"I come, I witness!"

"I come, I witness!"

"I come, I witness!"

After Ding Xiu sent out the first Weibo, in just a few minutes, many fans in the comment area repeated this sentence, which soon passed thousands of floors and caused a large number of retweets.

"So many people?"

Ding Xiu just refreshed it, he didn't expect so many fan comments, which is much more exciting than when he was blogging.

Yang Siwei explained: "Although Weibo is a new position, it is not completely new, it is completely inherited from the number of fans on the blog's side. ”

Pointing to the screen, Yang Siwei said: "Look, he not only has an artist's personal page, but also a public area and topics, and here is a function called hot search, which means that today's most popular search volume or topic volume and page view." ”

"So far, we are the twelfth and eleventh in the hot search on Weibo, and if nothing else, we will be able to enter the top three."

"I asked the people from the Propaganda Department to cooperate in applying for a few of your peripheral Weibo work accounts, Xiao Zhou, how are you doing?"

Yang Siwei looked at the man wearing a plaid shirt behind Ding Xiu, a little fat, and wearing a peaked cap.

It was Zhou Haopeng, the head of the Propaganda Department.

I think back then, he was also a young man, and later he was entertained by the Qin Dynasty, and with his keen sense of smell of the market and the title party, he became the person in charge of the Propaganda Department step by step.

Today, he is also a talent with an annual salary of one million, and just bought a house in Peking last month.

It's just that making money is making money, and the health of the body is also a little behind, long-term irregular diet, obesity, staying up late to lose hair, and wearing a hat because the top of the head is bald.

But it's all worth it.

No matter how many people want to exchange their hair for wages, they don't have this opportunity.

What's wrong with less hair, it doesn't affect his one-handed BMW, and it doesn't affect his conscience to touch his sister.

"I have kept up, and I currently have six accounts, which are Brother Xiu's fan support club and Brother Xiu's daily ...... In addition, I also got dozens of trumpets by the way, and I am ready to slowly raise the number and cultivate a professional team, so that I can give priority to public opinion in the future. ”

Zhou Haopeng also saw the shining point of Weibo.

Their propaganda department is for artists, mainly to help Ding Xiu, usually responsible for cooperating with publicity, public relations, rhythm and so on.

The job requires that their account have a large fan base in order to be able to function.

In recent years, the Internet has risen, and the Internet is the mainstream, and whoever controls the fans will master the high ground of public opinion.

But relying on personal strength, it is too difficult to operate an account, and one or two accounts are not enough.

Relying on the company's energy, it is quite simple to raise an account, and use the accounts of Ding Xiu and other artists to interact and comment frequently, or it will attract a large number of fans.

The amount of the number is too large, which can cause qualitative changes.

Even if an account only has 108,000 followers, dozens of accounts are a lot of force.

In this regard, Zhou Haopeng called this kind of number a marketing account.

"Dozens of them are enough." Yang Siwei said with a solemn face: "If you want to get more, just get a few hundred." ”

Zhou Haopeng smiled bitterly: "Sister Yang, what you said is easy, it is very difficult to raise one, you need to write articles, post content, and advertise every day, and one person's energy is generally taken care of two or three numbers, and there are not so many people in our Propaganda Department." ”

"According to your requirements, all colleagues in the company have one."

"Harm, it's simple, according to the previous model, go outside to outsource, see who has more fans, contact them, collect under their command, open a fixed salary every month, and if you don't want to, form a cooperative relationship with them, and help publish the press in the future, comment ......"

In the case of public opinion warfare, Yang Siwei played more slippery than Zhou Haopeng, and it was the first thing to say.

Wiping the saliva on his face, Ding Xiu said helplessly to Yang Siwei: "Can you two find a quiet place to discuss, my ears are numb." ”

"I'm sorry Brother Xiu."

Yang Siwei smiled stupidly, turned her head and motioned for Zhou Haopeng to go with her.

After the two left, Ding Xiu continued to browse the web, this kung fu, he followed several artists, all of whom were more familiar, such as Fan Binbin, Huang Xiaoming, Liu Yifei, Yang Mi and others.

Playing and playing, he also went to comment under other people's Weibo, which naturally caused a group of fans to watch, looking for him to send private messages, and talking to him, one after another.

In less than two minutes, the private message is 99+.

Take a look at the hot search, the second.

Without chatting any further, Ding Xiu hurriedly got off the computer.

His account is usually a work account, and in addition to the labels on his personal homepage, which are certified as actors, singers, martial artists, etc., he also leaves contact information.

That's the mailbox and the team phone behind it.

In the future, if others want to talk to him about business cooperation, they can find someone directly by email, or just call.

The computer was not turned off, and Ding Xiu put on his coat and prepared to get off work.

Zhang Wei followed by his side and said, "Brother Xiu, there is news about the founder of Killing Boxing that you asked me to inquire about before. ”

Ding Xiu stopped, his eyes lit up: "Where is it?" ”

In order to wait for this master, he waited for a long time.

The master is lonely, who can understand his hardship, that is, Zhang Wei has practiced these days, otherwise kung fu will really fall.

But fighting with Zhang Wei is not enjoyable, and now in order to allow him to support him for a while longer, Ding Xiu uses a sanda style of play, or sometimes boxing.

It's just that you don't use your legs, and you rely entirely on your fists.

In this project, Ding Xiu feels that the main training is flexible positioning.

But no matter how he plays, he still has a distance from Zhang Wei, the two are not the same rank, and the fight is not enjoyable.

Of course, if you go to find this founder now, even if you find it, I'm afraid you will be seventy or eighty, and you won't be able to fight for a long time.

Ding Xiu didn't want to fight the other party.

The main thing is to see if such a powerful person has a mantle heir who can pass two tricks.

"Coincidentally, it's also in Beiping, in a small courtyard in the east of the city, if you want to see him, I suggest that it is best to make an appointment with someone to see if they are willing to meet."

Ding Xiu nodded: "Then I'll go, I'll ask him if he would like to see him." ”

"Brother Xiu, you go in person, it's not appropriate."

Zhang Wei didn't expect Ding Xiu to mean this.

This old man is not ordinary, he has been a leader's guard, and Ding Xiu's star halo is really useless to others.

provoked the old man, and whether Ding Xiu's star journey could be kept is two words.

"Don't worry, I know the measure, let's go!"

Putting on his coat, Ding Xiu left in high spirits.

As soon as he walked on the front foot, Qin Gang came out of the office with a stack of materials in his hand, grabbed an employee passing by and said, "Where is Brother Xiu?" ”

"Just left."

"Damn, haven't you read the script?"

"Forget it, let's talk about it when he has time."

Back in the office, Qin Gang put the script in the filing cabinet.

This is the script of the embroidered spring knife, the project started at the beginning of this year, and most of the year has passed, and the script has been polished, and the first draft has come out.

The big framework is set, and even if you want to change it later, you will only change some lines and sentences.

He wanted to show Ding Xiu, if he could, he would be able to start it next year.

It's the same thing to call Ding Xiu over today, but I didn't expect that as soon as the script came out, the person was gone.

……

In the east of the city, Ding Xiu got out of the car and came to the door of an old alley with a bag of apples in his hand.

This alley is narrower and dilapidated than the place he and Wang Baoqiang rented back then.

"Are you sure it's here?"

"That's it, that's right." Zhang Wei glanced at the Hutong number and said firmly: "The older generation of people are more frugal, and it is normal to live in this kind of place. ”

They don't want to cause trouble to the country, and many of the older generation of veterans don't want anything, and when they go home from the war, they should farm and do farm work.

Medals, heroic deeds, rarely listen to their boasting.

If some people are not occasionally discovered, the people in the village do not know that they have served as soldiers.

"Let's go, let's go in and have a look."

Carrying the fruit, Ding Xiu's brand-new leather shoes stepped into the alley, and soon, he came to the door of a house.

The empty left hand knocked on the door, knocked three times, stopped, and immediately shouted, "Is anyone home?" ”

After a few seconds, seeing that no one answered, he continued to knock.

After going back and forth several times, there was finally the sound of footsteps in the yard.

"Who?"

The voice is old and strong, loud, full of energy, and you know that you are a person in good health when you hear it.

After approaching, the door was not opened, and the old man asked through the door.

Ding Xiu said: "Bajiquan, Qi family knife Ding Xiu, came to visit Li seniors." ”

The sound fell, and the door opened.

The one who showed his head was an old man with silver-white hair and a weathered face, his body was a little thin, and his cheeks were a little haggard, but his waist was straight and he was not hunched at all.

The upper body is a white vest and a blue short-sleeved shirt, the lower body has large pants, and a pair of old Beiping cloth shoes on the feet.

No matter how low-key you look, you don't have the frame and temperament of a martial arts master at all.

"You are Ding Xiu?" The old man looked Ding Xiu up and down carefully, and said slowly: "Very good, very good." ”

Then he glanced at Zhang Wei again: "You're not bad, you're in the army, right?" ”

He was familiar with the smell on Zhang Wei's body, and he could feel it with his eyes.

"Yes, just discharged from the army, the old squad leader is good." Zhang Wei stood up and saluted a military salute.

"No need for this, come in."

With his hands behind his back, Li Lao walked in front, followed by Ding Xiu and Zhang Wei.

The yard is not big, about 20 square meters, there is a large water tank in the middle, and there are flowers and plants around it.

Ding Xiu noticed that there were dense footprints around the water tank, which was a practice pile.

Walking into the house, Li Lao made tea for the two, and then said to Ding Xiu: "I know you, I have seen your play on TV, and the martial arts are very good." ”

"Thank you." Ding Xiu nodded and smiled slightly.

"It's just that the acting skills are not very good, and it's a little jerky."

Ding Xiu's smile froze, he is not to blame for this, everything the actor plays is determined by the director, and he acts completely according to the director's requirements.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

Zhang Wei looked at Ding Xiu, and Ding Xiu said in a deep voice: "The killing fist was created by the seniors, and the younger generations had to meet each other before, and they were very yearning. ”

"You want to learn?" Old Li leaned back and said with a smile.

He has seen a lot of young people like this.

Over the years, there are not one or two people who have come to the door, they all want to apprentice, and he has refused a lot.

"No, I've learned." Ding Xiu said: "I came here this time to ...... with my seniors."

"How many tricks?" Without waiting for Ding Xiu, Li Lao coughed and rolled his eyes: "You are a young man in your twenties who beat me a seventy or eighty-year-old man, are you embarrassed?" ”

He is so old, where is he still Ding Xiu's opponent.

Not in the rivers and lakes does not mean that he does not pay attention to the rivers and lakes, he still knows Ding Xiu's name, and the Olympic boxing champion is not enough for him to fight.

Even if he was at his peak, he was enough to choke on Ding Xiu, not to mention that he would have a lumbar disc, lumbar spine, cervical spine, old cold legs, and three highs.

If Ding Xiu dared to make a move, he would immediately lie on the ground and choose a car.

Anyway, Ding Xiu, a big star, is not short of money.

Ding Xiu: "......"

This old man, if he speaks so fast, he can't be slow.

"No, I just want to ask, is there a inheritance of this set of boxing methods from my predecessors?"

Li Lao was stunned: "Inheritance? It's been passed on, there are a lot of them in the army. ”

Ding Xiu: "I'm not talking about this inheritance, I'm referring to the sect inheritance. ”

Li Lao shook his head: "I don't have a sect inheritance." ”

Ding Xiu couldn't believe it: "Impossible, aren't you the Eight Extremes, in the Killing Fist, you have obtained the essence of the Eight Extremes, and it is difficult to imagine that you can practice to this realm without a master." ”

Ding Xiu was shocked.

You can practice to this level without a teacher, and the talent is really a bit scary.

Those who are not studying martial arts may not have a feeling, just like people who have not gone to school can be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University by reading books in their own libraries.

"I didn't create the killing fist alone." Li Lao probably heard what Ding Xiu meant, and explained with a frown: "This kung fu was originally researched and founded by more than thirty masters, and I was just one of them, plus I was one of the people in charge of that project, and then I didn't know how to pass it on, so I became the founder." ”

"I want to create this kind of kung fu, but I also have to have that ability, it's true that I practice Baji, but my best thing is marksmanship."

"Within fifty meters, there are no missed shots."

"You said that you have won the essence of Bajiquan in Killing Boxing, it was not me, it was made by one of the martial arts seniors of more than 30 masters, and I only followed him for a few days."

Ding Xiu was stunned, and Zhang Wei was also confused, but he didn't expect it to be an oolong for a long time.

More than 30 masters have created a martial art together, no wonder it is so powerful.

But Ding Xiu is even more powerful, one person can perfect a move, thinking of this, Zhang Wei gasped.

"Old squad leader, who were those back then?"

As soon as his eyelids closed, Li Lao said: "It's okay to tell you, anyway, everyone has gone seventy-seven-eighty-eight, Cangzhou's horsepower, Sichuanshu's Li Shuhuan, Yungui's Thunder Dragon Army, and three people from Wudang Mountain, who are masters and apprentices, respectively, ......"

After coming to this world, Ding Xiu looked at the history of the rivers and lakes in modern times, the Republic of China, and the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Many of the names that came out of Li Lao's mouth were well-known figures and well-known masters.

Although the rest of them are not well-known, there is no one who can mix in the army and pass on martial arts masters.

read it until the end, Li Lao said his name, Li Mancang, a very common name, but if you look at the history of Cangzhou's martial arts, you will know that this name has suppressed the Cangzhou martial arts world for more than ten years.

"." After listening, Zhang Wei looked at Ding Xiu in shock: "Brother Xiu, they only created eight moves with thirty-two talents, and you alone created one move, doesn't it mean that you are one top four?" ”

"It's different, I'm thinking from the shoulders of my predecessors, which is very different from their zero-based creation at that time......

"Wait!" Li Lao was dumbfounded: "One top four? Isn't there a total of eight moves to kill the punch, and when did it come out again? ”

Zhang Wei explained straightforwardly: "Old Li, that's the case, Brother Xiu himself added another move on the basis of the eight moves, called Kang Long has regrets, this move is combined with the previous moves, it is simply seamless, and it invisibly increases the lethality and self-protection ability......"

The old Hong Kong writer listens to the new book of the cicada in the night rain

(End of chapter)