This actor needs more money

"boom!"

The glass of the cafe burst and several figures flew out.

For Yixiantian, just give it a try.

The raindrops were falling, hitting his face. Ding Xiu didn't blink, and turned to look at the more than twenty killers standing on the street not far away.

While running, the black leather shoes stepped on the uneven bluestone, causing water to splash.

"Snapped!"

Rush in front of the killer, spread your arms, open the door left and right, and kill the killer with one punch.

The tiger climbed the mountain hard, the King of Hell's three-pointed hand, the sky-reaching cannon, the boat on the dry land, the white snake spitting out the letter... The eight major moves of Bajiquan, the six major moves, all appeared in Ding Xiu's hands at this moment.

With the sound of banging punches hitting flesh, the killers lay down one by one.

"Click, pass!"

"One more shot, take a close-up, Brother Xiu, please slow down."

"Click, next one, the extras bite the blood bag."

"Click, pass, continue!"

This scene was shot for the second time. Logically speaking, with the experience of the first time, the speed would be much faster, but in fact, on the contrary, it took much more time than the last time.

When filming on a rainy day, more attention is paid to the details. Wang Jiawei is famous for being finicky, and he has to shoot several times for every water droplet splashing.

This scene was filmed until dawn.

Ding Xiu's fighter was numb, and those extras were even worse. If it weren't for the extra money, they would have run away long ago.

Because we are using a sprinkler, it is very cold when the rain falls on you in this weather, and you may catch a cold.

Using hot water would be hot, and it would be suspected of wearing clothes. Wang Jiawei was not allowed to use hot water. Fortunately, this guy had some conscience and asked the staff to make a pot of ginger soup and prepare towels and military coats.

During the break, everyone can drink some ginger soup to warm up the body and wear a military coat to keep warm.

"Director Wang, when is my next scene?"

Finishing work at dawn, before leaving, Ding Xiu asked Wang Jiawei.

Raising his eyebrows, Wang Jiawei said: "I can't take pictures of you for the time being. I'm a little busy these days. I also want to take pictures of Wei Zai. If you have nothing to do, you can leave the team to take over some work. I will be there in advance when I need you. Call you."

Playing is a big taboo for many actors, but it doesn't exist here with Wang Jiawei.

Those actors on Hong Kong Island are so used to having four or five crews running around every day when they were young.

However, although Wang Jiawei doesn't mind actors cheating on scenes, it doesn't mean that he allows actors to be unprofessional. The prerequisite for cheating is that you can't influence my crew, and you are guaranteed to be available on call and have strong professional abilities.

To put it bluntly, only those who are capable are qualified to play.

Ding Xiu is obviously a capable person. The role of Yi Yin Tian mainly involves martial arts scenes. This happens to be Ding Xiu's strength and it is not difficult for him.

That's why Wang Jiawei was willing to let him out.

"It's already this hour, where can I pick up the work?" Ding Xiu was depressed.

You won't be able to take a job for a few days, and you may be called back in ten and a half months. You won't make much money even if you work for a few days. It's troublesome to come and go again, which is unnecessary.

"Then you can help me guide my martial arts work on the set. You are an expert in this area."

"More money?"

"Do we still need to talk about money in our friendship?"

"I just remembered that there is indeed an event that I need to attend in the next two days. I'm sorry, Director Wang. You can ask someone else to handle the martial arts."

Why do you want to make him work without paying a penny?

Ding Xiu was the only one who had sex with others for free. How could anyone else have sex with him for free?

With this skill, he would rather play mahjong with Song Huiqiao. If there is no one around, he can play double queue. In short, he will never work.

Wang Jiawei: "Haha."

He knew that when talking to Ding Xiu, don't talk about feelings if you can talk about money.

A week later, the sun was shining brightly in the afternoon.

Under the big parasol, Ding Xiu, Song Huiqiao, Zhao Liying, and Xu Haofeng were playing mahjong.

It has been a week since the last fight scene. Ding Xiu has not filmed a single scene, but Song Huiqiao is into porn and has filmed one scene.

"There is a Bajiquan martial arts competition in Guangzhou recently. Brother Xiu, if you have nothing to do, you can go and have fun. Peng, ten thousand."

The speaker was Xu Haofeng, with long flowing hair draped over his shoulders, black-rimmed glasses on his nose, and a round face.

Generally speaking, the screenwriter does not need to stay on the set every day. Some crews only read the script in the early stage of filming, and the screenwriter is present during the study.

The Grandmaster crew is different. Wang Jiawei does not follow routines when filming. It is routine to change the script. This requires the screenwriter to always be on the crew and be at his disposal at any time.

There are several screenwriters in this crew. Xu Haofeng is the only one who has a deep research on martial arts, so his burden is heavier.

It can be seen that Ding Xiu is bored playing mahjong on the set every day, so he plans to let Ding Xiu watch the Bajiquan competition. If he is really interested, the entire judges will give him a thumbs up.

As one of the judges, with Xu Haofeng's recommendation and Ding Xiu's reputation, he can still do it.

After all, Ding Xiu's Bajiquan is recognized in the industry.

"Okay, if I have time another day, I'll go play." Ding Xiu said casually.

"This is a national-level Bajiquan competition. It is huge and interesting. There may even be some masters."

"Really?" Ding Xiu's eyes lit up slightly: "Then you have to go."

Xu Haofeng smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I promise I won't let you down."

In the evening, after the mahjong game, Ding Xiu said to Zhao Liying: "Did you hear about the provincial Bajiquan competition? Sign up for me. I want to participate."

He didn't know that Xu Haofeng asked him to be a judge, and thought he was asked to compete.

Ding Xiu didn't want to go at first, but he became interested after hearing about the experts.

I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time, so it would be good to find someone to practice with. My bones are almost rusty.

"Understood." Zhao Liying nodded heavily.

Ten days later, Shencheng, the venue for the national Bajiquan martial arts competition.

"It was well done. The organizer was very good at choosing the location."

Ding Xiu, wearing a baseball uniform, a cap and a black mask, got out of the car. Opposite him was a university.

According to the invitation letter given by the organizer, the competition venue is the gymnasium of this university.

Putting his hands in his pockets, Ding Xiu strode into the school. Zhao Liying followed quickly, looking around from time to time. She graduated from a technical secondary school and never went to university. This was her first time here.

The first impression is that it is big.

It's bigger than her hometown town.

There are many teaching buildings, and the ground is covered with asphalt roads, which are clean and tidy. The trees on both sides of the roads are green, and the college students coming and going are young, beautiful and energetic.

Looking at these people who were about the same age as herself, Zhao Liying was in a daze for a moment, imagining that if she had not left society and insisted on studying, she might be a part of this place.

"What are you looking at? Follow me."

In front, Ding Xiu turned around and saw Zhao Liying lagging behind, and shouted.

"Coming, coming." After coming back to her senses, Zhao Liying sped up and trotted to catch up.

Ding Xiu slowed down and said, "Are you envious?"

"Of course, who wouldn't envy those who are carefree?" Zhao Liying was very honest: "But if you give me a choice, I will still walk out of campus."

"Because my family couldn't afford it, I had no intention of studying at first. Going out of society was the best decision."

Everyone longs for a life without sorrow. Who doesn't want to go to high school or college, and then find a boyfriend and a good job.

The ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny. Her rural family does not allow her to make this choice. From the perspective of the older generation, girls do not need much education because they will get married sooner or later.

When I graduated from technical secondary school and went to Peking to pursue my career, I had the idea of ​​​​avoiding marriage.

Looking at the towering teaching building, Ding Xiu said: "It doesn't matter if it's windy or rainy, different roads have different scenery, so don't belittle yourself."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't gone to college. It's okay to go to college in the future. If you're a bit of a scumbag, it's not up to you to go to college for seven or eight years."

Ding Xiu's last sentence touched Zhao Liying a little, but the next sentence made her head full of black lines. She clenched her pink fists and rushed towards Ding Xiu's waist.

Of course, Ding Xiu wouldn't let her succeed, so he ducked and ran away laughing, while Zhao Liying chased after him angrily.

The two of them were both young, in their twenties, not much older than college students. They were chasing each other in tandem, looking more like a couple having a fight in school.

At the entrance of the gymnasium, Xu Haofeng greeted Ding Xiu.

Ding Xiu waved to him from a distance: "Director Xu."

"You're just in time, hurry up and register." Xu Haofeng pointed to the registration desk at the door and motioned for Ding Xiu to register and sign.

"Show me your ID card and the invitation letter."

"Ding Xiu, 5224231980...fuck you!"

When the registration officer saw the ID card, he cursed and looked up.

It is normal to have the same name and surname, the world is full of wonders, but the photos on the ID cards look the same as the famous star Ding Xiu, which can only mean that the person in front of him is a real person.

"Hello, can you take off your mask? I'll check if it's me."

"no problem."

"Fuck, Brother Run, I'm your fan, can you sign it for me? Just sign it on my clothes, thank you."

"Go slow and have a good race."

After being fucked twice at the door, Ding Xiu wasn't angry at all. After all, he was a fan of his own, so he tolerated it.

"Wait, have you signed up?" Xu Haofeng pulled Ding Xiu in confusion and asked.

Ding Xiu nodded: "I signed up for the youth group. Didn't you ask me to sign up?"

Xu Haofeng: "..."

When did he let Ding Xiu sign up for the youth group? With Ding Xiu's strength, not to mention those young people, the judges on the referee's bench together are not enough for him to fight.

Totally abusing food.

Brother, I asked you to come here to be a judge, why did you end it yourself?

"Forget it, just report it, just think it's just for fun." Xu Haofeng silently put away the referee tag he was going to give to Ding Xiu.

…

This is an indoor basketball gym. When he walked in, Ding Xiu saw many people. Everyone was tall and tall, and some had arms thicker than Zhao Liying's thighs.

It is said to be a youth group, but the youth here are not scientifically generally referred to as sixteen to twenty-eight years old, but twenty to forty.

So you can see uncles with beards everywhere.

Ding Xiu saw with his own eyes that some brought their sons to compete.

After a while, the host stood on the steps with a microphone and shouted: "Dear friends, please line up and don't mess up. We are going to issue player cards and announce the rules of the competition."

They were all adults and were easier to talk to. After a while, more than a dozen teams came out, with varying numbers of people. Ding Xiu stood at the back and glanced at them. He said there were at least one or two hundred people.

The Bajiquan game is not a basketball game or a football game.

There are not many people who practice martial arts these days, and even fewer who practice traditional martial arts. There are very few who can persist and have two brushes.

Because this is a competition, not a routine competition.

The routine competition is about the standard, standard and graceful movements, while the confrontation competition is about hitting points, falls, etc.

It's just a practice routine. If you don't have actual combat experience, you will get beaten if you come here.

After all, there was a sign for the National Bajiquan Competition, but only one or two hundred people came. From this, we can see the decline of traditional martial arts.

It would be better to say it is a Bajiquan exchange competition.

"Brother, I'm from Cangzhou. My name is Su Rong. What do you call me? Isn't it hot wearing a mask?"

The person in front of Ding Xiu is a handsome young man who is 1.8 meters tall, in his early twenties, with trendy side bangs, and a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looks very elegant.

Ding Xiu has seen more than one martial arts practitioner wearing glasses. Xu Haofeng is short-sighted.

I don’t know how they practice. Thanks to modern society, there is such a thing as glasses. In ancient times, at night, your opponents would have their faces close to each other, and you couldn’t even see someone’s long gun.

"Nice to meet you, Ding Xiu."

Pulling down the mask, Ding Xiu stretched out his hand and shook it.

Since ancient times, Yan and Zhao had many generous and tragic people. Cangzhou was once a famous boxing nest with many people practicing martial arts.

But the young man in front of him, as soon as he got started, he knew that he didn't have much skill, he was just a layman, and his hands were very soft.

The young man's expression was dull for a few seconds.

"grass!"

The quintessence of the Chinese nation attracted countless attention, and the referee who was the first to announce the rules of the game looked over with a dark face.

Are all young people today so arrogant and disrespectful of their predecessors?

Others also looked over with a smile, wanting to see which warrior it was, and then they saw Ding Xiu.

"Fuck you!"

"Why is he here?"

"I'll throw it away, boss."

"It's over, it's over. Come over here and we'll only get a beating."

"Who is making such a fuss?"

"Ding Xiu, big star."

"A star, what's so weird about that? Look at his thin skin and tender flesh. I wonder if he'll cry if he's punched."

"Brother, you should go online and search for Ding Xiu's achievements. He is a tough guy in his twenties who dares to chase more than a dozen people with a watermelon knife. The Sanda boxing champion was knocked unconscious by him. He challenged the eight major martial arts in Hong Kong. Gyms, karate, and Wing Chun are all sent to the hospital, and there are very few Baji masters with actual combat experience."

"Niubi, what kind of fun does a guy like this come here to join in the fun?"

"As an actor, you may know how to perform kung fu, but actual combat and performance are different."

Ding Xiu's reputation is quite big in the circle, although there has always been a lot of controversy.

Some people think that he is just a facade, just packaged, while others believe that he is really powerful and can fight very well.

But those who know the inside story understand that those achievements are not exaggerated. There are still some martial arts stars in the entertainment industry who can fight.

Being watched by so many people, Ding Xiu raised his hand and said hello with a friendly attitude.

It has to be said that the development of modern society is not without benefits in making friends through martial arts. In ancient times, in order to compete for a reputation, it was not called a martial arts competition until several people were killed.

Putting aside the previous competitions, if you don't kill people or maim people, it's really civilized.