This actor needs more money

"What happened in the company recently?"

Ding Xiu asked after finishing his work.

Zhao Liying didn't know what Ding Xiu was referring to, and it was a bit difficult to answer. She scratched her head: "Brother Xiu, what are you referring to?"

The company has a lot of things to do, and there are meetings every now and then, some of which are to study investment dramas, some to discuss advertising endorsements, some to win scripts from big directors, etc.

She is just a little assistant, how can she know so many things?

Knowing that the question was in vain, Ding Xiu changed the subject: "What's going on with Lao Huang and Wang Baoqiang?"

I have been busy filming in the past few months, and I have not paid attention to the situation of Huang Bo and Wang Baoqiang, and I don’t know what they are doing.

I couldn't find anyone to drink with at night.

"Brother Huang Bo is in his hometown. He hasn't been to the company for a long time. Brother Baoqiang has been busy with albums recently. I heard from Sister Yang that he also sent a few copies to the front desk of our company. I'm going to pick them up later."

In fact, Zhao Liying should not know the current situation of Huang Bo and Wang Baoqiang, but she knew Huang Bo's wife and they have always kept in touch.

Wang Baoqiang didn't know much about it. After all, it was not a company. It was just that one of the jobs Yang Siwei gave her after she came back was to collect express delivery.

"Isn't Lao Huang's honeymoon a little long?" Ding Xiu remembered that Huang Bo got married at the beginning of the year. It's already the middle of the year. Do you want to be so affectionate?

Zhao Liying smiled and said, "The young couple have a good relationship. It's rare for them to have private space. Why don't they enjoy it more?"

Unlike Ding Xiu and Wang Baoqiang, Huang Bo is not too obsessed with fame and fortune. It may be that he is older and has seen through it all, and feels that being ordinary is the real thing.

After all, they are all in their thirties, middle-aged, not handsome, and have no acting characteristics.

If nothing else goes wrong, I will play supporting roles in the future and develop in the direction of Green Leaf.

Ding Xiu sighed: "That's right. Ages are different, and perceptions are different. If I were his age, I would definitely put family first."

"Let's go to the company with you."

"Brother Xiu, just let me do the small things like picking up the express."

"What are you thinking about? I went to check out and check my pocket money. I haven't spent money in a long time."

In the garage, Ding Xiu drove out the red and sexy off-road vehicle and took Zhao Liying to Qin Chao Entertainment.

I bought this car just to drive it for myself. It is more comfortable and domineering. When I have nothing to do, he drives it without a driver.

When he came to the company and asked Zhao Liying to pick up the express delivery, he went straight to Qin Gang's office.

"The God of Wealth is here, sit down quickly!"

As soon as he entered the door, Qin Gang brought tea and water, chatting beside him with a smile.

Ding Xiu is the company's number one brother and the pillar. Although most of the money he earns belongs to him, the reputation he brings to the company is huge and he is a living brand.

Ten thousand steps back, Ding Xiu is still the company's major shareholder, and Old Qin has to take good care of him just because of this.

Don't just bring tea and water, it's okay to give him a quick chat if necessary.

Ahem, try the water temperature.

Ding Xiu raised his head and glanced at the long-legged female secretary in the office. The secretary had changed again. He remembered that last time it was a blond and blue-eyed girl. This time, her skin tone looked like that of an Asian. He didn't know where she came from.

The stubborn Qin Gang really knows how to enjoy life.

Sensing Ding Xiu's gaze, Qin Gang waved the secretary out, then smiled lightly and said, "She's from Korea. She admires our company's traditional culture, so I recruited her in."

Ding Xiu: "..."

What a traditional culture.

What kind of traditional culture?

"Brother Xiu, don't worry about it. Xiaolan has already said hello to me, and there's no need for you to envy this kind of life."

This occasional little fling just solves a small psychological desire. As long as you want, everyone can eat it. You can eat it in restaurants in high-rise buildings or at roadside stalls. The only difference is that you spend more money and less money.

Ding Xiu, a master of time management, is truly a showman. He has two legs and is at the level of a goddess.

It's really true love, who would believe it?

What a scumbag patriarch.

If he were a few years younger, Qin Gang would have wanted to learn from Ding Xiu and learn a few tricks.

In fact, even if Xiaolan hadn't said hello, Qin Gang wouldn't let Ding Xiu mess around. With his identity here, he was too sensitive and could easily fall over.

Instead of looking for these people, it is better to find an assistant. At least he should be strict with his words and just say he is his girlfriend if something goes wrong. Anyway, the man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried. Fans will only bless them if they know about it.

Crossing his legs, Ding Xiu shook his head and took a sip of tea: "I'm not interested in this."

Spending money to play is no different from visiting a brothel. There is no sentiment at all.

Qin Gang breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not a good habit. Don't imitate me. By the way, why did you come here today?"

Ding Xiu took a sip of tea and said calmly: "Put some pocket money."

"Didn't I give you a card? It's not enough?"

Ding Xiu's money was all in Gao Yuanyuan's place. Afraid that he would have a lot of expenses and be short of money, Qin Gang specially got a card for Ding Xiu and put some money in from time to time.

It's not a lot of money, but it's not a lot. It's enough to buy a house, not to mention just to meet daily expenses.

"Nonsense, I won't come to you if it's enough. The weather is very hot. I want to go to the beach for a few days and buy a yacht to enjoy the breeze."

"puff!"

Qin Gang spat out a mouthful of tea and stared at Ding Xiu with wide eyes.

When the weather is hot, I want to go to the beach and buy a yacht to enjoy the breeze. Is this a human saying?

This is like buying a car when the weather is nice and you want to go out to the park.

"I said Brother Xiu, just rent one. It's not cost-effective to buy a yacht. You can't play it for a few days a year."

The price of a yacht ranges from hundreds of thousands to tens of millions. Ding Xiu has to pay hundreds of thousands more just to have fun for a few days. It is not cost-effective at all.

"I'm so tired from filming every day. What's wrong with me enjoying myself?"

Qin Gang was helpless: "Okay, I'll give it to you. Do you want several hundred thousand? I'll have the finance department call you right away."

There is nothing wrong with this, money is meant to be spent. Ding Xiu's net worth has already reached tens of millions. He usually has no expenses and lives a miserable life. It is indeed a bit unseemly.

Other artists are not like Ding Xiuhong, and they live a prosperous life, with sports cars, luxury houses, high-end hotels, or going to Macau Stud and spending a lot of money.

"Give me three million first, so I can play with the entire medium-sized yacht."

Ding Xiu spoke so lightly that Qin Gang's eyes turned red: "Brother Xiu, this is not how money is spent."

Three million, medium-sized yacht, and fun.

I just said that Ding Xiu was simple and had a hard life, haha, he was holding back his ultimate move.

"Brother Xiu, if you have more money than you can use up, listen to me and buy a few houses. The house prices will be the same every month. You will make a lot of money in the future."

Qin Gang also likes to enjoy, but he doesn't spend much money on it. He spends most of his money on investing in houses. He now owns more than a dozen houses.

The house will not depreciate in value. Even if it is not rented out, it will be worth a lot of money if it is resold in the future, enough to support several generations.

Ding Xiu shook his head: "I don't want to buy it because I'm afraid of a financial crisis."

Qin Gang laughed loudly: "Other things may fall, but housing prices will not. They will only rise higher in the next few years. Next year is the Olympics. Just watch, housing prices in Peking will increase at least five times."

Next year will be 2008, and it will be Peiping's turn to host the Olympic Games. Construction has begun in many places. A big reason for the surge in housing prices is the Olympic Games.

After the Olympics next year, it is expected that there will be a big increase, and then he can sell his house to make a fortune.

"I don't understand, I can't play, I'm not interested."

Ding Xiu doesn't dare to do things he's not sure about. Real estate speculation, stock trading, and company management are all his weaknesses. He spends money and time, so he rarely touches them.

"Oh, you are not lucky."

Shaking his head and sighing with emotion, Qin Gang went out to find the accountant to transfer money to Ding Xiu. When he arrived at the door, he turned around and said, "Remember to buy in the name of the company, so that you can save less money."

"By the way, whenever you buy it, I'll go play with it and give myself a holiday."

…

While waiting for Qin Gang, Ding Xiu came to his office, where Zhao Liying was cleaning with a rag.

There was an unopened express delivery on the table. It was guessed that it was sent by Wang Baoqiang. Ding Xiu opened it and it turned out to be an album.

Turn on the computer, put the CD in, and soon Wang Baoqiang’s beautiful singing voice came out.

It can be said that Baoqiang's singing relies entirely on emotion, without any skills.

If Wang Baoqiang's acting talent is God's blessing, then his singing talent is God's fault.

The voice has no characteristics at all, and the song is not a good song, just an ordinary love song.

When thinking of Wang Baoqiang's face, Ding Xiu really couldn't tell that he could have any unforgettable love story in his life.

Taking out his mobile phone, Ding Xiu called Wang Baoqiang: "I received your album and just listened to it."

"How's it going, brother?"

Wang Baoqiang asked excitedly.

"You'd better act well from now on."

Wang Baoqiang giggled and scratched his head: "A lot of people said this, and I don't think it's good either, but my manager insisted on forcing me to post it."

Ding Xiu smiled and said, "What have you been busy with recently?"

"Writing a book." Over there, Wang Baoqiang's voice was sonorous and powerful, as if he was saying something proud.

Ding Xiu: "..."

"What kind of book are you writing? An online novel?"

He practiced martial arts at the age of six, went to the Shaolin Temple at the age of eight, and didn’t even graduate from elementary school, so he just went to write a book?

Not as reliable as singing.

"No, I am writing an autobiography."

Ding Xiu: "..."

This time he was really convinced. Wang Baoqiang's autobiography, from extra performer to big star?

"Alright, write about the difficulty and bitterness of your drifting to the North, and encourage those young actors at the bottom and give them hope."

Wang Baoqiang has always been an idol of group performers. Many people know that he has stepped from a group performer to where he is today, but many of the details are unknown.

If more stories could be known, maybe this shot of chicken blood would have some effect.

On the bright side, we can see from Bao Qiang's story that it is not easy to become famous and it is not just about diligence and hard work. It can be a wake-up call to those who try to become famous overnight.

Wang Baoqiang was stunned. He didn't know why Ding Xiu thought of Beidiao. He had never thought of writing this at all.

"I don't write about Beipiao, I write about things in the countryside, my father, my mother, my family's cattle pen...Brother Xiu, you are highly educated, remember to give me a preface when the time comes."

"Okay, I will definitely write it to you!"

Not wanting to talk any more, Ding Xiu gritted his teeth and hung up the phone.

He did not avoid anyone on the phone call with Wang Baoqiang. Zhao Liying heard clearly and said with a smile: "Brother Xiu, how about you also write an autobiography?"

Ding Xiu's heart moved. If he wrote an autobiography, it would definitely be more exciting than Wang Baoqiang's. It's a world of swords, swords, intrigues, and intrigues.

The world of the Ming Dynasty was not like it is now. The Young and Dangerous movie is a bit of a restoration of the former underworld. In the movie, Chen Haonan faces people weaker than himself, and he just asks "What the hell are you watching? Do you want to challenge him?"

In the Ming Dynasty, the underworld would not say this if they really wanted to impress people.

He would draw a knife to kill someone when they disagreed, drugged him, stabbed him in the back, threatened his parents, and exterminated his family when he was told. There were countless unscrupulous things he did.

Ding Xiu opened his lips slightly, thinking that he might not be able to read his autobiography as it would be too bloody, but then he thought, if publishing is not possible, why not write it as an online novel?

I am writing about Ding Xiu of the Ming Dynasty. What does it have to do with me?

"Yeah too!"

Just do it, Ding Xiu turned on the computer and typed out the first line of words in Word.

What he wrote was all what he had experienced, and there was no such thing as a word. People and things that had been dusty for a long time slowly emerged in his mind.

I don't know when, Zhao Liying came behind Ding Xiu and secretly read the words on the computer.

She just said it casually, but she didn't expect Ding Xiu to actually write it.

There are already hundreds of words on the screen.

Ding Xiu's literary talent is not very high, but he is proficient in classical Chinese and has a deep study of ancient culture. In his writing, a bloody traditional world slowly emerges.

after an hour.

"Snapped!"

After writing two thousand words, Ding Xiu took his hands off the keyboard and stretched.

"That's it for today. I'll write more when I have time."

If it's filming, he can shoot for more than ten hours. If it's martial arts training, he can practice for a whole day.

If you were sitting in front of a computer typing, two thousand words a day would really be your limit.

It is true that he is proficient in ancient Chinese, but writing stories requires using his brain. Some words and sentences must be used to beautify the names of people and places. The story cannot be too bloody. If it is too real, he is afraid that the police will come to his door.

The hot blood splattered on the face, full of fishy smell, and the intestines flowed out after being stabbed... Many details were written by people who had not experienced it.

If he was really asked, he wouldn't be able to explain clearly.

"Ah, this." Zhao Liying's eyes widened: "Is that all?"

"Write again when you have time. I'm very tired." Ding Xiu stood up and said, "Let's go home and have dinner. From now on when we go to work, we will code and write novels."

In July, Ding Xiu got the yacht he bought. Thinking that there would be a lot of people, he invited Yang Siwei, Qin Gang and others to go with him. There were still few people behind him, so Qin Gang directly suggested a team building to bring in the free women in the company. All the artists were called.

So, on the deck, there were a row of beauties in swimsuits, all with good figures and beautiful looks.

"Hello, Brother Xiu, I am Yuan Shanshan, Mimi's classmate. Do you still remember me?"

"Remember, of course I remember."

He didn't remember it before, but this time Ding Xiu remembered it. It's hard for a beautiful woman with waistcoat lines to forget.

"Didn't you go to the set of Dream of Red Mansions?" Ding Xiu looked away from Yuan Shanshan and looked at Yang Mi, who was also wearing a swimsuit.

The little girl is just growing up. Two years ago she was still a little Mimi, but now she is a big Mimi.

The body is in great shape and the waves are fierce.

"I filmed a drama before, called Wang Zhaojun, which happens to be broadcast soon. I took a few days off to cooperate with the crew in promoting it."

The crew of Dream of Red Mansions is very strict. They practice speaking, walking, and reading the original novel of Red Mansions every day. She almost collapsed during the time she joined the crew. She finally took time off to relax. She came here after hearing that they were doing team building.

Recommendation: Wen Zhixing traveled to the world of immortal cultivation and became a male disciple of Wanmiao Palace.

Because of his extraordinary talent, he became the favorite among all the demon girls. However, his body was exhausted and his life was short.

There is no end to the world, and Wen Zhixing discovered that he could see the [Fragments of Creation] on other people's bodies. As long as he spent his life span, he could collect the creation.

…

At this point, Wen Zhixing was transformed and reborn.

The road to immortality is long, and Wen Zhixing only asks: How deep is the path of the enchantress?