This actor needs more money

Having been in Hong Kong Island for several years, Wu Jing was deeply touched.

This place is indeed a paradise for actors, and the film and television atmosphere is also very good. The only bad thing is that he, a mainlander, can't fit in.

I remember when I first came here, I went door to door to recommend myself, but no one wanted me.

I finally got a job at the Pier, and after I got the foundation, I slowly began to take roles. Even so, the roles I could get were all small roles. It was too difficult to play the leading role.

Black Fist was a film that the agency fully supported and spent a lot of time and energy on. When it was about to be released, the film was still not available and theaters refused to release it.

As for why it was not released, that was not something he could understand.

As long as it can be released in a few more cinemas, the box office will not only be hundreds of thousands.

All in all, this place is a good place, but it’s not suitable for everyone. If you don’t have any connections or background, you’d better just live in the mainland.

Ding Xiu smiled: "I asked you to go back earlier, but you didn't go back. Now you know you regret it?"

Hong Kong is not that easy to mess with, and he has known this for a long time. The plates here are not big, and there are more wolves and less meat. How can you, a foreigner, still want to grab meat and eat it without attracting hatred?

Mainland China is better, the market is huge, actors of all types are liked by the audience, and there is no problem at all in making a living.

"I can't say I regret it. I just wasted a few years of my youth. I will go back when this movie is released."

Returning to the mainland for development was not Wu Jing's sudden idea. He had wanted to go back for a long time, but he couldn't leave because of his face.

Black Fist failed this time, and it was impossible not to leave.

The wolf fang is his last bit of stubbornness.

No matter how good or bad the box office is, I have to leave this time.

"That's right. The boss is old and it's time to start a family. There is endless money to be made." Walking on the roadside, he looked up and saw a restaurant, and Ding Xiu walked in.

The two of them found an empty table and sat down, casually ordering some late-night snacks. Wu Jing drank a beer and said, "It's too far away from me to start a family. Let's talk about it in a few years. I heard that you are not peaceful. When will you get married?"

Ding Xiu waved his hand. His head hurt when he talked about this matter. He could only say that every family has a difficult book to recite.

"Eat when you have to. You have to work tomorrow after eating. Drink less."

"It's just a bottle of wine, half for each of us." Wu Jing poured half of the wine into Ding Xiu's cup and said with a smile, "It will definitely not affect tomorrow's shooting."

Ding Xiu was speechless: "If you can't drink it, don't drink it. A bottle of wine has to be divided between two people. Don't say you know me later."

The two were drinking and chatting. Wu Jing introduced Ding Xiu to the culture of Hong Kong Island. More than ten minutes later, a group of people walked into the restaurant.

The leader was Zhen Zidan. The man with short hair saw the two people here and walked straight over.

"Ding Xiu, Wu Jing, are you there too?"

Wu Jing stood up and extended his hand to shake hands: "We just finished work, come over and have something to eat."

"What a coincidence, so are we." After saying hello to Wu Jing, Zhen Zidan said to Ding Xiu: "Ding Xiu, long time no see. I didn't tell you when I came to Hong Kong. I'll treat you to a drink and dinner."

"I've only been here a few days. Next time I ask, what kind of scene are you filming with so many people?"

"Kung Fu movie, Ip Man."

"Brother Shan, what do you want?"

Beside Ding Xiu, there were two seats full of people who came with Zhen Zidan. Someone picked up the menu and asked.

Zhen Zidan turned around and said with a smile: "You can order whatever you want to eat, I'll treat you today."

Ding Xiu suddenly said: "It's you. I remember it. The Hero crew has seen it."

Zhen Zidan was stunned by Ding Xiu's words. It took him two seconds to react, and the smile suddenly froze on his face.

After saying so much about feelings, Ding Xiu recognized him.

"Yes, it's me."

Ding Xiu: "I remember you said you wanted to spar with me, but we never met again."

After being in the industry for so many years, I have met a lot of people, and I know them all. Donnie Yen only met him once, when he was auditioning for the Hero crew.

I remember that he still wanted to challenge himself.

Ding Xiu also looked familiar, and then heard the person next to him calling Brother Shan, and then remembered Zhen Zidan.

"Who says it's not the case? There's never been a chance." Zhen Zi smiled with a smile on his face, feeling embarrassed in his heart.

How could he dare to fight Ding Xiu? This is what happened to Zhao Wenzhuo back then. He was beaten so hard that his own mother didn't recognize him. Later, Ding Xiu deliberately squatted on him in the hotel lobby. Fortunately, he ran fast, otherwise he would have been beaten severely.

"It's fate that we met today. Your table is mine. Eat and drink well."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

After saying hello, Zhen Zidan went back to his friend's table. People at several tables were close to each other, chatting about the scenes they were filming. Ding Xiu once again heard the words Wing Chun Ip Man.

Ding Xiu curiously asked Wu Jing: "I've heard of Wing Chun, who is Ip Man?"

Wing Chun is a small boxing style, and not many people have heard of it. However, as an insider, Ding Xiu has heard of the name, but only because there are too many martial arts schools to count.

But Ye Wen really didn’t know.

Wu Jing shook his head and curled his lips and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know who this is."

He knows more about Wing Chun than Ding Xiu. After all, he came from the martial arts team. He learned many boxing techniques when he was young. Even if he has never learned some, he still understands them more or less.

Wing Chun is a small boxing style with a short history. It can only be traced back to more than two hundred years ago.

Compared with the big sects that have been around for five to six hundred years or thousands of years, this sect can only be regarded as a small sect.

He really didn’t know who Ip Man was.

The two of them were asking and answering questions without lowering their voices. The person sitting next to the table didn't know if he had drunk too much. Someone slapped the table and said: "You don't even know Wing Chun. It spread to the five masters of Southern Shaolin. Mr. Ip Man is Bruce Lee’s master.”

When Bruce Lee's name came out, Wu Jing suddenly sobered up a lot. There are few Chinese people who have never heard of Bruce Lee's name.

As an actor, Bruce Lee's name is even brighter. After all, he was the first superstar to break into Hollywood.

Zhen Zi leaned on one side and smiled lightly: "The character I play this time is called Ip Man. He is a very important figure in the history of Wing Chun. He is also Bruce Lee's master."

Ding Xiu became interested: "Is he very powerful?"

One said he didn’t know, and the other said he was awesome?

The attitude of Wu Jing and Ding Xiu made the people at the table angry. Someone stood up and said, "Go check it out yourself. Boy, please be polite."

Ding Xiu was baffled and confused. He didn't understand how he got into trouble with these people.

Zhen Zidan was caught in the middle and was in a dilemma. He had no choice but to say to Ding Xiu: "These brothers all practice Wing Chun. I specially invited the crew to help."

Of course, when most people mention Wing Chun, it's not that popular. It's just a movie. Even the Jade Emperor can make fun of it.

In order to make the film Ip Man, Donnie Yen personally went to find the most authentic Wing Chun sect to learn martial arts. These people were all apprentices of Wing Chun martial arts schools, and he invited him to come over and help out.

A vigorous young man who is still practicing martial arts naturally gets angry when he hears that someone does not recognize his ancestor.

"You're a martial arts practitioner, I'm saying you have such a bad temper." Ding Xiu said nonchalantly, "I'm sorry, I've heard of what you want to say about Wing Chun, but Ip Man really doesn't know him."

He probably heard that Ip Man may be a master in the history of Wing Chun sect, or maybe he is the ancestor of these people's branch.

The problem is that there are too many masters in a sect. Over the past few hundred years, there have been as many as eighty inheritors, if not a hundred. How could Ding Xiu know about every one of them?

Let alone Wing Chun, it is Bajiquan. If you ask him to recite the name of the inheritor, he will not be able to recite it.

"Damn, it looks like you're also a martial arts practitioner. Let's practice?"

"Boy, tell me your name, which boxing company?"

"Young people should not be too arrogant."

Facing so many people, Ding Xiu didn't panic at all. He put down his chopsticks, cupped his hands and said, "Baji, Ding Xiu."

"What I said is so crazy, it turns out that I practice Bajiquan. If you have the guts, let's go out and practice?"

"Don't say that we have more people and bully the less people. Just pick one of us and we will fight each other."

"Brother, let me do it. I can take care of him by myself."

Donnie Yen and Wu Jing were stunned by this sudden move. Seeing that they were about to fight, Wu Jing stood up quickly and clasped his hands together: "Brothers, I'm sorry. This friend of mine is from the mainland and I don't know Master Ye. Please don't." I’m sorry, tonight’s bill is mine, and I’ll eat and drink well.”

He is not afraid that these people will cause trouble for Ding Xiu, but he is afraid that if he continues, Ding Xiu will cause trouble for them.

Even if there are ten or so people on the other side, they may not be Ding Xiu's opponents together. If they are singled out, it is even more of a joke. It is no different from giving away someone's head.

Fortunately, Wu Jing didn't speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, a Wing Chun disciple shouted: "Just now this kid also said that he didn't know Ip Man, and he also said who the saint is."

"Boy, come out and I'll challenge you."

Wu Jing: "..."

mmp, he is just a person who breaks up the fight, why is he being targeted? What does this have to do with him? He needs to find Ding Xiu.

"I know him. He is Wu Jing, the national martial arts champion. I heard he is very good at fighting."

"No wonder they are so crazy. One is a Bajiquan practitioner, and the other is a martial arts champion. Those who have the skills come out to show off."

"Hey, the national martial arts champion, what a great style, practice?"

"Wow!"

Ding Xiu stood up and pushed the chair away. Zhen Zidan quickly stood up and held him down. His face turned pale: "The young man drank a little too much. I will take them back right now."

After saying that, the person behind him turned around and said, "You can't beat him, forget it."

Everyone: "..."

"Brother Shan, if you say that, I have to practice even more."

"I don't accept that you say you can't beat someone before you even fight them."

"Brother Shan, if they are your friends, ask them to apologize and forget about it."

I don't know who thought that he was a step down from Zhen Zi, so he asked Ding Xiu to apologize and turn the matter into a trivial one. Hearing this, Ding Xiu just sneered.

"I can't really apologize. If I don't know Ye Wen, I just don't know him. I've thought of a few tricks and I'll accompany him. You guys can make an appointment. It can be a one-on-one battle or a round-robin battle."

If you have nothing to do, it would be a good idea to find a few martial arts practitioners to come over and stretch your muscles and bones. It has been a long time since I have done anything with anyone, and my bones are almost rusty.

"Okay, this is what you said. We won't bully you. We'll wait tomorrow."

"Ding Xiu, right? We remember it."

"Bring more people with you tomorrow."

"What bastard wouldn't come to the park entrance?"

"Wu Jing, and you, don't run away."

In a few words, a martial arts competition was decided. Wu Jing and Zhen Ziyi looked helpless, but Ding Xiu and the group of Wing Chun disciples were very excited.

The next day, Ding Xiu finished filming at noon and took half a day off in the afternoon. He planned to go to Wing Chun to practice. When he heard that he was going to kick the gym, Lu Huiguang suddenly became excited and expressed that he wanted to go and visit in person.

Worrying about Ding Xiu, Wu Jing took seven or eight martial artists with him, and a group of about ten people went to the park to keep their appointment.

When they arrived at the park, they found that the opponent's troops were twice as many as theirs. There were more than twenty young men standing there, and they were very imposing. When Ding Xiu and the others came over, the two groups immediately faced each other and formed a circle. A circle.

Wu Jing and Ding Xiu are actors after all, and they have fans when they walk on the street. Some people passing by thought they were filming and stopped to watch for a while.

Some people even took out their mobile phones to record. At first they were recording secretly, but when they saw that no one was paying attention, they started recording openly.

On the Wing Chun side, the leader of the group was from last night's group. He said to Ding Xiu: "We agreed that we won't bully you if we don't bully you. Let's have a duel. I've brought my gloves and protective pads."

"This is a good feeling." When Ding Xiu saw the boxing gloves that were delivered to him, he tried them on and found that they were just right. However, he had no use for the pads. It was a waste of time to use them.

Opposite him, the Wing Chun man put on his gloves and pads, and cupped his hands in accordance with the rules of the martial arts world.

"This competition is about making friends through martial arts. It's just a competition. It has no other meaning. Let's stop by the point and don't hurt the harmony. In addition, in order to ensure fairness, we will videotape the whole process and everyone will be witnesses."

"Everyone around you should disperse and leave some space. We are friends through martial arts, not gangsters fighting. Let's all be happy."

There is a difference between group fights and martial arts competitions. If you don't explain clearly, it's easy to get into trouble.

Make it clear in advance that it is an ordinary discussion. As long as there are no casualties, the people do not care about the officials, and the parties involved have no objections, then there will be no problem.

"I am the temporary referee of this sparring match. You two, listen to my instructions. Count to three, two, one and start. Three, two, one!"

As soon as the Wing Chun referee finished speaking, the young man took a Wing Chun horse stance and spread his hands flat in front of and back.

Ding Xiu couldn't understand his operation. This kind of pace was usually used during martial arts training. In real actual combat, it was just a matter of death.

I'm afraid this young man will not be able to follow the order of boxing. He will use this move first and then that move.

After a quick glance, Ding Xiu tried to slide forward, raised his hand, made a fake move, then turned around and whipped his leg.

"Snapped!"

The soles of the shoes are in close contact with the boy's head protector.

His eyes turned white, the young man staggered and lay on the ground in less than three seconds.

Wu Jing was dumbfounded: "That's it?"

Lu Huiguang covered his face and didn't watch. In fact, he knew the result from the beginning. Regardless of Ding Xiu's ability, the Wing Chun guy couldn't even protect his head, his position was wrong, and it didn't meet the mechanical standards.

Not to mention Ding Xiu, even a novice who has practiced Sanda for three months can easily defeat him.

"It's okay, I just fainted. I'll be fine in a while."

A group of people gathered around the young man lying down and saw that he had just fainted and would recover in a while, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

As a result, a large number of eyes stared at Ding Xiu again.

"Are you coming again?" Ding Xiu asked. From the beginning to the end, it only lasted a few seconds. He didn't even feel the warm-up: "This time, I will change to someone who can fight."

"I come!"

From the crowd, a bald man who was 1.9 meters tall and had tendons visible in a T-shirt walked out.