This actor needs more money

His tongue was numb from the taste, and Ding Xiu didn't even taste the quality of the tea. He put the cup on the table, not wanting to drink it anymore.

But it did make him realize that Qin Gang's tea set was pretty good.

"There's something in this teapot of yours."

Ding Xiu picked up the teapot, looked at it carefully, and poured himself a cup. The water column lines were beautiful, and the water cutoff function was also good. He touched the spout lightly, and not a drop was spilled.

The four gentlemen of flowers are carved on the belly of the teapot.

The signature is Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty.

"No, a real antique costs more than 800,000 yuan." Qin Gang said proudly: "Huang Shengyi and her husband sold it to me."

Ding Xiu was stunned for a moment before he remembered who Huang Shengyi's husband was.

Huang Shengyi is currently single.

But her relatives and friends, as well as some people in the industry, all know that she is already married. She got married two years ago when she was filming The Match, and her husband is Dong Yong.

My real name is Yang, my name is Yang Zai, an outsider who runs a company and has a lot of money.

Huang Shengyi used to be an artist in Xingye Company, but later he changed jobs and was refused permission. The two families started a lawsuit. The person standing behind Huang Shengyi at that time was Yang Zai.

With the help of Yang Zai, Huang Shengyi successfully broke away from his identity as a wage earner and started filming the number one female role.

She was able to win the title of Si Xiaohuadan, and it can be said that Yang Zai played an important role.

In addition to film and television investment, Yang Zai usually engages in antiques. It is said that he is very knowledgeable in this area, but he has no achievements and often suffers losses and is cheated.

His passion is comparable to that of Li Yapeng, who likes to engage in real estate development.

Privately, someone gave these two people the title of Wolong and Phoenix.

Anyone who buys their stuff is a fool.

"You still know Yang Zai?" Ding Xiu didn't expect Qin Gang to have contact there: "Didn't he sell you tens of millions of dzi beads?"

Qin Gang chuckled: "The entertainment industry is so big, and it gets smaller as you go up. Our company has a lot of business, so it's inevitable that I can't afford to play with Dzi beads, but I can play with them."

"To be honest, I don't even understand this teapot. Fortunately, I don't know where it is. I just bought it to show my face."

Pointing to the secretary's room next door, Qin Gang said: "I'm not afraid of your jokes. When I'm alone, I always take Coke directly from the refrigerator when I drink water."

Ding Xiu looked at the teapot in front of him. It was indeed real and could not be fake.

He may not be able to recognize items from other eras, since he is not a professional in this business, but he still has some say in items from the Ming Dynasty.

Giving this teapot to Qin Gang was a complete waste.

"Old Qin, I'm not telling you, you should be more realistic. There's no point in trying all this nonsense. Your education is low, but in this society, as long as you have money, no one is allowed to fawn over you."

"There's no need to use these things to show off, no need."

"Some of the big guys in the market now have academic qualifications, but no one dares to look down upon them."

"To be honest, seeing that you now wear suits and ties every day, wearing designer watches, and even antiques, I feel a little strange to you. The Lao Qin I know is not like this."

When Ding Xiu said this, Qin Gang was a little ashamed. He had indeed drifted a bit in recent years. As he came into contact with more big bosses, he became more and more interested in packaging himself.

He turned around and looked at the books in the room. How many of them have you read?

Rich, but not happy.

Thinking about the days when I was the leader of the Beijing Film Studio, although my life was not as good as it is now, it was really happy.

After work, I drank and played cards with a bunch of extras, and went to a foot bath shop to press 499. How nice.

"Oh, I can't help myself." Qin Gang sighed heavily.

"If you can't control your mind, how can your body be controlled by yourself?" Ding Xiu silently put away Qin Gang's teapot: "I will keep the teapot for you for a while, so that you will not be confused by foreign objects and lose your original intention."

"Brother Xiu, thank you."

"You're welcome. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

"It's nothing. It's just that Xu Haofeng made a script and asked you to play the male lead."

Xu Haofeng?

Ding Xiu remembered that he had refused once before and asked Lao Xu to revise the script before giving it to him. So much time had passed and the time was almost the same.

"I do not have time."

Qin Gang nodded: "I told him the same thing. He asked you to call him back when you are free."

"Okay, I understand, I'll deal with it later."

Ding Xiu is used to his phone being unreachable from time to time.

He doesn't rely much on his mobile phone. If others have something to do, they can always go to the company or their agent. If anything happens, they can go to him. He's so busy.

There are hundreds of contacts in your mobile phone alone.

Some of these people are directors, some are well-known artists, some are producers, and some are bosses.

I would brag with him when I had nothing to do, and we would chat for more than half an hour. How could I have so much time?

Taking the teapot, Ding Xiu left Qin Gang's office. Outside, Zhang Wei, who was standing guard, approached and made an appointment to box with Ding Xiu today.

Ding Xiu threw the teapot to him: "Put it away for me. I will take it back later."

"Take it easy and handle it with care. Antiques cost hundreds of thousands."

Zhang Wei: "..."

Damn it, you just threw it to me so casually.

Holding the teapot carefully, Zhang Wei said: "The first batch of bodyguards in the company have been trained. You will take four of them out later. They will usually be responsible for serving tea and pouring water."

Ding Xiu sneered: "Do you think I still need bodyguards due to my strength?"

Zhang Wei worried: "When manpower is limited, don't take it seriously. It's always right to be careful. You should remember what happened to you last time in the United States."

"These bodyguards may not be able to defeat you, but buying you time and reminding you is much better than fighting alone."

He had just retired less than a year ago. He was in a special unit and could not leave the country.

Otherwise, he could go out with Ding Xiu.

But he had no choice but to stay in the country, but if he was just in the country, letting himself follow Ding Xiu would be a bit overkill, so he arranged a few bodyguards for Ding Xiu.

These people are not just serving tea and pouring water.

With Qin Gang's approval, the wages of Ding Xiu's bodyguards are higher than others, and they can help block knives and bullets when encountering trouble.

If a person dies, the company will be responsible for all the funeral arrangements of the family, the elderly and children.

Ding Xiu has great kung fu. With his strength, even if someone points a gun at him, if someone can help hold him back for a few seconds, he can definitely kill him.

So bodyguards are essential.

People are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong. Ding Xiu is famous for his martial arts, and there are many people who want to challenge him. At any given event, someone will stab him on stage with a knife.

After being silent for a few seconds, Ding Xiu thought for a while and said, "Okay, but four is a bit ostentatious. Those who don't know may think it's the president's trip. Two, two is enough."

He really needs bodyguards.

But not to protect yourself, but to be your own eyes.

When attending events or parties, people are coming and going, and there will be many people passing in front of and behind you. You have eyes in front of you, but you can’t see behind you.

You can't just look back when you hear footsteps. Are you tired?

It would be much easier for me if there was someone watching over me at this time.

"OK, just two. I'll send you their phone numbers later."

After the bodyguard matter was settled, Zhang Wei took Ding Xiu to the venue where he usually trains bodyguards, and the two of them boxed in the ring.

Both sides wore headgear and boxing gloves.

Zhang Wei wanted to protect himself, and Ding Xiu wanted to make Zhang Wei feel at ease.

"Brother Xiu, be careful. I haven't been idle in the past few months. Mr. Li is really a master. Even he said that I have learned the Baji."

Ding Xiu narrowed his eyes. He got started in less than half a year, which was quite fast.

"Okay, let me see what your results are like."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce punch blew toward his face. Ding Xiu leaned back to avoid it, but before he could stand still, he struck again with his fist.

After getting close, Zhang Wei began to attack with uppercuts.

Although he used modern fighting, his fighting style was Bajiquan.

As Mr. Li said, it is indeed the beginning.

The current Zhang Wei and the Zhang Wei whom Ding Xiu met in the first martial arts competition, the combat power is not only a little bit higher, but almost doubled.

Originally, Ding Xiu wanted to give Zhang Wei a few minutes to test Zhang Wei's depth and baseline, but after only five or six moves, he had to take action and couldn't give in at all.

As a result, the violent fist fell towards Zhang Wei.

Fists, elbows, knees, whip kicks, there were many of them, and the ring was banging.

Like a boat swaying in the sea, Zhang Wei struggled to defend, and when he found an opening, he also attacked, but was beaten back within a few hits.

Three minutes later, Zhang Wei, who was sweating like rain, sat on the ring, leaning his back against the side post, and asked breathlessly: "How much strength did you use now?"

If he hadn't been wearing protective gear and Ding Xiu had been wearing boxing gloves, Gao Lu would have had to go to the hospital today and stay in bed for three to five days.

Ding Xiu took off his gloves and said, "Six or seven points, you're making good progress. If you come back next time, I hope you can take on my full strength."

Zhang Wei is considered very powerful if he can spar with him for so long.

In modern society, it is not easy to find a master.

For those who practice martial arts, being the best in the world is a punishment.

Zhang Wei slowly shook his head: "I know my limits. I can't fight you with all my strength. I may not be able to do it in this life, but the two bodyguards assigned to you can play with you when you are bored. .”

"I tried, but with bare hands, I can't beat them both together."

Knowing that Ding Xiu is good at boxing, these two bodyguards are both boxers and have experienced actual combat at the professional level. He can defeat them one-on-one, but not one-on-two. He cannot beat them.

It is true that he is a special forces soldier, but there are also different types of special forces. Close combat is not his strong point. He is mainly involved in reconnaissance behind enemy lines, lurking in disguise, obstacle courses, parachuting, and fighting criminals.

What I usually practice most is guns.

After retiring, he practiced boxing the most. Even with the guidance of Ding Xiu and Mr. Li, he couldn't beat two masters who were once professional boxers with bare hands.

In combat, the enemy's combat effectiveness is not as simple as 1+1 as the number of people increases.

It is no exaggeration to say that with every additional person, the combat effectiveness increases several times.

The most obvious one is when someone comes up to you and punches you twice, or hugs you and throws one fist at you.

They are all normal people of flesh and blood. How many punches can you withstand?

Ding Xiu's eyes lit up: "That's pretty much it."

Seeing his look, Zhang Wei said worriedly: "Brother Xiu, don't beat them up. There will be no one to protect you later."

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

As for a bodyguard, you can actually do it alone.

"By the way, one more thing, Brother Xiu, it's time to change your address." Zhang Wei stood up and said seriously: "I don't know which media broke the news about your home address. There have been a lot of people hanging around your home recently."

"My suggestion is to find another place to live. The community is good. Although the property security can't help much, it can at least prevent outsiders from entering."

It's so easy to look up an artist's address. As long as you are willing, you can always find it.

There is no need to even check. Ding Xiu goes out every day. Neighbors have seen him. Some people mentioned it on the Internet, and interested people followed the Internet cable and came over.

As a bodyguard, Zhang Wei's difficulty is that these people can't tell which ones have ulterior motives and which ones are fans.

If only they were gangsters, they could arrest them and send them to the police station at any time.

What’s difficult is that most of them are fans. They come over to take photos, hang out in person, and ask for autographs and so on.

What can you do?

Even if there is no threat, the door of my home has become a check-in point for the Internet. Every day when I go out, there are a lot of people. I can't get through life without any privacy at all.

When encountering some radical ones, they would even climb over the wall to get in.

Ding Xiu sighed: "I already have a house. I'll move in two days."

Indeed, in the past few days since he came back, he found that there were many people at his door, much more than before.

Privacy is a big issue.

Fortunately, Qin Gang had sold him a lot of houses. There were several houses in Peiping, and they were all in good locations. He could move in just by tidying up the whole house.

After a while, the limelight has passed, and no one will come back to live here.

Having lived here in the courtyard for several years, he was a little reluctant to leave.

Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief. He was still afraid that Ding Xiu would be stubborn and unwilling to move. It would be best if he listened. This was also for his safety.

…

In the evening, Ding Xiu made an appointment with Xu Haofeng for dinner.

The two of them met for a drink, and Xu Haofeng said sourly: "It's not easy to see you, Brother Xiu, now. The phone can't be reached, so I have to make an appointment with my agent."

Ding Xiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Old Xu, don't be so weird. My mobile phone is often turned off and there are too many people calling me. If you want to find me, there are many ways. Call Gao Yuanyuan and call people we know in the circle. There are quite a few, you can always find them if you want to.”

"Speaking of Baoqiang, why didn't he see you at his wedding?"

At Baoqiang's wedding, he didn't see Xu Haofeng, otherwise there would be nothing going on now.

"They didn't invite me." Xu Haofeng showed a bitter smile.

Ding Xiu remained silent.

Thinking about it, Bao Qiang and Xu Haofeng didn't have much contact. They only collaborated on one movie and didn't have much subsequent contact.

It’s normal for a director I worked with ten years ago not to remember after ten years.

"Haha, maybe I forgot." Ding Xiu said haha.

"Maybe."

Xu Haofeng didn't mind. He had no contact with Wang Baoqiang, and he didn't care whether he was invited or not.

As soon as the words changed, Xu Haofeng said: "When you got married, didn't you forget to invite me?"

"That's not possible. When I get married, I will definitely go to your house to invite you personally."

"That's pretty much it." Seeing Ding Xiu's enthusiasm, Xu Haofeng felt much better: "My script has come out, you can see when it will be acted."