This actor needs more money

From taking action to drawing the sword, the whole process took just a few seconds. Everyone's heads were buzzing when they saw the light of the sword falling.

The director froze on the spot and looked at Qin Gang, as if to say: "Is this the fucking solution you said? I asked you to be fair, not to kill."

Qin Gang was also dumbfounded. He didn't know that Ding Xiu could kill people. Looking at his posture, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to kill him, so he deliberately chopped off his head.

The blade flashed past, and the crow rushed straight to the ground.

Ding Xiu was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that there was no blood on the watermelon blade, he almost thought that he had used too much force.

He didn't mean to kill anyone. This knife just cut through the crow's skin. The tip of the knife was gently fixed on the bones between the eyebrows. The forehead bones were hard. With his control over the knife technique, breaking the skin would never hurt the bones.

It looked like the crow was frightened and fainted.

"elder brother!"

With a roar, the second-in-command in the gang rushed out with a knife. The person lying down was his brother.

Witnessing his own brother being killed, he couldn't sit still. At this time, his eyes were red, and he slashed at Ding Xiu's neck with a sharp knife.

Ding Xiu raised his hand and used the back of the knife to stop it. The man's knife bounced out, and then he used the cassock chop to cut off his neck.

"boom!"

The back of the knife was slashed on the neck, and another one fell down. This one was knocked unconscious.

Killing one person with one knife is a bit scary. Not everyone is a desperado. The eldest brother and the second brother are both dead, and the others will run away if they do anything.

"Stop!" shouted Ding Xiu. He stopped the younger ones and pointed his blade at the two people lying on the ground: "Take them both away."

Suddenly something occurred to him, and he didn't forget to take back the cigarette given by the director from Crow's jacket pocket, which was his trophy.

The saying "golden belt for murder and arson" will never go out of style.

He has been working as an extra for twenty-one days. Not every day is a job. He is lucky to earn two hundred yuan a month. Now in less than five minutes, he has earned one thousand and fifty yuan, which is almost half a year's salary for an extra.

Arriving in front of Qin Gang, Ding Xiu asked, "Is what I did okay?"

punishment!

What a special punishment!

Qin Gang's heart-shaped hairstyle was already wet with sweat, and he said with a cry: "Brother, I asked you to be in peace, and I didn't ask you to kill people. You have to make it clear when the police come later."

"Even if it's almost the same, don't run away. Turn yourself in and seek leniency."

In full view, everyone saw that he was the one giving money to Ding Xiu. If he didn't make it clear, people who didn't know would have thought he was paying for the murder.

"Killing? I didn't kill anyone." Ding Xiu raised the watermelon knife. Qin Gang thought he was going to kill him, so he took a few steps back in fright: "Look, there's no blood on the knife. The first one was frightened and he fainted. The second one I used It was the back of the knife, and I woke up after being unconscious for a few hours."

Seeing that the blade of the knife was smooth and only stained with some watermelon juice, Qin Gang calmed down a lot: "You really didn't kill him?"

Ding Xiu was disdainful: "You can let me kill people for a thousand yuan. What do you think?"

Qin Gang trembled in his heart. Hearing this tone, he might consider it if he was given ten thousand.

"It's okay if you don't kill, it's okay if you don't kill. Director, are we still filming?"

The director also calmed down. There was no blood on the blade of the knife, and there was no blood on the ground. It really didn't look like a murder scene. Haven't you ever eaten pork and seen a pig running? He really had his neck wiped, and he couldn't shed ten or eight pounds of blood. Just now I was also frightened.

"Shoot, keep shooting, hurry up, try to finish it in half an hour, all departments are in place."

Regardless of whether the acting was good or not, the last few scenes were all done in one go. The filming was completed in more than 20 minutes, the extra actors' wages were given to Qin Gang, and the director got into the car with the crew and ran away.

"Line up and come one by one. Those whose names are read come and get the money."

"Brother, your twenty, what's your name?" Qin Gang, the little black fat man, smiled brightly and tied Ding Xiu's knot first, holding a pen and preparing to write his name.

"Ding Xiu."

"Okay brother, you go and sit in the car for a while, and we'll go back after I hand out the money."

"Chen Peng."

"He Chao, He Chao, who is He Chao, who is deaf?"

"Wang Baoqiang."

Knowing that Wang Baoqiang and Ding Xiu came together, Qin Gang did not dare to take his five yuan kickback and gave him twenty like the others.

The driver stepped on the accelerator, black smoke came out of the van's exhaust pipe, and the vehicle gradually moved away with a squeaking sound.

The car was very quiet, which was completely different from the noise when we first arrived. Ding Xiu didn't speak, and the others were concentrating and holding their breath, not daring to breathe.

After arriving at the entrance of Beijing Film Studio, the car just stopped, the door opened with a clatter, and everyone rushed to get out of the car.

…

The next day, at 3:30 in the morning, Wang Baoqiang turned off the alarm clock within three seconds after it rang. He was cautious when getting out of bed, fearing to wake Ding Xiu up. He didn't dare to ask in a low voice until he finished washing up:

"Ding, brother Xiu, are you going to Beijing Film Studio today?"

Turning over, Ding Xiu mumbled: "Don't bother me."

He just made money yesterday and he doesn't want to go to work today.

He only looks for work when he has no money. When he has money, he usually doesn't move. He only thinks about work when he is done eating and drinking.

Last night he took Wang Baoqiang and Hu Chihai for a drink, which cost more than two hundred.

This night, Ding Xiu slept until 6:30, washed his face and brushed his teeth, ran outside for an hour to exercise, and did two sets of boxing in the park. When he came back, he ate eight liang noodles, two drawers of steamed buns, and drank a bowl of soy milk at a street restaurant. .

After fetching water and scrubbing his body in the basement, putting on clean clothes, Ding Xiu went out again.

He took the No. 8 bus to the Forbidden City and paid 40 yuan for the ticket.

To live his life again, this is the place he wants to come to the most.

"You came in with only 40 yuan?" Ding Xiu was a bit dumbfounded.

I remember that back then this was the home of Lord Long Live, the most noble place in the world, but now it only costs 40 yuan to visit and wander around.

Meridian Gate, Taihe Hall, Zhonghe Hall, Baohe Hall, Qianqing Palace, Jiaotai Palace, Kunning Palace, Shenwu Gate...

After spending a day wandering around the Forbidden City, Ding Xiu visited all the attractions open to the public. He was also a little ready to move to the ones that were not open to the public, and the security personnel looked at him a little wrong.

On the way back, he bought a mobile phone, Ericsson T29, a flip phone, which cost him one thousand and ninety-nine.

He is very greedy for this new gadget, which can transmit sounds even though he is thousands of miles away. It is very impressive. If you have it, you must buy it.

If he had the chance, he would also like to fly and experience thousands of miles. He would like to go abroad and try the Ocean Horse. He would like to 3...

"Brother Xiu, can you lend me your cell phone?"

"This is a mobile phone. I will buy one when I have money."

"Put on a song and listen."

In the basement, Wang Baoqiang couldn't put it down after getting Ding Xiu's cell phone, exploring various functions, looking left and right, as if looking at his wife, his eyes almost sunk into the screen.

"Don't you call home?" Ding Xiu asked.

In his era, eighteen-year-old men and children could run away, but in this era they were just children. It was their first time traveling far away at such a young age, and it was rare for them to miss home.

Wang Baoqiang shook his head: "No fight, wait until I get ahead of myself."