This actor needs more money

Wang Baoqiang was silent. At this moment, he realized the gap between himself and Ding Xiu.

He still only wants to be an actor and film movies, but Ding Xiu already wants to be a capital.

Is Ding Xiu capital?

Apparently so.

Qin Chao Entertainment is such a big company. In addition to the artist business, they also do film and television drama shooting, development, and film promotion.

It may be a bit exaggerated to say that it is a giant, but it still has some influence in the industry and is generally quite powerful.

In terms of the overall strength of actors, Ding Xiu is considered to be at the top.

For an actor to be able to do what he did, he is considered very powerful, but Ding Xiu is still not satisfied, and now he is getting dividends from filming.

Once this hole is opened, in the future, even if Ding Xiu does not rely on Qin Chao Entertainment, he will become capital in his own right. He will directly copy Cheng Long and the others' old methods and make a lot of money.

The two didn't wait long when Chen Desheng called back.

"Brother Xiu, we can negotiate the share."

Wang Baoqiang was surprised. He didn't expect that they could actually talk.

"Director Chen, it's a pleasure to work with you." Ding Xiu stood up and shook hands with Chen Desheng: "I believe this is just the beginning. We will have many opportunities for cooperation in the future."

Ding Xiu looks down on Hong Kong Island's market, but that doesn't mean he looks down on Hong Kong Island's directors.

Directors in the Hong Kong circle are very popular now. These directors have strength, reputation, and talent, but now they are just dragons swimming in the shallows.

All they lack is tickets to enter the entertainment industry.

Ding Xiu is willing to provide this ticket and everyone can make a fortune together.

By opening up the Hong Kong circle, every movie will get a share of the box office, and everyone will cooperate and win.

At the same time, they also need partners from the mainland. They dare not cooperate with partners who are too strong, and they will only be swallowed up and reduced to wage earners.

Ding Xiu is the most suitable person. He is neither strong nor weak. Everyone can make money and talk about it.

"I'm looking forward to that day." Chen Desheng held Ding Xiu's hand tightly.

That night, Ding Xiu received a martial arts contract from someone.

20 million yuan in salary, plus 5% of the box office share.

The share sounds like a lot. If the box office is 100 million, there will be 5 million box office. If it is 1 billion, it will be 50 million, which is equivalent to picking up for nothing.

But everyone knows that one billion box office is hard to come by.

Under normal circumstances, it would be good to have three to five billion.

After all, the money Ding Xiu received in the end was almost the same as his market salary.

But how much his salary is, no one except the film crew knows.

Outsiders only know that Ding Xiu is receiving dividends in addition to remuneration for filming. Next time he works with him, he will either follow Ding Xiu's rules and give him dividends.

If you don’t pay dividends, you have to pay more in terms of remuneration.

A person's martial arts skills invisibly raise his worth a lot.

…

March in spring, courtyard.

Under the jujube tree, Ding Xiu and Wang Baoqiang fought face to face.

It was said to be a fight, but in fact it was a one-sided crushing. Both of them used grappling, which seemed to be the same way.

But if you look closely, it's a little different.

Wang Baoqiang's approach was a little less decisive and ruthless, while Ding Xiu's capture was fast, fierce and accurate.

"ah!!"

Wang Baoqiang's hand was caught, and Ding Xiu's five claws grabbed him from the arm to the shoulder. Wherever it passed, Wang Baoqiang felt as if his hand was broken.

Before it was over, Ding Xiu's big hands were like measuring clothes, moving down his ribs until they stopped at the third rib.

Push hard.

"ah!!"

"Stop, stop, stop!!"

Wang Baoqiang was almost in tears. He felt that his ribs were about to be pulled out by Ding Xiu in the next second.

Ding Xiu stopped his hand and said contemptuously: "Didn't you say you wanted to train with me? How long has it been?"

Wang Baoqiang shrugged his arms, covered his ribs and said in pain: "I'm asking you to train, I don't want you to really fuck me."

The character he plays is Feng Yuxiu, a martial arts idiot who was born lame.

In the play, he will challenge many martial arts masters one after another, using fists first and then legs to capture, using five weapons in one.

He is good at boxing and kicking, and he also knows a bit about weapons, but grappling is his weak point.

So I came to Ding Xiu for further study.

There is no way, what Shaolin Temple taught in those years was just showy, boxing and kicking were all for health, and swordsmanship was of the same nature.

Grappling is different and is almost impossible to learn on the market.

Because this thing has practical significance, few people know it, and those who know it rarely come out to teach others.

After much deliberation, Ding Xiu is the only one who can teach martial arts.

Ding Xiu seemed not to have heard Wang Baoqiang's words and thought to himself: "Do you know why Feng Yuxiu challenged the masters of each sect in the order of fists first, then legs, and then capture?"

Wang Baoqiang almost didn't think about it and blurted out: "Because the further you go to the back, the more powerful it becomes."

He has studied the script and knows it very well.

"Not entirely." Ding Xiu explained: "Fists are more flexible than legs and easier to use. Legs are more lethal than fists and can hit farther, so you need to train your legs."

As he spoke, Ding Xiu punched the air twice, then raised his leg to kick horizontally, passing Wang Baoqiang's brow with ease, causing a gust of breeze.

The legs are more lethal, he is not just saying this.

Normal people can tell by testing whether a punch is more powerful or a kick is more powerful. They can clearly feel it.

And one inch long, one inch strong, the distance is advantageous. Before the fist touches the person, the person's leg has already kicked you on the head.

If you meet a real master, a kick to the ribs can break a person's bones.

Kicked to the thigh, the thigh immediately lost its fighting capacity and turned purple.

Kicked to the knee, sorry, but your fate is not good, prepare to be crutched for the rest of your life.

Kicked to the calf, luck is not bad, at most it will be broken.

"The requirements for grappling are higher. Capturing is not just about using fingers and five claws. It also requires a lot of boxing, leg and body skills."

"If you get punched or kicked, you may only be injured, but if you are caught, you will die or be disabled."

"The grappling is all about the joints. They can easily break them. The more ferocious the attack, the harder it is to learn."

Wang Baoqiang felt numb all over after hearing this. He lowered his head and looked at the place where Ding Xiu had grabbed him. His wrist and elbow were red, and there were several scratches.

My shoulder hurts a little because it was pressed by Ding Xiu’s thumb before.

The ribs are the worst, they feel numb even when I take a deep breath.

If Ding Xiu hadn't been merciful, his wrist would have been broken, as would his elbow.

As expected, the shoulders will have to be removed and a few ribs will need to be dug out.

Holding his hands behind his back, Ding Xiu said: "Weapons are an extension of the hands and feet, making up for the lack of lethality."

"A stick, a sword, a gun, a lifetime. Anyone who uses a weapon in a duel is for the purpose of killing people."

After living two lifetimes, Ding Xiu rarely saw anyone sparring with weapons.

Fortunately, modern society is fine. In the previous generation, when fighting with iron weapons, it was all aimed at killing people.

Some masters can kill more than a dozen people with a simple sword in their hands, and they are not afraid to face more than thirty unarmed ordinary people.

As for those who practice guns, they are awesome.

This thing is a horse weapon.

With a big gun and a powerful horse, a dozen or so people dared to charge into a team of hundreds of people.

"What about the five-in-one family? What is this?" Wang Baoqiang asked.

This is what he is most curious about.

He didn't write the script, there are some things in it that he doesn't understand, and he hasn't joined the team yet, so he doesn't have time to ask the screenwriter.

He probably didn't understand some of the things that the screenwriter did, but copied them from the Internet or read them in some martial arts novel.

Ding Xiu lamented: "The inner family's five-in-one is not a thing, it is strength."

"Jin?" Wang Baoqiang was confused: "Can you explain it more clearly? I can't imagine it?"

He is extremely serious about his role and must understand it.

Ding Xiu didn't say anything, he just stood upright, took a deep breath, took a step back, put his hands in front of him, and made a Bajiquan starting gesture.

The next second, he took two steps forward.

Ding Xiu was like a tiger descending from the mountain. Facing him, Wang Baoqiang felt alarm bells ringing in his heart and felt inexplicable fear.

His instinct was like running, but his steps were disobedient, his speed was too fast, and his body couldn't keep up with his consciousness.

The next second, Ding Xiu's fist was in front of his eyes, enlarging it continuously, and stopped two inches away from his eyes.

The strong wind of the fist hit his face, and Wang Baoqiang's back was covered in cold sweat. He felt like he was almost going to die.

There was an intuition that Ding Xiu could blow his head off with this punch.

"This is strength." Ding Xiu exhaled and put away his fists.

Whenever he exerts his strength, there is a feeling of being invincible, invincible, and breaking the world with his fists.

This feeling is wonderful and comfortable.

In scientific terms, at that moment, the adrenal glands surge rapidly.

When the King of Hell comes, you have to fight him to death.

It's a pity that there are not many opponents who can make him exert his strength, and he won't meet one for several years.

This is also the reason why he likes the role of Xia Houwu, the master is lonely.

Kong You was unable to use his martial arts skills, but he only used them once, killing someone, and then went to jail.

"Gulu!"

Wang Baoqiang swallowed his saliva.

I don’t know why, but the martial arts genes in my body are starting to stir again.

He recalled the time when he was young and learned martial arts from Ding Xiu.

At that time, he yearned for this kind of Kung Fu.

More than ten years have passed, and there have been too many good times. That kind of passion has slowly faded, and today it was awakened again by Ding Xiu's punch.

"Brother Xiu, the role of Feng Yuxiu is more suitable for you."

"Feng Yuxiu was a bound martial arts idiot, and he had no skills to display, but he broke the shackles, challenged the masters of various sects, and went on a killing spree. Even if he died, he was still full of joy."

Ding Xiu shook his head: "Learning martial arts is not only about cultivating one's body, but also cultivating one's mind. If you can't control yourself, no matter how high your kung fu is, it will only be inferior."

"Kung fu is just a tool. We don't want to be sincere with our fists, but we must be sincere with our hearts."

In his opinion, Feng Yuxiu's state of mind was still almost meaningless.

In modern terms, it is an obsession.