her eyes were already squinting at the crescent moon, and her hands in her pockets were twisting along with her body.

She also wants to join the cast of Wang Jiawei's drama. Oh my god, this is taking off.

Although she is just a bit player, the bit player is also an actor. If her name can be seen on the big screen, many friends in the village will have to see her name.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I see you're usually bored on the set. If you really want to make a living in the future, read more acting books. If you behave well, I'll let Lao Qin sign you."

Zhao Liying looked serious: "Brother Xiu, I just want to follow you. I feel that with my current qualifications, I am not qualified to be a contracted artist of the company."

Being an artist is not as good as being with Ding Xiu. It’s not like she doesn’t know that the trainees and college students in the company can’t get into a few dramas all year round. They only play small roles and need to climb up step by step.

It's different with Ding Xiu. She has acted in two dramas in a row in the last Mythology and this one in The Grandmaster. Although it is a small role, her frequency is no worse than those of the contracted artists in the company.

When her acting skills get better in the future, Ding Xiu may take her to act in more dramas. Isn't it better than sitting on the bench every day in the company?

"Okay, then you can follow me for the time being. If you're addicted to drama, tell me. It won't be a problem to make some extra money with you."

Ding Xiu has no plans to let go of Zhao Liying just yet. He wants to develop the little girl into one of his own step by step. If possible, it would be best to develop her into an undercover agent for Gao Yuanyuan and Qin Lan.

"Yeah." Zhao Liying was very excited and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

She loves filming so much and makes a lot of money. One week's pay can cover more than half a month's salary, which is a lot of income over a long period of time.

If she can play a bit player with a lot of lines and appearances, her weekly salary will even exceed her monthly salary.

…

Ding Xiu sat in the audience watching the Bajiquan battle below. He watched it all morning, but the first round was not finished yet.

At noon, the game is suspended and lunch time arrives.

This university is open to the outside world, and many off-campus office workers usually eat in the cafeteria here. They are too lazy to go out to eat, so Ding Xiu also solves the problem in the school cafeteria.

Many people think that celebrities are picky, but in fact they are not picky. After all, the crew's box lunches can last for several months, so what's the difference?

Ding Xiu chose a remote place in the canteen and sat down. Ding Xiu asked Zhao Liying to get food. After a while, two dinner plates were placed on the table.

"The food here is pretty good." Looking at the three dishes and one soup in front of him, Ding Xiu was a little surprised.

It is said online that the school cafeteria serves pig food, with stewed potatoes, fried carrots, and boiled cabbage every meal, but the one in front of me is not that bad, with one portion of twice-cooked pork, one portion of cabbage with garlic paste, and one portion of mapo tofu. The soup is seaweed and egg drop, which is probably not good. Spend money.

The rice portion is also huge.

"Of course not bad, it's eighteen yuan." Zhao Liying said.

Eighteen yuan for three dishes and one soup is indeed a good deal, and it costs 30 yuan to put it outside, but a portion here is not a plate, just a spoonful.

If you really calculate it carefully, it’s actually about the same, but it costs less and the portion is smaller.

You can freely choose the meals at the window, and the ones she picked were all slightly more expensive. Although she did not study in this university, she knew that most students could not afford this kind of food.

Eighteen yuan for a meal, thirty or forty a day, one thousand and two dollars a month, ordinary families cannot afford it.

Most college students live on five to six hundred yuan a month, and they eat mostly potatoes, vegetarian dishes, and some meat from time to time.

"It's really expensive." Ding Xiu smacked his tongue and picked up a chopstick of twice-cooked pork. It tasted average.

Come to think of it, the chefs here always use large iron pots to fry the food, weighing dozens of kilograms at a time, and the spoons are big shovels like shoveling the ground. They are destined to not be so precise about the heat.

Zhao Liying ate her own meal and smiled: "I thought you would say it was cheap."

"Haha, I've been through hardships, okay?" Ding Xiu said with a smile: "I used to live in the basement with Bao Qiang, and I wanted to split every penny into two cents, and my daily salary was only dozens of yuan..."

Ding Xiu chatted with Zhao Liying about some past stories, which made Zhao Liying's eyes turn red.

Those understated experiences were really miserable in her eyes.

"Brother Xiu, it's really not easy for you."

"Haha, it's not easy at all. I won't die even if I'm tired and miserable. In fact, this is already very happy."

Sometimes Ding Xiu really envies people in this era. Everyone is a little tired and miserable, but at least their lives are not in danger. Everyone has light in their eyes and has expectations for life and the future.

In this era, as long as you are not lazy, you will not die. You can work in a factory to make screws, carry dishes and wash dishes, there is always a job that can support you.

"Master Ding, I didn't expect you to be so close to the people." Ding Xiu was chatting, and Liu Xiaoyun, a disciple from Wujiang not far away, came over with a dinner plate: "Is it convenient for me to sit down?"

"Master Liu, don't bury me, sit down quickly." Ding Xiu said with a smile: "I am a citizen, there is no way to talk about whether we can be friends or not."

Liu Xiaoyun smiled and said: "I thought you big stars would eat seafood, abalone and lobster every meal."

"To be honest, the lunches that the crew eat during filming are not as good as those in the school cafeteria. When I am busy, I don't have time to eat all day, so I am not picky about food."

"Then you've come to the right place. The food at this university is good... What do you think of the teams competing this morning?"

After chatting for a while, Liu Xiaoyun talked about the martial arts competition.

Ding Xiu chatted while eating, and said casually: "Guwu is too closed-door. Before I came here, I thought that many people only knew how to practice, but they didn't know how to fight. It turned out that most people didn't know how to practice, and only a few of them knew how to practice. Given the correct training methods, among this small group of people, those who know how to play are even rarer."

The confinement of Chuanwu was more serious than he thought.

Judging from the situation this morning, 80% of people have not practiced the method. Their Bajiquan is just a showmanship. In the process of fighting, it is not the Bajiquan style, but a combination of modern methods. Fighting style.

It would be better not to practice Bajiquan, which is a complete waste of time.

Those who can be associated with modern fighting are pretty good, at least for smart people. Some idiots just use practiced moves to hit people, which almost made Ding Xiu laugh to death.

If you use the routine you used during practice to beat people, what's going on?

Liu Xiaoyun automatically ignored the first half of Ding Xiu's words and asked: "Master Ding, so you know how to fight?"

He already knew what Chuan Wu was like. He could only say that freezing three feet was not a day's cold.

He himself also teaches disciples. At the beginning, he just teaches some basic skills and lays the foundation. During this period, he will screen out those with weak perseverance and bad character, and then give coaching methods to the remaining ones.

At this point, you have truly become a disciple and begun to learn real things.

But even so, he would have to wait and see this batch of apprentices for a few years before finally selecting two or three to teach them how to play.

From entering the door to becoming a disciple, to the final method of playing, only two or three out of a hundred people can learn the essence.

This is already fast, it can be called a crash course in the martial arts world.

Some old guys only pass it on to two or three apprentices in their lifetime, and the master's secret knowledge is not passed on until they see the coffin.

Under such circumstances, it is simply impossible for Chuanwu to flourish.

"You know a little bit, the master has taught you a few tricks." Ding Xiu asked, "You opened a martial arts school to teach kung fu, are you really teaching without distinction?"

Liu Xiaoyun glanced around and chuckled: "How is it possible? For foreigners, I don't even teach the exercises. I just teach some basic stances and practice the Bajiquan stance."

"It's true to promote traditional martial arts, but I only promote it domestically. Otherwise, if my ancestors find out about it, they might crawl out of their coffins and come to settle accounts with me."

There are not many sects in China that learn martial arts, know how to practice and fight, and have complete inheritance. As far as he knows, no one has passed down his family's unique skills, at least on the surface.

In a special era, the group of people who ran away opened martial arts gyms and martial arts schools and became prosperous, but many people still abide by the bottom line and do not teach real kung fu to foreigners.

Especially the older generation has more conservative ideas and has always followed the idea that Kung Fu should not be passed on to others.

This is also the reason why few people know how to play. It’s not that they don’t want to pass it on, but they are afraid that if too many people know it, the secret skill will no longer be the secret skill. One day, some apprentice who is short of money will be bribed by someone with hundreds of thousands to pass on the skill. Sorry, ancestors.

Ding Xiu nodded: "In peaceful times, as long as you can inherit the kung fu, it won't end your incest, and it won't be easy for you."

Liu Xiaoyun smiled and said: "Nothing is difficult. I have made a lot of money in this business. By the way, I heard that you once defeated the Sanda boxing champion with an eight-level collapse."

"It's just taking advantage of it, it's not worth mentioning."

"Humility, so Hong Kong Island's challenge to the eight major sects is to take advantage of their unpreparedness?"

"A bunch of old men, it won't take much effort to beat them."

You said something to me, Ding Xiu and Liu Xiaoyun were talking nonsense, both of them had something in mind, but they didn't show it.

In the afternoon the game continued until five o'clock.

Ding Xiu found a hotel nearby to stay, and came to school at nine o'clock the next morning to participate in the competition.

Yesterday, the first round ended. There are currently about a hundred people who have advanced. Today is the second round.

Ding Xiu's number is 038, which is relatively high in number. He arrived not long after the opening.

"Master Ding, nice to meet you. My name is Wang Dalong. I am a teacher at Beijing Sports University. I studied under Teacher Liu and have been practicing Baji Quan for twelve years."

A young man in his twenties or eighties, about 1.8 meters tall, with a strong build and a crew cut, came up and announced his family name.

Ding Xiu glanced at Liu Xiaoyun. He didn't know the level of his master, but he should be able to tell something from his apprentice.

"Nice to meet you."

Ding Xiu only said two words and said nothing more.

There is really no reputation that can be distinguished, such as movie star, TV star, actor, singer, entrepreneur, these things are not easy to show up here.

But his attitude of cherishing words like gold made Wang Dalong a little unhappy and felt that he was a bit awkward.

"please!"

"please!"

"Three two one, ready, start!"

The referee lowered his sword, but Ding Xiu didn't move first. He wanted to see Wang Dalong's strength.

On the opposite side, Wang Dalong instantly put on a standard Baji boxing stance. His boxing stance was different from others. This match was a Baji match. There were many people showing up in the boxing stance at the beginning, but those people were not so much boxing stances. , it is better to say that it is a stance, which is not the same thing as actual combat.

Ding Xiu took a step back with his left foot, clenched his fists, opened his arms back and forth, and his body sank.

"Master Ding, my fists are quite heavy, so be careful."

"Don't worry, I can catch it."

"boom!"

After Wang Dalong finished speaking, he came up with a side kick.

Ding Xiu raised his elbow to block it and said: "Good guy, you are young and don't have martial ethics. You are cheating. The fists you promised are heavier. Come up and use your feet."

Martial arts competitions all rely on energy. Wang Dalong didn't want to speak, for fear of being discouraged, and even more afraid of being distracted. He didn't answer Ding Xiu's words. He didn't succeed with one kick. He closed the distance, stepped hard with his feet, swung his arms, and made a snap. The long fist was extended and hit Ding Xiu directly in the face.

The next second, Ding Xiu's wrist was grabbed, preventing him from moving forward. Almost at the same time, he raised his leg, preparing to kick him out.

Just as he lifted his legs, Ding Xiu kicked him on the thigh, as if he had no idea, and kicked him back.

"Young man, you're not hot enough." Ding Xiu smiled and used his strength to push Wang Dalong's fist back, pushing the opponent back a few steps.

"Go on, be a little more ruthless. The King of Hell will give you a hand and let the tiger climb the mountain. If it doesn't work, let's stick to the mountain."

Wang Dalong looked solemn and said with a forced smile: "That will only happen if Master Ding cooperates."

"Don't worry, I will definitely cooperate with you." Ding Xiu knew that the King of Hell's three-point hand was a late-attack move. It was mainly used to respond to the opponent's moves. It was rarely used directly. If he didn't move, the opponent wouldn't be able to use it.

Very cooperatively, Ding Xiu took a deep breath and punched Wang Dalong.

The corner of Wang Dalong's mouth curled up. He didn't expect to meet such a stupid person. He was also drunk and took the initiative to punch in the ring. This was the first time I saw him.

The king of hell has three hands: one to touch, one to hug, and one to push.

In the first hand, Wang Dalong's palm touched Ding Xiu's wrist. It was a little different from what he imagined. The force was so strong that it almost didn't bounce away, but it didn't matter, just touched it.

With the second hand, he stepped forward and bent his arms to hug Ding Xiu's arm. With the third hand, while hugging the arm, he raised his elbow and used the elbow as a spear to stab Ding Xiu's lower ribs.