"Tuk Tuk!"

There was a knock on the door, followed by the head of the old man poking in.

Hearing the knock on the door, Ding Xiu got up, and greeted the old man with a smile when he saw him.

"Director Zhang, why did you come here in person, I still thought about looking for you."

"It's okay, I happened to be passing by, your kid is doing well, he is in good shape, and there are no mistakes."

Patting Ding Xiu's shoulder, the old man said with relief.

There are not many theatrical performances at the opening ceremony, and the others are group performances of thousands of people, and there are only a few individual performances.

Lang Lang's piano and Ding Xiu's martial arts are the most worrying for Lao Mouzi.

Although the former is a piano master, he has rich performance experience and has played on any occasion, so naturally there will be no problems.

The difficulty is that Lang Lang's partner is only five years old, a little girl, in order to show the child's innocence and purity, the old man did not have any harsh requirements and mandatory training for the little girl during the rehearsal.

This led to the fact that after going on stage, the little girl either picked her nose or touched her mouth during the piano playing.

The old man in the general control room almost fainted at that time, and he was afraid that the little girl would run off the stage.

Fortunately, the girl is quite decent, her ass has never left the chair, and she finished playing the song in a proper manner.

However, according to Lang Lang after stepping down, he was not much better than Lao Mouzi at that time, that is, he did not have a quick-acting heart pill on his body, otherwise he would have half a bottle.

In the process of playing, the little girl played and told him that the weather was a little hot and she wanted to go down to drink water.

Olympics, global live broadcast, Lang Lang was almost not scared to death, after so many years in the industry, the first time he played the piano and his hands trembled, I saw him pleading in a voice that only two people could hear: "Bear with it first, it will be fine immediately, uncle will buy candy for you to eat in a while, okay?" ”

Under his coaxing and deception, the little girl finally did not leave.

After playing the piano, Lang Lang's back was full of cold sweat, and he was scared.

Lang Lang had a thrilling time here, and Ding Xiu fortunately didn't have any problems, otherwise the old man would really have to hang himself here.

In the final analysis, the style is different, the gap between the group and the individual is too big, don't look at the number of people in the group, it is not easy to control, but the advantages are also obvious, that is, the mistakes of individual people cannot be seen in the whole.

Individuals are different, billions of eyes around the world are staring at you, and your eyelids are shaking, not to mention making mistakes.

"Didn't you leave right away, I wanted to say hello to you." Ding Xiu held the old man's hand and said.

After the opening ceremony, the old man was in a much better mood, and joked: "Just say hello, don't invite guests to dinner?" ”

"Then you have to have time, I know you're busy today, please another day."

"That's pretty much it."

Although the opening ceremony has passed, there are still some things that the old man needs to sweep the tail, and after chatting with Ding Xiu, he will leave.

Ding Xiu held his hand tightly: "Director Zhang, what do you think of my swordsmanship?" ”

"That's good." The old man was a little stunned, and he didn't know why Ding Xiu was talking about this.

Ding Xiu smiled and said: "Actually, the main thing is that the sword is good, this eight-sided Han sword is sharp, atmospheric, and has good workmanship." ”

Turning his head, Ding Xiu said to Zhao Liying: "By the way, Xiao Zhao, what about my sword, take it out, and I'll show it to Director Zhang alone." ”

"Sword?" Zhao Liying was stunned, scratched her head and said, "Didn't the staff put away the sword, I don't know where to put it." ”

After getting off the stage, the sword was taken away by the staff, which is a rule and a rule.

There are so many big leaders on the scene, where can you run around with sharp weapons, not to mention Ding Xiu, a martial arts master, who is it if something goes wrong?

Ding Xiu looked directly at Zhang Yi: "Director Zhang, where is my sword?" ”

The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth twitched, and he said emotionally for a long time, Ding Xiu was asking for a sword, he remembered that he had indeed promised Ding Xiu before, and he would give him the eight-faced Han sword afterwards.

The left and right are just a sword, and of course the old man will not pay the bill.

Even if this sword is produced by a master, it is actually not much in value, and it is one or two hundred thousand to die.

After today, it's more about symbolic values.

Because this sword was used by Ding Xiu at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games.

The value of this sword is bound by the Olympics and Ding Xiu, and it can be regarded as Ding Xiu's fate, so he gave it.

"The sword is still yours, I have something in my hands, can I send it to you later?"

"Where is this little thing embarrassing to trouble Director Zhang, you give it to me now, I'll take it home directly, or you tell me where it is, I'll get it myself."

Isn't it, even he doesn't believe it?

The old man didn't expect Ding Xiu to be "more serious" to this point.

"You go to the back door and wait, I'll ask the staff to send it over."

There is no repayment, the old man agreed.

From beginning to end, he never thought about repaying the debt, just a sword, a small thing, what if it was used at the opening ceremony of the Olympics, and in his opinion, the value is limited.

But it's impossible to let Ding Xiu take it out like this.

The front and back of the stage are full of leaders who often appear in news broadcasts, as well as second-in-command and team leaders in various countries.

If Ding Xiu rushed out with a sword like crazy, the consequences would be unimaginable, although he knew that he couldn't do that, and the old man didn't dare to gamble.

That's why Ding Xiu went out of the back door first and asked the staff to send the sword over.

This time, Ding Xiu will definitely not be able to enter, and there will be no potential safety hazards.

"What's so embarrassing, it's troublesome to Director Zhang, see you another day."

"No thanks, it was yours."

The old man's face stiffened, and he finally pulled his hand out of Ding Xiu's palm.

Fifteen minutes later, the back door to the street.

On a black business car, Ding Xiu's palm gently tapped his knee, and then took a slow sip of tea.

Zhao Liying, who was sitting in the front row, held her mobile phone in her hand, looking at the overwhelming news about Ding Xiu, and was so excited.

"Brother Xiu, you're too fierce tonight."

"Ahem!" Ding Xiu coughed: "Can you talk well?" ”

Zhao Liying's cheeks were slightly red: "It's you who are thinking about it, okay, what I'm talking about is that you are on fire tonight." ”

Ding Xiu shrugged: "When will I not be hot?" ”

"It's different, you're now on fire abroad."

"Oh."

Ding Xiu didn't have anything to be excited about, it was expected.

For such a big event as the Olympic Games, it is normal for him to be one of the performers of the opening ceremony and gain a wave of popularity.

For the sake of this wave of popularity, Qin Gang held a special meeting to vacate some brand positions that should be terminated, and waited for the new brand to come to the door.

It's just that Zhao Liying is not a senior executive of the company and does not participate in the management of the company, so she doesn't know.

Seeing that Ding Xiu was unmoved, Zhao Liying admired his calmness more and more: "Brother Xiu, I'll order what to eat that night." ”

"Call Donglaishun to open a private room, let's go back to the company after eating, and bring some to the overtime people."

"Okay, then I'll ask Sister Yang what she likes to eat."

During Zhao Liying's booking of the box, two men of 1.8 meters walked over, both wearing black suits and the same flat heads.

The one walking in front carried a long-handled umbrella on his back and held a sword box in his hand, and the one in the back held an umbrella in his hand, his eyes wandering around.

If you look closely, both of them have headphones on their ears.

Ding Xiu's car window glass was ajar, and when he saw the two people leaning over, he also looked over.

"Hello, is this Mr. Ding Xiu?"

"It's me."

"We'll send you something."

"Thank you." Ding Xiu opened the car door and took the sword box with both hands.

Then I saw that the back of Brother Pingtou's hands was dark and full of calluses, including the tiger's mouth.

His eyelids jumped, Ding Xiu suppressed his panicked heart, and his buttocks, which were originally sitting on the seat, also lifted.

As if to see his thoughts, Brother Pingtou said: "Don't worry, we are security personnel, we received the news that a staff member wants to bring out a sharp weapon to you, for safety reasons, this sword is escorted by us." ”

"I'll also give you a word of advice, and leave as soon as you get your things, and you can't linger and wander around any longer."

"Understood." Ding Xiu nodded and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

He is not afraid of people with calluses on the back of his hands, and he is afraid of people with calluses on his mouth.

After all, times have changed, and the gun is fast outside seven steps, and the gun is fast and accurate within seven steps.

Holding the sword box in his hand, Ding Xiu pushed it away with one hand to confirm that it was not the one he used, and in the box, a black long sword with a sheath lay quietly.

The scabbard is covered with gilded dragon patterns, wound from head to tail.

Several quaint old seal fonts are carved on it, and it is written that the eight directions come to congratulate.

The hilt of the sword is golden yellow, with a yellow tassel sword spike, and a gemstone the size of a red bean is inlaid on the sword grid, which looks noble and simple.

If you pull out the sword, the sword body will be the logo of Longquan and the name of the swordsmith.

It's just that before Ding Xiu could make this move, two cold eyes stared at him.

Ding Xiu looked up, it was a flat-headed brother.

The one standing in front of him was holding the black handle tightly, and the one in the back was slightly bent and his right hand was close to his waist.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just inspecting the goods." Ding Xiu smiled lightly: "I really want to make a move, at such a close distance, you two are not my opponents." ”

It's true that a gun is fast and accurate within seven steps, but what if it's within three steps?

It's not Ding Xiu bragging, at such a close distance, he still has a sword in his hand that sharpens iron like clay, and if he really fights, it will definitely not be him who dies.

However, the two buddies in front of him are not fuel-efficient lamps, and Ding Xiu can feel that since he took over the sword box, their eyes have never left his hands.

The two are mentally and physically tense, and they are also ready to fight at any time.

"Zheng!"

After gently unsheathing the sword and making sure that it was the one he used on the stage, Ding Xiu took it back.

"Thank you."

"No thanks, let's leave if you're sure."

Brother Pingtou is also a little afraid of Ding Xiu.

If it was to give the sword to ordinary people, there would be no need for them to come over, but Ding Xiu couldn't.

For ordinary people, kung fu may be something in film and television dramas, but for these people, they really believe that this thing can fight.

There are millions of people in the army, and there are many who can pass on martial arts, and many of them are enlisted in the army with art, and over time they leave kung fu in the army, and even some instructors are masters of martial arts.

After continuous research and study, taking its essence and removing its dross, a whole set of killing techniques came out.

The easiest moves, the fastest moves.

Because they understand, they know how powerful it is.

The identity information of the people who came to the venue tonight was already in the computer system, and through identification, all the dangerous ones were marked.

Ding Xiu's danger level is very high.

The level of danger here is not that he is a terrorist, but that he has dangerous strength.

What Ding Xiu didn't know was that when he was actually still in the venue, wherever he went, there were special people behind him to follow him wherever he went, including going to the toilet.

It's just that there are too many people backstage today, and the organizer said that he will arrange a few temporary assistants for him, so he didn't think about it.

"Drive."

Closing the car door, Ding Xiu said to the driver.

The car started and slowly left, until the taillights were out of sight, and the flat-headed brother turned around.

The moment he turned around, he exhaled.

The flat-headed brother in the back said: "Squad leader, don't you." ”

What he said was not to mean that Ding Xiu was a public figure and would not do anything that violated the law.

After all, he is not an artist who suddenly appeared, how many years has Ding Xiu debuted, and he has been filming for so many years, and his foundation is clear.

If it was really two or five boys, it would have been picked up a long time ago.

Zhang Yi reported Ding Xiu's name before, and the reason why he waited so many days to get results was that someone was investigating Ding Xiu's details during that time.

Needless to say, if something really happens, he won't stand on the stage.

"That's a lot of nonsense, carry out the order!"

"Yes!"

With his feet together, the flat head in the back looked serious and gave a military salute.

The two turned around and went back to the venue, and the flat-headed brother behind him asked curiously: "Squad leader, do you say that Ding Xiu's kung fu is really that powerful?" ”

The two of them are from the infield, the outermost security guard of the Bird's Nest is an ordinary policeman, offstage, around the stage, and the audience is called the outfield, and the security personnel are all experienced special police and criminal police.

The infield refers to the perimeter of the leader, as well as the security of the backstage.

They are from special forces.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if those world-class boxers go together, it may not be enough for them to fight backstage.

A shuttle goes down, and King Kong is not bad, and he will also beat you into a sieve alone.

No guys, just bare-handed fights, and they don't lose to professional fighters either.

The squad leader said in a deep voice: "That kid is really right, at that distance just now, we really don't have to be his opponents." ”

"And you still let him draw his sword?"

"I didn't let him pull it, I just asked him to check it, and this sword can't be unsheathed in front of me, I'll stop him before it is unsheathed."

While Ding Xiu was inspecting the sword, he quietly made a gesture to the warrior behind him to be ready for battle at any time.

Fortunately, Ding Xiu was interested, so he just pulled a small section and retracted it.

If there is a little more action, it will be very reproducible and judgmental.

At this time, inside the commercial vehicle.

Ding Xiu pulled out the sword completely and slowly tasted it with an appreciative gaze.

The body of the sword is exposed with cold light, and the lines are fine, so you don't need to try it to know that it is a sharp weapon.

"Ding!"

Flick lightly at the blade of the sword, making a crisp sound.

"Good sword."

"Where's the good?" Zhao Liying asked puzzled.

"The good thing is...... I told you that you don't understand. ”

Ding Xiu pursed his lips, put away his sword, and was too lazy to play the piano to the cow.

People who practice martial arts, when they see this kind of sword, no one doesn't like it.

It's like a girl who loves beauty sees Chanel lipstick, Gucci bags, LSP sees hips, 36D.

(End of chapter)