This actor needs more money

"I'll come, I'll bear witness!"

"I'll come, I'll bear witness!"

"I'll come, I'll bear witness!"

After Ding Xiu posted his first Weibo post, in just a few minutes, many fans in the comment area repeated this sentence, which soon reached thousands of posts and attracted a large number of retweets.

"so many people?"

Ding Xiu just refreshed it, but he didn't expect so many fan comments. This was much more popular than when he blogged.

Yang Siwei explained: "Although Weibo is a new position, it is not completely new. It has completely inherited the fan base from blogs."

Pointing to the screen, Yang Siwei said: "Look, it not only has the artist's personal page, but also has a public area and topics. Here is a function called hot search, which means today's most popular search volume or topics. volume and views.”

"So far, we are the twelfth and eleventh most searched on Weibo. If nothing happens, we will be in the top three in the future."

"I asked people from the Propaganda Department to cooperate in applying for a few of your peripheral Weibo work accounts. Xiao Zhou, how are you doing?"

Yang Siwei looked at Ding Xiu, a fat man wearing a plaid shirt and a peaked cap.

It was Zhou Haopeng, the head of the Propaganda Department.

I think back then, he was also a young boy, but he was later hired by Qin Chao Entertainment. With his keen sense of the market and his ability to use headlines, engage in trolls, and deceive people, he gradually became the head of the Propaganda Department.

Today, he is also a talented person with an annual salary of one million. He just bought a house in Peiping last month.

Just making money is making money, but my health has also declined a bit. I have been eating irregularly for a long time, I am obese, I have stayed up late and lost my hair, and I wear a hat because the top of my head is bald.

But it's all worth it.

No matter how many people want to trade their hair for wages, they don’t have this opportunity.

No matter how little hair he has, it doesn't affect his ability to drive a BMW with one hand, and it doesn't affect his conscience about touching girls.

"I've caught up. I've made six accounts so far, including Brother Xiu's fan support club, Brother Xiu's daily life... In addition, I have also created dozens of small accounts, and I plan to slowly grow them. Cultivate a professional team so that we can prioritize public opinion in the future.”

Zhou Haopeng also saw the shining point of Weibo.

Their publicity department serves artists, mainly helping Ding Xiu. It is usually responsible for cooperating with publicity, public relations, pacing, etc.

Due to work requirements, their accounts must have a large fan base in order to operate.

In the past, it was the newspaper era, and newspapers controlled the direction of public opinion. In recent years, with the rise of the Internet, the Internet is the mainstream. Whoever controls the fans will control the high ground of public opinion.

However, it is too difficult to operate an account on your own, and one or two accounts are not enough.

Relying on the company's energy, it is quite simple to maintain an account. Use Ding Xiu's account and other artists' accounts to frequently interact and comment. If not, you can attract a large number of fans.

Too much number can cause qualitative changes.

Even if one account only has 100,000 or 80,000 followers, dozens of accounts are still a considerable force.

In this regard, Zhou Haopeng calls this kind of account a marketing account.

"A few dozen won't be enough." Yang Siwei said with a solemn expression: "If you want to make more, just make a few more, maybe even a few hundred."

Zhou Haopeng smiled bitterly: "Sister Yang, you said it's easy, but it's very difficult to raise one. Every day you need to write articles, post content, and advertise. One person usually only has the energy to take care of two or three accounts. Our Propaganda Department doesn't have So many people.”

"As per your request, all colleagues in the company must have one."

"Huh, it's simple. Follow the previous model and outsource it. If you see someone with more fans, contact them and take them under your wing. They will pay you a fixed salary every month. If you don't want to, form a cooperative relationship with them and help publish articles in the future. ,Comment……"

In the public opinion war, Yang Siwei was even more slippery than Zhou Haopeng, and he spoke clearly and logically.

After wiping the spit on his face, Ding Xiu said helplessly to Yang Siwei: "Can you two find a quiet place to discuss this? My ears are numb."

"Sorry, Brother Xiu."

Yang Siwei smiled bitterly, turned around and motioned for Zhou Haopeng to follow her.

After the two left, Ding Xiu continued to browse the web. After a while, he followed a few more artists, all of whom he was familiar with, such as Fan Binbin, Huang Xiaoming, Liu Yifei, Yang Mi and others.

While playing around, he also commented on other people's Weibo posts. This move naturally attracted a group of fans to watch, who sent him private messages and chatted with him one after another.

In less than two minutes, the private message reached 99+.

After looking at the hot searches, it was ranked second.

Without further conversation, Ding Xiu quickly got off the computer.

His account is usually a work account. In addition to being certified as an actor, singer, martial artist, etc., his personal homepage also has contact information.

That's the email and the team phone number behind it.

In the future, if other people want to contact him to discuss business cooperation, they can just contact him directly by email or make a phone call.

Even with the computer turned off, Ding Xiu picked up his coat and got ready to get off work.

Zhang Wei followed beside him and said, "Brother Xiu, there is news about the founder of Killing Fist that you asked me to inquire about before."

Ding Xiu stopped and his eyes lit up: "Where is it?"

He had been waiting for this master for a long time.

The master is lonely, who can understand his difficulties, that is, he has Zhang Wei to practice these days, otherwise his kung fu will really fall behind.

However, fighting Zhang Wei is not enough. Now, in order to keep him going for a while, Ding Xiu uses Sanda or sometimes boxing.

That means you don't use your legs, just fight with your fists.

In this event, Ding Xiu feels that the main training is about flexible movement.

But no matter how hard he fought, there was still a gap between him and Zhang Wei. The two were not in the same rank, and the fight was not entirely enjoyable.

Of course, if we look for the founder now, even if we find him, he will probably be in his 80s and will no longer be able to fight.

Ding Xiu didn't want to fight with the opponent.

The main thing is to see if such a powerful person has a successor who can survive two moves.

"What a coincidence, it's also in Beiping, in a small courtyard in the east of the city. If you want to see him, I suggest you make an appointment with someone first to see if they are willing to meet him."

Ding Xiu nodded: "Then let me go. I'll ask him if he wants to see him."

"Brother Xiu, it's inappropriate for you to go there yourself."

Zhang Wei did not expect that Ding Xiu meant this.

This old man is not ordinary. He has been a leader of security guards. Ding Xiu's star aura really doesn't work for him.

If you piss off the old man, you won't be able to save Ding Xiu's stardom.

"Don't worry, I know what's appropriate, let's go!"

Ding Xiu put on his coat and left happily.

As soon as he left, Qin Gang came out of the office with a stack of information in his hand. He grabbed a passing employee and said, "Where's Brother Xiu?"

"Just left."

"Damn, haven't you read the script?"

"Forget it, let's wait until he has time."

Back in the office, Qin Gang put the script in the filing cabinet.

This is the script of Xiuchundao. The project started at the beginning of this year. Over the past half a year, I have been polishing the script. The first draft has been released.

The general framework is set, and even if it needs to be changed later, it will only be to change some lines and sentences.

He wanted to show it to Ding Xiu. If possible, it could be started next year.

It was the same thing when I called Ding Xiu here today. Unexpectedly, as soon as the script came out, he disappeared.

…

In the east of the city, Ding Xiu got off the car and came to the entrance of an old alley with a bag of apples in his hand.

This alley was narrower and more dilapidated than the one he and Wang Baoqiang rented back then.

"Are you sure this is here?"

"That's it, that's right." Zhang Wei glanced at the alley number and said firmly: "The older generation are more frugal, so it's normal to live in a place like this."

Not wanting to cause trouble to the country, many of the older generation who retired from the army wanted nothing. After returning home from the war, they should farm and do farm work.

Medals and heroic deeds are rarely heard from them.

If some people were not discovered by chance, no one in the village would know that they were soldiers.

"Let's go in and have a look."

Carrying the fruit, Ding Xiu stepped into the alley with his brand new leather shoes. Soon, he came to a door.

He knocked on the door with his free left hand, knocked three times, stopped, and then shouted: "Is anyone home?"

After a few seconds, when no one answered, he continued to knock.

After going back and forth several times, footsteps finally came from the yard.

"Who?"

The voice is old, strong, resonant, and full of energy. You can tell from the first listen that he is a person in good health.

After approaching, the old man asked through the door without opening the door.

Ding Xiu said: "Baji Quan, Qi Family Sword Ding Xiu, come to pay a visit to Senior Li."

The sound fell and the door opened.

The person who exposed his head was an old man with silver-white hair and a weathered face. His figure was a little thin and his cheeks were a little haggard, but his waist was straight and not hunched at all.

The upper body is a white vest and a blue short-sleeved shirt, the lower body is large pants, and a pair of old Peiping cloth shoes are on the feet.

No matter how low-key you look, he doesn't have the airs or temperament of a martial arts master.

"Are you Ding Xiu?" The old man looked Ding Xiu up and down carefully and said slowly: "Very good, very good."

Then he glanced at Zhang Wei: "You are not bad, you are in the army, right?"

He was so familiar with the smell of Zhang Wei that he could feel it even with his eyes.

"Yes, I just retired from the army. Hello, old squad leader." Zhang Wei stood at attention and saluted with a military salute.

"No need for this, come in."

With hands behind his back, Mr. Li walked in front, followed by Ding Xiu and Zhang Wei.

The yard is not big, about twenty square meters, with a large water tank in the middle and surrounded by flowers and plants.

Ding Xiu noticed that there were dense footprints around the water tank. This was a practice practice.

Entering the room, Mr. Li made tea for the two of them, and then said to Ding Xiu: "I know you. I have seen your show on TV. The martial arts are very good."

"Thank you." Ding Xiu nodded and smiled slightly.

"It's just that my acting skills are not very good, it's a bit jerky."

Ding Xiu's smile froze. It's not his fault. Whatever an actor does is determined by the director, and he acted in full compliance with the director's requirements.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Zhang Wei looked at Ding Xiu, and Ding Xiu said solemnly: "The killing fist was created by the senior. The junior had a chance to meet it before, and he yearned for it very much."

"You want to learn?" Mr. Li leaned back and said with a smile.

He has seen many young people like this.

In recent years, not just one or two people have come to his door, but they all want to be apprentices. He has rejected many of them.

"No, I have already learned it." Ding Xiu said: "I came here this time because I want to be with my senior..."

"How many moves?" Before Ding Xiu could wait, Mr. Li coughed and rolled his eyes: "You, a young man in his twenties, hit me, an old man in his seventies or eighties, are you embarrassed?"

At his age, he is still no match for Ding Xiu.

Just because he's not in the martial arts world doesn't mean he doesn't pay attention to the martial arts world. He still knows Ding Xiu's name. He can't even beat the Olympic boxing champion.

Even at his peak, he was still struggling against Ding Xiu, not to mention his lumbar disc, lumbar spine, cervical spine, old cold legs, and three highs.

If Ding Xiu dared to take action, he would immediately lie on the ground and choose a car.

Anyway, Ding Xiu, a big star, is not short of money.

Ding Xiu: "..."

This old man, is he talking so fast? He can't be slower.

"No, I just want to ask, is this boxing technique passed down from senior?"

Mr. Li was stunned: "Inherited? It has been passed on. There are many in the army."

Ding Xiu: "I'm not talking about this inheritance, but the sect's inheritance."

Mr. Li shook his head: "I have no sect inheritance."

Ding Xiu couldn't believe it: "It's impossible. Aren't you Baji? You have the essence of Baji in your killing fist. It's hard to imagine that you can reach this level without a master."

Ding Xiu was shocked.

It's a bit scary to be able to reach this level without a master, and someone with high talent.

Those who are not martial arts students may not feel it. It is like someone who has never been to school and can get into Tsinghua University and Peking University by reading books in the library.

"I did not create the Killing Fist alone." Mr. Li probably understood what Ding Xiu meant, and explained with a frown: "This kung fu was originally researched and created by more than thirty masters, and I am just one of them. , plus I was one of the people in charge of that project, and I don’t know how it spread later, so it became that I was the founder.”

"I would like to create this kind of kung fu, but I also have to have that ability. It's true that I practice Baji, but my best thing is marksmanship."

"Within fifty meters, the bullets are perfect."

"You said that the essence of Bajiquan is deep in the killing fist. That's not me, but one of the more than 30 masters in the martial arts world. I only followed him for a few days back then."

Ding Xiu was confused, and Zhang Wei was also confused. They didn't expect that after a long time, it turned out to be an inadvertent mistake.

More than thirty masters worked together to create a martial art, no wonder it was so powerful.

But Ding Xiu is more powerful, he can perfect a move by himself. Thinking of this, Zhang Wei took a breath.

"Old monitor, who were those people back then?"

As soon as his eyelids closed, Old Li said: "It doesn't matter if I tell you, anyway, everyone is gone, Ma Li from Cangzhou, Li Shuhuan from Sichuan and Shu, Thunder Dragon Army from Yunnan and Guizhou, and three people came down from Wudang Mountain, they are masters and disciples, The differences are..."

After coming to this world, Ding Xiu looked through the history of modern times, the Republic of China, the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Many of the names that came out of Mr. Li's mouth were famous figures in the past, famous masters.

Although the remaining ones are not well-known, there are no martial arts masters who can be mixed in the army who are not powerful.

Reading it until the end, Mr. Li said his name, Li Mancang, a very common name, but if you look at the history of Cangzhou's martial arts, you will know that this name once suppressed the Cangzhou martial arts community for more than ten years.

"Fuck you." After hearing this, Zhang Wei looked at Ding Xiu in shock: "Brother Xiu, it took thirty-two of them to create eight moves, and you created one move by yourself. Doesn't that mean that you are better than four of them?"

"It's different. I think on the shoulders of my predecessors, which is very different from their zero-based creation at that time..."

"Wait a minute!" Mr. Li was dumbfounded: "One is worth four? Isn't there only eight moves in the killing fist? When did there be more?"

Zhang Wei explained straightforwardly: "Mr. Li, it's like this. Brother Xiu himself added another move on top of the eight moves. It's called Kang Long You Regret. This move cooperates with the previous moves. It's perfect and invisible. It adds lethality and self-protection capabilities..."

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