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

He still just wants to be an actor and film, but Ding Xiu is already thinking about being capital.

Is Ding Xiu capital?

Apparently.

Qin Dynasty 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 an exaggeration to say that it is a predator, but it still has a little influence in the industry, and in general, the strength is good.

In terms of the comprehensive strength of actors, Ding Xiu is relatively top-notch.

The actor can do this step with him, which is very powerful, but Ding Xiu is still not satisfied, and now he has to share dividends during filming.

As soon as this opening is opened, even if Ding Xiu does not rely on the entertainment of the Qin Dynasty in the future, he will be capital in itself, and he will directly copy Cheng Long's old path and make money.

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

"Brother Xiu, you can talk about it."

Wang Baoqiang was surprised, he didn't expect that he could really talk about it.

"Director Chen, happy cooperation." Ding Xiu got up and shook hands with Chen Desheng: "I believe this is just the beginning, and we will have a lot of opportunities for cooperation in the future." ”

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

The directors in the Hong Kong circle are now fragrant, these directors have strength, reputation, and talent, but now they are just Longyou Shoal.

All they lack is a ticket to internal entertainment.

Ding Xiu is willing to provide this ticket, and everyone will get rich together.

Open up the line of the Hong Kong circle, and in the future, each drama will be divided into the box office, and everyone will cooperate for a win-win situation.

At the same time, they also need partners in the mainland, and if they are too strong, they will not dare to cooperate, and they will only be swallowed up to the scum and reduced to wage earners.

Ding Xiu is the most suitable, not strong, not weak, everyone earns and talks.

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

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

20 million salary, plus 5% box office share.

The share sounds like a lot, a box office of 100 million will have a box office of 5 million, and if it is 100 million, it will be 50 million, which is equivalent to picking it up for nothing.

However, everyone knows that a billion box office is hard to find.

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

In fact, the money Ding Xiu got in the end was about the same as his market salary.

But how much his salary is, except for the filmmaker, outsiders don't know.

Outsiders only know that Ding Xiu is now filming in addition to getting paid, but also getting dividends, and next time he comes to him to film, he will either follow Ding Xiu's rules and give him dividends.

If you don't give dividends, you have to give more in terms of salary.

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

……

In March, the courtyard house.

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

said that it was a fight, but in fact, it was a one-sided crushing, and the two of them used grabbing, and it seemed that the number of roads was the same.

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

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

"Ahh

Wang Baoqiang's hand was caught, Ding Xiu's five claws grabbed from his arm all the way to his arm, and wherever he passed, Wang Baoqiang felt as if his hand was broken.

This was not over, Ding Xiu's big hand was like measuring clothes, and walked down his ribs until the third rib stopped.

Pull hard.

"Ahh

"Stop, stop!!"

Wang Baoqiang's tears were about to come out, and he felt that his ribs were about to be deducted by Ding Xiu in the next second.

Ding Xiu withdrew his hand and said disdainfully: "Didn't you say that you wanted to train with me, how long has it been?" ”

Wang Baoqiang shrugged his arm, covered his ribs and said in pain: "I was looking for you to train, but I didn't let you really me." ”

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

In the play, he has to challenge a number of martial arts masters, first punch and then leg, and the weapon is five in one.

He knows both fist and leg techniques, and he also knows a little bit of weapons, but grappling is a weakness.

So I came to Ding Xiu for further study.

There is no way, what Shaolin Temple taught in those years was all flowers, boxing and leg methods were all healthy, and swordsmanship was also similar in nature.

Grappling is different, and it is almost impossible to learn in the market.

Because this thing is of practical significance, very few people know it, and few people who can do it come out to teach people.

Thinking about it, Ding Xiu will be a martial arts textbook.

Ding Xiu acted as if he hadn't heard Wang Baoqiang's words, and said to himself: "Do you know why Feng Yuxiu wants to challenge the masters of various sects in the order of first punch and then leg grab?" ”

Wang Baoqiang barely thought about it, and blurted out: "Because the more you go to the back, the more powerful it is." ”

He had studied the script and was very familiar with it.

"Not exactly." Ding Xiu explained: "Boxing is more flexible than the legs, it is easier to get started, the legs are more lethal than the fists, and the distance of the fight is far, so it is necessary to train the legs." ”

As he spoke, Ding Xiu swung two punches into the air, then raised his leg and kicked horizontally, easily passing in front of Wang Baoqiang's eyebrows, hanging a breeze.

Legs are more lethal, and that's not something he's talking about.

A normal person will know if the power of a punch is great, or the force of a fierce kick is great, and it is obvious that you can feel it.

And one inch long, one inch strong, distance advantage, before the fist touches the person, the leg has already kicked you in the head.

When you meet a real master, you can kick people in the ribs with one kick, and you can break people's bones.

kicked to the thigh, and the thigh immediately lost its combat effectiveness and was bruised.

Kick to the knee, I'm sorry, it's not good to count your fate, and I'm going to be on crutches for the rest of my life.

Kicked to the calf, luck is okay, at most fractured.

"The requirements for grappling are higher, and the grappling is not only with fingers and five claws, but also with a lot of boxing, legs, and body skills."

"If you are punched or kicked, you may only be injured, but if you are caught, you will not die or be disabled."

"The grappling is all aimed at the joints, and you can easily pinch it off, and the more ferocious the play, the more difficult it is to learn."

Wang Baoqiang was numb when he heard this, and looked down at the place where Ding Xiu had scratched, his wrists were red, his elbows were red, and there were a few scratches.

The shoulder was a little painful, and it was pressed by Ding Xiu's thumb before.

The ribs are the worst, and the deep breaths are crispy and numb.

If it weren't for Ding Xiu's mercy, his wrist would have been broken, and so would his elbow.

Not surprisingly, the shoulders had to be removed, and the ribs had to be dug up.

With his hands behind his back, Ding Xiu said: "Weapons are an extension of hands and feet to make up for the lack of lethality. ”

"The moon stick knife is a gun for a lifetime, but anyone who uses weapons in the fight is aimed at killing."

After living for two lifetimes, Ding Xiu rarely saw a weapon used in a fight.

Modern society is okay, the previous generation, fighting and seeing iron, it was all for the sake of killing people.

Some masters, holding a simple knife, can cut and kill more than a dozen people, and they are not afraid in the face of more than 30 unarmed ordinary people.

As for those who practice guns, that's awesome.

This thing is an immediate weapon.

With a big gun and a fierce horse, a dozen or so people dared to rush and kill a team of hundreds of people.

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

That's what he's most curious about.

The script was not written by him, there are some things on it that he doesn't understand, and he hasn't joined the group yet, and he doesn't have time to ask the screenwriter.

There are some things that he probably doesn't understand because the screenwriter doesn't understand, they were copied on the Internet, or which martial arts book he saw.

Ding Xiu sighed: "The five-in-one family is not a thing, it is a strength." ”

"Jin?" Wang Baoqiang was confused: "Can you explain it plainly, I can't imagine it?" ”

For the role, he is extremely serious and is bound to understand.

Ding Xiu didn't speak, just took a horse step, took a deep breath, took a step back, put his hands in front of him, and compared a starting style of Bajiquan.

In the next second, two steps out.

Ding Xiu was like a tiger descending from the mountain, facing him, Wang Baoqiang's heart was full of alarm bells, and he was inexplicably afraid.

Instinctively it's like running, but the steps are disobedient, the speed is too fast, and the body can't keep up with the consciousness at all.

In the next second, Ding Xiu's fist was in front of him, constantly enlarged, and stopped two inches away from his eyes.

The strong fist wind blew on his face, Wang Baoqiang's back was full of cold sweat, and he felt that he was almost dying.

There is an intuition that Ding Xiu's punch can blow his head out.

"That's what it is." Ding Xiu exhaled and put away his fist.

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

It's a nice feeling and it's very comfortable.

In scientific terms, it was that moment, and the adrenal glands soared.

When Hades comes, he has to fight to the death.

It's a pity that there are not many opponents who can make him hard, and he can't meet one in a few years.

This is also the reason why he likes the role of Xiahou Wu, a master who is lonely.

There is a body of martial arts that cannot be performed, but it is only performed once, and it kills someone, and it goes to prison.

"Gollum!"

Wang Baoqiang swallowed saliva.

I don't know why, the martial arts genes in my body began to stir again.

He remembered the years when he was young and asked Ding Xiu to learn martial arts.

That's when he longed for this kind of kung fu.

More than ten years have passed, there have been too many good days, and that kind of enthusiasm has slowly subsided, and today I was awakened by Ding Xiu's punch.

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

"Feng Yuxiu is a shackled martial arts idiot, and he can't perform his kung fu, but he broke the shackles, challenged the masters of various major sects, and went on a killing spree, even if he died, he was also happy."

Ding Xiu shook his head: "Learning martial arts is not only self-cultivation, but also mental cultivation, you can't control yourself, no matter how high your kung fu is, it's just inferior." ”

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

In his opinion, Feng Yuxiu's state of mind is still almost meaningful.

In modern parlance, it's crazy.

(End of chapter)