This actor needs more money

"Xiaoqian, let me try, let me try again."

Listening to Ning Caichen's lines, Ding Xiu's face looked a little weird. He really wanted to pick up the line, but if it didn't work, don't force it.

The screenwriter of this play is Chen Shisan. God knows under what circumstances he wrote such lines.

There's nothing wrong with it when listened to together, but it's a bit weird when played alone, and it's comparable to Qiong Yao's drama.

"Stuck, pass!"

The director shouted that everyone should call it a day and prepare to go home.

Chen Xiaodong got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling depressed.

After waiting for two days, he showed a line. Without watching the replay, he knew that the shot definitely did not last more than 20 seconds.

Twenty seconds, no man can bear it.

He is obviously the leading actor.

But he didn't dare to say anything because the play was changed by Li Huizhu.

Li Huizhu is a director of ATV and has been in the industry for more than ten years.

He has filmed dramas such as Fist of Fury, Zombie Taoist Master, Date with a Zombie, Interpol, Snowflake Excalibur, Golden Lawyer, and Young Hero Fang Shiyu.

The actors he collaborated with were either Shidi or a first-line actor. How could he, a newcomer from singer to actor, dare to challenge such a big shot?

The screenwriter of this play, Chen Shisan, is also Li Huizhu's royal screenwriter. Even if he was angry, he would not dare to vent his anger on him.

Not to mention Cheng Xiaodong, a top boss.

Generally speaking, the production team of "A Chinese Girl" is very strong, and the actors can't be beaten. They have to film whatever they ask.

A few days later, on the set, during lunch break.

Ding Xiu ate his lunch and said to Wu Jing: "You said you were going to Hong Kong Island, wandering around and then coming back, exporting to domestic sales?"

Putting his chopsticks into the lunch box, Wu was surprised and said: "What does it mean to switch from export to domestic sales? Yunnan is just one of the filming locations for this drama, and it will leave soon."

"Then we went to Hangzhou and Guangzhou, right? This is still the mainland. Apart from being produced by a production team from Hong Kong Island, this drama is no different from ordinary mainland dramas."

"I……"

"Didn't you say that you are tired of filming period martial arts movies? Why are you still filming them?"

Ding Xiu's several critical attacks shocked Wu so much that he couldn't find a reason to refute for a while.

He arrived in Hong Kong at the end of last year and visited many film and television companies, producers and directors.

It’s been half a year since I finally got the chance to watch A Chinese Ghost Story. It was introduced by an acquaintance, otherwise it wouldn’t have been his turn.

In order to gain a reputation in Hong Kong films so that he could make movies in the future, he gritted his teeth and took the role.

Unexpectedly, when I came up, I met Ding Xiu who joined the group, and he didn't open any pots.

Lowering his head, Wu Jing picked up his weapon in the play, a spear, from the ground.

"I was careless last time, how about we practice again."

Ding Xiu glanced at him: "Your master is no match for me, let alone you."

"You are afraid of young people with boxing. It is normal for an old comrade in his sixties not to be able to beat you. But I am different. Guns are my strong point."

"Making friends through martial arts is a good relationship." Cheng Xiaodong passed by the two of them and came closer after hearing their conversation: "Just let me see your kung fu."

He has heard Yuan Bing brag about how powerful Ding Xiu is countless times. He talks about Ding Xiu with praise and a bit of admiration.

He is said to be a modern martial arts master.

Cheng Xiaodong used to practice Northern martial arts. Although it has been abandoned for so many years, how could he not want to see such a master when he met him?

Ding Xiu shook his head. He was not a showman. He would beat whoever asked him to do it, and he would perform whenever he asked him to.

People who practice martial arts must have this kind of pride, otherwise the road will be narrow.

"If one of you two wins, I will recommend a crew to him later and he will do what he says." Seeing that Ding Xiu was unwilling to fight, Cheng Xiaodong threw out the bait.

Ding Xiu put down his lunch box and said, "It doesn't matter who the crew is or not. The main thing is that the weather is a bit cold and I want to move around."

Isn't it just a fight? No matter how big it is, it only lasts a few minutes at most.

Arrogance is worthless. If the road is narrow, then it should be narrow. He likes to walk on narrow roads. Narrow roads have the fun of narrow roads.

Picking up his Yixi Demon Sword, Ding Xiu said to Wu Jing: "Come on, let me help you."

"The sword has no eyes, be careful." Wu Jing was nervous as he held the spear.

To be honest, he was excited and scared at the same time.

What makes me excited is that I have practiced martial arts for twenty years, performed on stage countless times, and won several national championships, but I have never tried using weapons in actual combat.

After losing to Ding Xiu carelessly for the first time, he had been holding back his energy and wanted to fight again, using what he was best at.

I got what I wanted today, and it would be a lie to say I'm not happy.

There is no first in literature, no second in martial arts. No one who practices martial arts wants to compete with masters. Even his master Wu Bing cannot resist this temptation.

What I was afraid of was that the sword had no eyes, and I was afraid of hurting Ding Xiu.

The head of the gun used by the crew is made of hardened plastic, which is very painful if it is poked into the human body. If it is accidentally poked in the eye, the person will be disabled.

Ding Xiu's Yixi Demon Sword is not simple. It is an unopened iron sword. If you hit a person with all your strength, you will still draw blood.

The two competed, and everyone in the group put down their lunch boxes and ran over to watch.

Everyone knows that Ding Xiu is a martial arts master, but he has never been able to see it with his own eyes. Who is not curious?

Xu Xiyuan, Chen Xiaodong, Yuan Hua, Shen Xiaohai, Chen Shisan and others each pulled up a chair and squeezed to the front to watch.

Especially Chen Shisan, his eyes were wide open, for fear of missing any detail.

He is a screenwriter and has written many martial arts scripts, but this is the first time he has seen a martial arts competition between masters. These are all raw materials.

The most exaggerated thing is that director Li Huizhu directly set up the camera and asked the onlookers to step back and prepare for a real shot.

On the set, Ding Xiu and Wu Jing were six or seven meters apart.

A spear is in hand and a sword is unsheathed.

"Three, two, one, start!" Cheng Xiaodong acted as the referee and counted the seconds for the two of them.

They didn’t look at each other for a long time, and there was no pretentious part about you coming, I came, you shouldn’t come, and I came anyway.

Wu Jing moved as soon as Cheng Xiaodong's word hit the ground. First, he strutted his horse and waved a spear, then a cold light came first, and the spear came out like a dragon, pointing directly at Ding Xiu's chest.

Weapons are one inch longer and one inch stronger. The spear is not close to the body. With the length of his arm plus the spear, he can stab the opponent from two meters away.

The moment he took out the gun, Ding Xiu also moved, holding the hilt of the sword in a backhand sword posture.

Everyone laughed: "Are you trying to kill the sky and draw the sword with a move?"

"Qiang!"

The long sword was unsheathed and the spear was raised horizontally. Ding Xiu took a step back, dived down and held the sword with both hands, and slashed down hard.

"Crack!"

The front half of Wu Jing's gun fell to the ground. Before he could react, a long sword appeared on his neck.

The whole place was silent except for the sound of the gun head rolling on the ground.

"Gulu!"

I don’t know who swallowed to break this tranquility. I originally thought it was a difficult fight. Who would have thought that the winner would be decided in just a few seconds.

The long sword was sheathed, and Ding Xiu said to Wu Jing: "Are you still competing?"

The sword master Yu Chenghui was caught off guard and was defeated by a Japanese sword move, not to mention Wu Jing.

"I lost."

Throwing the spear on the ground, Wu Jing pulled at the collar of his clothes to get some air. Fortunately, he was still worried about hurting Ding Xiu, but he didn't expect that he couldn't survive even a single move.