This actor needs more money

A few days after Qin Gang communicated with Ding Xiu, Ding Xiu received a call from Cai Yinong, the owner of Sugar Man Film and Television, who asked him politely about his attitude towards Legend of Sword and Fairy III.

Ding Xiu didn't stupidly say that he had to bring Yang Mi to act with him, as that would offend people. He just said that he hoped Boss Cai would give the young man a chance.

Hearing what he said, Cai Yinong also understood. He laughed and chatted for a while, and made an appointment to have tea in the city when he was free.

Ding Xiu didn't know how Qin Gang talked about it, but he only found out from Yang Siwei on the eve of the Spring Festival that Yang Mi was appointed as the first female lead, Liu Sisi as the second female lead and Tang Yan as the third female lead.

On New Year's Eve, in the afternoon, Ding Xiu took Zhao Liying, Wang Baoqiang and his assistant Xiao Rong, and they all came to Wu Jing's house to celebrate the New Year.

Wu Jing was waiting for everyone at the door early.

"Brothers, please come inside. I won't come home until you're drunk today."

"If you don't get drunk and don't come back, you won't be afraid of your old man whipping you."

"Hell, he won't hit anyone during the Chinese New Year, but he can drink whatever he wants this year."

With a big wave of his hand, Wu Jing said: "Girls, go help in the kitchen, and we brothers will have a chat."

As soon as Zhao Liying and Xiao Rong left, Wu Jing chuckled and said, "You two hide your secrets. There are no girls around you who are the same."

Hearing this, Wang Baoqiang took a step back in fright: "Brother Jing, you can't talk nonsense. When will there be someone like this around me? Just this one. I agree with what you want to say about Brother Xiu. Count me in." Go in, isn’t this a false accusation against a good person?”

Wu Jing nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, you are different from Ding Xiu. You are ugly. Finding a girlfriend is a blessing."

Wang Baoqiang: "..."

Why are you still attacking me personally while talking?

Is it his fault that he is ugly and short?

That is to say, he just doesn't want to find one. Otherwise, with his fame and money, he could have a different girlfriend every day. Of course, the cost may also cost a little more.

Unlike Ding Xiu, who has a nice face, there are probably girls who would be willing to talk about life and ideals with him all night without asking for money.

"Don't you have bad eyesight? You are my assistant." Ding Xiu said to Wu Jing.

Wu Jing: "I understand, Bao Qiang is also an assistant, and Huang Bo's wife is also an assistant."

Nowadays, when talking about girlfriends, artists like to talk about assistants. They can be together openly every day, have a lot of contact time, and can explain themselves when being photographed by paparazzi.

Ding Xiu's face twitched: "The little girl is not going home during the Chinese New Year. She is busy working with me and comes here to have a meal with me."

"I understand, I understand. Don't explain. Come with me and take you into the house for a tour."

Wu Jing led Ding Xiu and Wang Baoqiang to an old house, opened a large cabinet, and carefully took out a large object wrapped tightly in red cloth.

"Guess what?"

The object is fifty centimeters wide and more than one meter long. Ding Xiu joked: "Is this a coffin board?

"I'm going to fuck you, uncle." Wu Jing's face turned dark and he didn't want to show off anymore: "This is a plaque, handed down from our ancestors. This is a good thing."

Asking Baoqiang to hold the plaque, Wu Jing unveiled the red cloth, revealing the true face of the plaque.

Due to age, some corners have rotted and the paint has peeled off. Only the two large characters on it, Wu Kui, can be seen from the carved mark.

"Hehe, my ancestor was a martial arts champion and the leader of the Royal Forest Army. The plaque was given by the emperor. Isn't that awesome?"

"You are the only treasure of this piece of shit." Ding Xiu curled his lips and said, "Brother, how many years have passed since the Qing Dynasty ended, and you are still the number one scholar in martial arts, are you as good as me?"

"Just tell me this, and don't let our old man hear it, or he will have to fight for you."

How many years had passed since the fall of the Qing Dynasty? Wu Jing knew that taking out the things was just to show off in front of Ding Xiu and Wang Baoqiang, to brag, and had no other meaning.

Ding Xiu's eyes lit up: "I heard that your family is a martial arts family and has been practicing martial arts for generations. The old man must be pretty good at martial arts, right?"

"I was quite good at fighting when I was young, but now I can't. He has three high blood pressure, rheumatism, old cold legs, and a heart bypass. You can do it if you want, but if something happens, remember to carry him to your house."

"Forget it then."

After hearing so many illnesses, Ding Xiu was afraid that the old man and Wu Jing would try to blackmail him.

After coming out of the old house, Wu Jing took Ding Xiu and Bao Qiang to visit his arsenal, which contained various knives and guns.

After picking up a spear and coming to the yard, Wu Jing also performed a performance for Ding Xiu.

He is a spearmanship champion and has been practicing for many years. He once taught Ding Xiu that his skills are not very good. His spears are beautiful and his spears shoot out like dragons. Wang Baoqiang kept clapping his hands when he saw him.

"Brother Xiu, how are you?" Wu Jing raised his chin towards Ding Xiu and blew the bangs on his forehead.

"Fancy." This is Ding Xiu's evaluation, which is very fair.

A set of Hundred Birds Chaofeng spear technique is indeed very flashy in Wu Jing's hands. The whole set of movements is full of one word, handsome.

Apart from being handsome, it has no use for warmth. Isn't it flashy?

Wu Jing threw away his spear and flew towards Ding Xiu: "Then you come up with something that is not flashy."

Catching the spear with one hand, Ding Xiu drew a circle in the air. The spear flickered, and the spear flowers blossomed, then danced in the middle of the yard.

In the same way, Ding Xiu's spear technique was much more powerful than Wu Jing's. The sound of gunshots breaking through the air and whirring and exploding could be heard from far away.

If you look carefully, you can see that the footprints on the ground are different from Wu Jing's. Wu Jing's footprints are everywhere and messy, while Ding Xiu's footprints are in that small area and have never gone beyond.

At the end, looking at the wall of the courtyard, Ding Xiu dragged the spear with one hand and retracted and extended it. Long marks were left on the ground by the tip of the spear.

Then he turned around, turned his body, matched his legs with his waist, and his waist with his arms, like a dragon turning over, and passed the spear back.

"Snapped!"

The putty powder on the wall was punctured, revealing the blue bricks inside, which cracked.

Ding Xiu put away his gun, and a hole as thick as his thumb was drilled into the brick.

This is the counterattack.

It catches people by surprise, attacks them when they are not prepared, and penetrates the whole body with force. It can stab people through when they are caught off guard.

"Wonderful!"

"Bah bang bang!"

Under the eaves, the old man of Wu Jing's family clapped his hands and applauded, his face turned into a chrysanthemum smile.

"Dad, why did you come out?"

"The room is too stuffy. Come out and take a look when you hear the noise." Ignoring Wu Jing, the old man said to Ding Xiu: "I have heard Wu Jing talk about you a long time ago and said that your martial arts is very powerful. I didn't expect that you would be so powerful."

"With the marksmanship you just used, you can't get away with a marksman champion outside."

The old man's vision was more sinister than Wu Jing's, and he could see that Ding Xiu's marksmanship was different. It was very fierce and murderous. If it were a life-and-death fight, it could kill people.

And... the old man squinted his eyes and looked at the punctured blue brick.

Up to half a finger's depth.

If this was stabbed into someone's body, it would definitely penetrate him.

As he went in and out, blood was pouring out. He had to shed several kilograms of blood to be taken to the hospital. If he was unlucky, he was punctured in the spleen and could not even wait to be taken to the hospital.

"Championship and all that are just false claims." Ding Xiu put away his gun and smiled slightly.

Making money still makes people feel at ease.

"Young people can see clearly." The old man sighed, and then glanced at his son, and suddenly he became angry and stubborn.

Back then, Wu Jing was so competitive that he devoted himself to the martial arts team and competed every day. In the end, he got injured and went to film a TV series. After a while, he finally got some success and went to act in a movie.

I didn’t realize what I wanted until I was in my thirties.

"Dad, how can he be so thorough? He doesn't care about the bonus." Wu Jing revealed Ding Xiu's thoughts with one sentence.

If others don't know, doesn't he know that Ding Xiu is indifferent to fame and fortune? There are a few people in the entertainment industry who are indifferent to fame and fortune. This is a vanity fair in the first place.

It's just that watching martial arts competitions doesn't make money, so Ding Xiu doesn't want to do it.

If a game costs one million, this guy can set up a tent next to the competition ground and live there every day.

"Brother Jing, you don't understand me now." Ding Xiu said with a straight face: "Learning martial arts is mainly about strengthening the body, inheriting the things of our ancestors, carrying forward traditional culture, fighting and killing, being competitive and inferior. .”

The old man pointed at Ding Xiu with a trembling finger, and said to Wu Jing: "Look at me, if you have nothing to do, learn more."

If Wu Jing understood this truth, he would not be as virtuous as he is today.

Wu Jing said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, learn martial arts to keep fit, inherit the culture, and carry it forward, that's all."

Ding Xiu just deceived his old man and left him outside. No one would believe his lies.

Physical fitness? Who was chasing people with a watermelon knife when we were at Beijing Film Studio?

inherit culture? It has indeed been passed down, as foreign Sanda boxing champions were beaten and hospitalized by him.

Fighting and killing and falling behind? During the battle on Hong Kong Island, countless people from the eight sects were sent to the hospital.

"Let's not talk about this. Let's go inside and talk. The weather is very cold." Ding Xiu threw the spear to Wu Jing, breathed into his hands, and strode into the house.

With the help of Zhao Liying, Xiao Rong, and Xie Nan, the food was served.

Only then did Ding Xiu notice that the room was quite lively. In addition to Wu Jing's parents, Xie Nan's parents were also there.

There were many elderly people, so Ding Xiu spoke much more restrainedly.

Wu Jing originally wanted to bring a box of Maotai, but after being glared at by the old man, he changed it to two bottles.

He dared to drink like this in front of his father-in-law and mother-in-law. Fortunately, Wu Jing could do it and was not ashamed.

What the old man didn't know was that Wu Jing had already lost his face like this once. When he had dinner with Xie Nan's parents for the first time, he forced his father-in-law and mother-in-law to the ground, and the son-in-law forcibly became brothers.

"I'll take tea instead of wine." Wang Baoqiang covered his glass and begged for mercy: "I'm going to attend the Spring Festival Gala later, so I can't drink."

Wu Jing slapped his forehead: "Why did I forget this? Then you have something to eat to fill your stomach. Brother Xiu and I will wait for you to come back to drink."

"Okay, that's fine." Wang Baoqiang grinned.

"Young man, you want to go to the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Amazing! We can see you on TV soon."

"If nothing else happens, it should be okay."

"Then we have to take a photo quickly."

"Okay, uncle and aunt, please come over here."

Even Wang Baoqiang didn't expect that the most lovable person during this trip was not Ding Xiu or Wu Jing, but him.

Several old people took turns to take photos with him, and asked him about his past. He was also unambiguous when talking about farm work in the countryside.

Honesty, honesty, and diligence are the labels of Baoqiang.

After fulfilling the old man's wish, Wang Baoqiang didn't stay long. He was in a hurry to attend the Spring Festival Gala, so he just left his girlfriend to eat here.

In the evening, Ding Xiu and the others finished their meal and sat in front of the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Not long after I saw Wang Baoqiang's program, there were two programs in total, one was a cross talk drama, Bus Concerto, and the other was a solo song, Songs of Migrant Workers.

One person is in charge of two programs, and I have to say that Bao Qiang is really popular this year.

Of course, when it comes to skits, you have to look at Uncle Benshan. This year he brought the torch bearer and his partner Song Dandan is still the same. The theme is very close to this year's Olympics.

The most popular singer is Jay Chou, who sings Blue and White Porcelain.

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In the evening, when Wang Baoqiang came back, Wu Jing brought out the food left for him from the kitchen, and everyone laughed and drank and chatted.

At twelve o'clock, the sky is full of fireworks lighting up the city of Peiping. The excitement of the New Year seems to have dispelled the winter chill.

The next day, Ding Xiu was woken up by people paying New Year's greetings. The phone calls came one after another, and so did the people who came to the door with large and small bags.

The first person to come to the door was Jia Ling. We haven't seen her for a long time and she has gained weight again.

After being teased by Ding Xiu, she said with a smile: "Being fat means you have good food and live well. Recently, I opened a small theater with my friends. It's not far away. Brother Xiu can go and sit there when he has time."

"Okay, you can open a theater." Ding Xiu was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Jia Ling really has a talent for cross talk.

Jia Ling smiled shyly: "It's mainly because my friends give me face. I'm just a technical stock."

"Okay, you are just praising yourself in a roundabout way."

"No way."

Seeing that the living room was a bit messy, Jia Ling was not polite. She rolled up her sleeves and started working. She would chat with Ding Xiu from time to time. When guests came, she would make tea for them, just like the little assistant back then.

In the evening, seeing that no one came, Ding Xiu picked out a few gifts from others and took them away. It was his turn to pay New Year greetings.

There are many big bosses in Peiping, but you can't see them when you look down.

Anyone who has cooperated with us must come to express our gratitude.

When passing by Zhang Dabeard's house, the couple was quarreling, and he didn't dare to stay longer.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Yang Siwei and Yang Mi came to the door carrying gifts.

"What are you two arguing about?" Ding Xiu didn't even wash his hair, so he wore a coat to receive the two of them.

Putting down the things, Yang Siwei smiled and said, "We are not allowed to come over to see you during the Chinese New Year?"

Yang Mi smiled and said, "I've wanted to come here for a long time, but Brother Xiu, you're busy with work and haven't had the chance."

Cross-legged on the sofa, Ding Xiu took a sip from the teacup and said, "Okay, you two can just tell me what you have to say."

He understood that Yang Siwei came over, but it was a bit abnormal to bring Yang Mi over.

Because he has nothing to do with Yang Mi, not even friends. At most, they are colleagues, or the relationship between an employee and the boss.

How could it be such a coincidence that the two of them came together.

"Ahem, there is indeed something wrong." Yang Siwei rubbed her hands and said, "Isn't it settled that the Three of Immortals and Swordsmen will be the first one?"

"I know that, but what next?"

"Then she happens to be filming New Dream of Red Mansions, and no one is allowed to be released there."

"Then what?"

"Mimi, bring water to Brother Xiu." Yang Siwei ordered Yang Mi, and then said: "I want you to go to Dream of Red Mansions, intercede with Director Li Shaohong, and lend Mimi over and let her use the Three Swordsman III. made a bid."

"Brother Xiu, be careful because it's hot." Yang Mi placed the teacup in front of Ding Xiu and said carefully.

Ding Xiu smiled: "Does it mean that there is a heroine who can't be played now? Then the Red Mansion won't be played."

"It's bad luck, it's hard to push it over there." Yang Siwei said speechlessly: "How can she offend Li Shaohong like this?"