This actor needs more money

"For such a big thing, will it be my turn?"

Ding Xiu said hesitantly.

It’s not that he lacks confidence, it’s just that this matter is a bit big. The Olympics are no better than the Spring Festival Gala. If the Spring Festival Gala is facing 1.4 billion people, then the Olympics is facing billions of people around the world.

There is no room for any mistakes, and all aspects must be taken care of. The director does not just decide whoever he wants, there are special rules, regulations and procedures.

The fact that Mr. Lao is the chief director has long been made public, and he was selected two years ago.

There were many directors competing at the time, including Xiaogang Pao, Brother Chen Kai, and others. In the end, it fell on Mr. Lao. Because he became the chief director, he received the nickname "National Master".

"Let's give it a try. It's only a phone call away. It costs nothing anyway. If it works, it's better. If it doesn't, there's no loss."

Qin Gang's kidneys don't hurt even if he talks while standing, he just opens his mouth.

Ding Xiu is not a thin-skinned person. After thinking about it, this is indeed the truth: "Okay, let me give it a try and hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Xiu looked through his address book and quickly found Zhang Yimou's number. Without hesitation, he called immediately.

"Director Zhang, I, Ding Xiu, have lost my life recently. Is there any drama suitable for me? I can help you out. I can also play a small supporting role."

As expected of a professional actor, in less than half a second, Ding Xiu changed his tone to a playful smile.

Zhang Yimou didn't tolerate him, and said in a loud voice: "Don't talk nonsense. If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have any farts, hurry up."

He was so busy with the Olympics that he could only sleep a few hours a day, and his hair was extremely white. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes every day was work, and all he dreamed about was work.

Colleagues in the circle envied him for being able to host such a world-class event. Only he knew how tiring it was, and it was simply not something a normal person could do.

From the time I took over until now, there have been only one opening ceremony, one closing ceremony, and eight versions.

It has only been a few months since I saw it, and the people above are urging me, and they are rushing me, and people are going crazy.

At this point, Ding Xiu came over to him and told him that he wanted to play a supporting role. Isn't this nonsense? Everyone in the national audience didn't know that he was the chief director of the opening and closing ceremonies, so there was no time to direct the show.

Besides, given Ding Xiu's status, if he didn't have any scenes, most of the people in the circle would probably starve to death.

"Ahem, that's it. I heard that you're the maknae, so I'm not just wondering if there's anything I can do to help."

"I appreciate your kindness. How can you help?"

Regardless of whether it is the opening or closing, Lao Zizi has not yet looked for candidates in the entertainment industry.

Professional things need to be done by professional people. It's okay for people in the entertainment industry to make movies and gain some popularity to attract fans, but it's a bit insignificant when put on the world stage.

Besides, apart from Cheng Long and Li Lienjie, who else knows you when they step onto the world stage?

I don’t even know them anyway, so it’s better to hire a professional team to perform.

Ding Xiu said in a deep voice: "Director Zhang, it's not that you don't know my abilities. It's no exaggeration to say that I'm proficient in swords, guns, swords, sticks, axes, hooks and forks, playing instruments and singing, and eighteen kinds of weapons. As the chief director, why? We also need to show our traditional culture to foreigners."

"In this business, I'm not bragging. If you can find someone more suitable than me, I'll stand on my head and drink the foot-washing water."

Zhang Yimou was silent. Although what Ding Xiu said was a bit exaggerated, his professional ability in martial arts was really strong. He had nothing to say and was famous for being able to fight.

Not only can you fight on the set, but you can also fight off the set.

The main thing is that he is young, handsome, and has strong features, which is a good external business card.

"I'm busy here, I'll think about it later."

Just a word of consideration, Zhang Yimou did not agree to Ding Xiu. The previous versions of the plans submitted all included martial arts demonstrations, but those plans failed to pass the test.

It might be a good thing to involve Ding Xiu. He is very suitable for martial arts performances, but I don't know if the superiors can agree. I am still a little worried about putting celebrities in such activities.

"Okay, please think about it slowly."

After the phone call, Ding Xiu went to bed without thinking at all.

The phone call was made, and he didn't know if it would work out, so there was no point in thinking about it.

When he was young, he believed that things depended on man-made decisions and that my destiny was determined by God. Later, after many experiences, he only had the following words: do your best and obey fate.

Early the next morning, Ding Xiu came to the studio to film.

The boring daily life was no different from usual. During the waiting break, he was bored and bragging in front of Yang Mi and the juniors.

"The most important thing when working out is to be professional and dedicated. People's energy is limited. It's not easy to do one thing well. You are still young and your career has just started. You must be steady. If you take a big step, it will be easy to lose. …”

Ding Xiu has rich life experience, and he tells stories when he opens his mouth, which makes everyone stunned.

Yang Mi, in particular, felt ashamed. She remembered that Ding Xiu had never acted in a movie since his debut, and his output was not even large. He made one or two movies a year, and he followed the high-quality route.

It is better to be deficient than excessive.

This is Ding Xiu's attitude towards life.

What is dedication? This is what dedication is.

Looking at myself again, for the sake of fame and fortune, two crew members ran away and almost lost their lives.

It can only be said that some people are actors and artists, and some people can only be stars. They are all destined to be good.

"Brother Xiu, director Zhang Yimou's phone number."

Zhao Liying took her cell phone and glanced at the caller ID, interrupting Ding Xiu's Longmen Formation.

"Sorry, let me answer the phone." Ding Xiu smiled slightly, stood up, picked up the phone and walked to the side: "Director Zhang, it's me."

There was no small talk or nonsense. Zhang Yimou said straight to the point: "Tell me the truth, which weapons are you good at, what fists and kicks you know, and how far you can reach. Forget it, you can do it as soon as possible." Peiping, I’ll see it myself.”

"ah?"

"Ah what, can't you come?"

"Yes!" Ding Xiu looked back at the crew of several hundred people: "I'm very free here and I'll be available at any time. See you later. I'll contact you when I get to Peking."

Putting away his mobile phone, Ding Xiu unbuttoned his costume jacket and walked into the director's studio: "Director, I'm going to take a leave today and tomorrow to go to Peking for work."

Li Guoli clicked his tongue: "Brother Xiu, there will be a scene for you later. If you're not in a hurry, can you finish it first?"

Just now, he was talking about being dedicated and professional, but as the male lead, he left as soon as he wanted, leaving hundreds of people in the crew behind.

How much money does the crew waste if they stop production for a day?

Although without Ding Xiu, they could still shoot other people's scenes first, but the daily rent of the scenes, the deployment of extras, lighting, makeup, and costumes all had to be redone, which still caused a lot of losses.

"If I weren't in a hurry, I wouldn't have come to you." Ding Xiu sighed and said seriously: "To be honest, I just received a call that my brother is in the hospital. They are my beloved relatives and friends, brothers and sisters. We can't be the last. Everything..."

Abandoning the crew and going to the old man for an interview was of course impossible to say.

It’s not that it’s shameful, it’s mainly that it sounds a bit unpleasant.

Although no one could stop him from leaving, there was no need to make everyone unhappy when he could just make up an excuse and leave peacefully.

"Sneeze!" Wu Jingzai, squatting in front of his house in Peiping, eating noodles, sneezed, rubbed his nose, and cursed: "Who the hell is scolding me behind my back?"

Ding Xiu asked for leave.

Yang Mi was still waiting for him to tell her story about his dedication, but unexpectedly, Ding Xiu left just after answering the phone.

Leaving so many people behind on the crew, leaving at the drop of a hat.

She also comforted herself that Ding Xiu must have been busy walking away because of something urgent, leaving him to run to other crews or accept other announcements to earn money and fame. Ding Xiu couldn't do this kind of thing.

…

Early the next morning, Ding Xiu returned to Peiping.

Time was in a hurry, he didn't buy a ticket, so he drove on the highway and took the high-speed train later.

"Hey Director Zhang, I'm in Peiping. Will I go to the Bird's Nest to find you? I understand."

"Go to the Bird's Nest."

After talking to the driver, Ding Xiu closed his eyes and rested. Next to him, Zhao Liying did not disturb him, but just stayed with him quietly.

Half an hour later, the bird's nest.

"So big?"

It was the first time he came here, and Ding Xiu was a little surprised by the size of the venue. This size could probably accommodate about 100,000 people.

If it were used for a concert, tsk tsk, the Hung Hom Stadium would be too weak.

Zhao Liying was also shocked by the scene in front of her: "It's so big, there are so many people, where can I find Director Zhang?"

"Of course I'm looking for you by phone." Ding Xiu immediately called Zhang Yi, who told him to stay put. After a few minutes, a staff member ran over to guide him.

In the wide backstage, Ding Xiu saw an old man wearing white short sleeves, a beige peaked cap, and a watch on his wrist, discussing something with a group of people.

Without going there, Ding Xiu just waited. More than forty minutes later, Zhang Yimou came over quickly after making arrangements.

"Sorry, too busy."

"Understand, understand."

"You come with me."

Zhang Yimou led Ding Xiu to a slightly smaller room. Although it was said to be smaller, it was just compared to the outside. The actual space was still very large, like a large classroom.

On the side against the wall is a weapons rack, with guns at the top and sticks, knives, and swords at the bottom.

In the middle are several long tables, where two Mediterraneans and a middle-aged woman are sitting.

After serving the table, the old man picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said to Ding Xiu: "Come on, show it."

Ding Xiu slowly took off his coat, leaving a black short-sleeved shirt. He walked to the weapon rack and took a familiar long knife. What came to mind, he asked:

"Guys, I know a lot of things, I know a lot about everything. How about you define the scope so that I can perform according to the requirements."

There are strong swordsmanship, swift swordsmanship, gentle swordsmanship, some that are neither good nor useful, and some that are good but not good enough.

He didn't know what the old man wanted.

It is better to have a standard, which saves trouble and can also prescribe the right medicine.

Zhang Yimou spit out the tea leaves and waved his hands: "Stop talking nonsense. First, tell me what you are best at, and then show everything you know. We will talk after reading it."

Okay, I don’t have a target yet, I’m just going to wait and see what the food is.

Nodding, Ding Xiu picked up the long knife and wrapped the red cloth strip on the handle around his hand. This was used to prevent it from falling out when cutting someone.

He is a professional at killing people, so of course he will not let go.

It’s just that the red cloth strips are already there, otherwise it would look unprofessional.

No, seeing him wrapped in red cloth, several leaders on the stage looked at each other differently.

"brush!"

Ding Xiu held the knife with both hands. He held a knife on his wrist and shook it slightly, and the blade made a swishing sound.

No way, this kind of knife is a martial arts performance knife, and the front half is thin and soft.

With a knife in his hand, only Ding Xiu's figure wielding the knife was left in the field, as well as the trembling, non-stop sound of the knife swiping.

The first set of sword skills are very open and closed, extremely ferocious, there are no unnecessary movements, and every move is aimed at the vital point.

This is a set of sword techniques that can be used in actual combat.

After the first set was displayed, Ding Xiu went on to the second set. Compared with the first set, the second set was much easier. In addition to taking into account the sharp sword skills, there were also many more fancy moves. In professional terms, they are called pretty.

When several leaders saw this, they couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths and show appreciation.

With just a glance, Ding Xiu knew that these people were ignorant.

But since people like it, then he can act.

The further down, the more beautiful Ding Xiu's sword skills become, and his body skills are full of difficult movements.

After finishing four or five sets, Ding Xiu did a backflip to the weapon rack, raised his toes, and threw a long spear in the air.

Taking the spear with one hand, Ding Xiu had more fun.

The spear is the king of weapons. It can be used in many ways. It can be used to chop, chop, stab, or be used as a stick to block.

The gun shoots out like a dragon, making a hunting sound.

The spear moved in and out of Ding Xiu's palm powerfully and domineeringly, showing his kingly demeanor, and the tip of the spear swayed like a poisonous tongue.

"Uh-huh!"

Suddenly, Ding Xiu held his long gun behind him and threw it diagonally upward.

Taking a few steps forward, Ding Xiu chased after the spear. At the same time, his body spun two and a half times in the air. Before he could finish spinning, Ding Xiu had the gun in his hand again.

After the body is in the air, the posture when it lands is a horse split.

The spear move is a counterattack.

The body flew into the air for two and a half weeks, grabbing a gun in the air, landing with a carbine and a horse. This series of dazzling movements stunned several leaders behind the table.

"good!"

I don’t know who started, and applause broke out.

The middle-aged man from the Mediterranean asked: "What kind of marksmanship is this?"

Ding Xiu put his spear back on the ground, cupped his hands and said, "King Yue's spear."

"What a Yuewang Spear. An ordinary spear can be so powerful in your hand. It's amazing. Xiao Ding, are you interested in joining the national team and competing in competitions to win glory?"

"Thank you, I would like to go, but my age doesn't allow it."

"Huh, I'm so happy to see you. I almost forgot that you were almost three years old. I missed you."

The corner of Ding Xiu's mouth twitched. He only turned twenty-eight at the end of this year.

However, this age is indeed an older youth in the national team. Look at Wu Jing, Li Lienjie and others, they were all teenagers when they served, and they retired in their early twenties.

Twenty-seven or eighty-year-old, you can become a coach.

After the battle of swords and guns, Ding Xiu showed off his elegant sword. The main focus of the swordsmanship is to look good, and combined with the sound of the sword, it is full of style.

After practicing the sword, Ding Xiu did not forget to hit the Bajiquan again.

Then... go home and wait for the news.

Yes, just waiting for the news, Zhang Yimou only left this sentence and never said it.

After Ding Xiu left the room, the quarrel broke out.

"Ding is good at practicing martial arts, but he is too young and his reputation is too low. I suggest inviting Cheng Long or Li Lienjie."

"But their skills are not as good as Ding Xiu."

"It's simple, just let Ding Xiu teach them. They are all martial arts, and it won't take long."

"Everyone, this time is to show our traditional culture to the world. How old is Li Lianjie and how old is Cheng Long? Those who don't know think that we have no one, or people think that we are in our twilight years."

"It's good to push young people up. They are full of vitality and represent youth and progress."

"Ding Xiu has a good image and good kung fu. He's pretty good at it."

"I also choose Ding Xiu."

"I agree."

"Which Kung Fu should I choose? Knife, spear, sword or boxing?"

"Sword, you are a humble gentleman, upright, peaceful, and have a historical background."

"I think guns are better. They are domineering and powerful and can pierce everything."