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Chapter 315 Unlucky Big Honey
A few days after Qin Gang and Ding Xiu communicated, Ding Xiu received a call from Cai Yinong, the boss of Sugar Man Film and Television, asking him politely about his attitude towards Paladin III.

Ding Xiu didn't foolishly say that he must bring Yang Mi to act together, that would offend people, but he just said that he hoped that Boss Cai would give young people a chance.

Hearing what he said, Cai Yinong also understood, laughed and chatted for a while, and made an appointment to drink tea in Shanghai when he was free, and hang up.

Ding Xiu didn't know how Qin Gang talked about it, but he only found out from Yang Siwei on the eve of the Spring Festival that Yang Mi was set as the first girl, Liu Sisi from Sugar Man as the second girl, and Tang Yan who was entertaining all day long as the third girl.

On New Year's Eve, in the afternoon, Ding Xiu brought Zhao Liying, Wang Baoqiang brought his assistant Xiao Rong, and they all came to Wu Jing's house to celebrate the New Year.

Early in the morning, Wu Jing was waiting for everyone at the door.

"Two big brothers, please come inside, if you don't get drunk today, you won't go home."

"If you don't get drunk and don't return home, you are not afraid that your old man will beat you."

"Damn, he doesn't hit people during Chinese New Year, so he can drink whatever he wants this year."

With a big wave of his hand, Wu Jing said: "Girls go to help in the kitchen, let's have a chat."

As soon as Zhao Liying and Xiao Rong left, Wu Jing chuckled and said, "You two are hiding something, and the girls around you are not the same."

Hearing this, Wang Baoqiang took a step back in fright: "Brother Jing, don't talk nonsense. Is there anyone around me who is the same? Just this one. If you want to say what Brother Xiu said, I still agree, and you can count me in." Go in, isn't this framing a good person?"

Wu Jing nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, you are different from Ding Xiu, you are ugly, and finding a girlfriend is considered a high-spirited."

Wang Baoqiang: "..."

Why did you still attack personally while talking?

Is it his fault that he is ugly and short?

That is to say, he just doesn't want to look for it, otherwise with his fame and money, he could have a different girlfriend every day. Of course, the capital may have to spend a little more,

Unlike Ding Xiu, who has a good face, it is estimated that some girls don't want money, but they are willing to talk with him all night about life and ideals.

"Do you have bad eyesight? That's my assistant." Ding Xiu said to Wu Jing.

Wu Jing: "I understand, Bao Qiang is also an assistant, and Huang Bo's wife is also an assistant."

Artists nowadays like to talk about their assistants when they talk about their girlfriends. They can be together in a fair and honest way every day, and they spend a lot of time in contact, which can also be explained by being photographed by paparazzi.

Ding Xiu's face twitched: "The little girl didn't go home during the Chinese New Year, she was busy with work with me, so she came here to eat together."

"Understood, I understand, don't explain, come with me, and take you into the house for a visit."

Wu Jing led Ding Xiu and Wang Baoqiang to an old room, opened a large cabinet, and carefully took out a large object tightly wrapped in red cloth.

"Guess what?"

The object was fifty centimeters wide and more than one meter long, and Ding Xiu joked, "This is a coffin board?
"I'll go to your uncle." Wu was startled with a black face, and he didn't want to keep it up: "This is a plaque, which was passed down from the ancestors. It is a good thing."

Asking Baoqiang to hold the plaque, Wu Jing lifted the red cloth, and the plaque revealed his true face.

Because of the age, some corners have been rotted, and the paint surface has also fallen off. Only the two large characters on it can be seen from the engraved mark, Wu Kui.

"Hey, my ancestor was the champion of martial arts and the leader of the Imperial Forest Army. The plaque was bestowed by the emperor. Awesome."

"You are the only treasure of this shit." Ding Xiu pouted and said, "Brother, how many years have passed since the Qing Dynasty, and you are still the champion of martial arts. Are you as good as me?"

"Just tell me this, don't let our old man hear, or he will have to fight for you."

How many years have passed since the fall of the Qing Dynasty, and Wu Jing knows that taking out the things is purely to show off in front of Ding Xiu and Wang Baoqiang, to brag, and has no other meaning.

Ding Xiu's eyes lit up: "I heard that your family is a family of martial arts, and has learned martial arts for generations. The old man should be good at martial arts, right?"

"When I was young, I was good at fighting, but now I can't. Three highs, rheumatism, old cold legs, and a bridged heart. You can make gestures if you want, but remember to carry him to your family if something goes wrong."

"That's fine."

Hearing about so many illnesses, Ding Xiu was afraid that the old man would play tricks with Wu Jing to blackmail him.

Coming out of the old house, Wu Jing took Ding Xiu and Baoqiang to visit his arsenal, most of which were all kinds of knives and guns.

Picking up a spear, Wu Jing came to the yard and performed a performance for Ding Xiu.

He is a spear champion, he has practiced for many years, and once taught Ding Xiu, his skills are not so good, the spear is beautiful, and the spear is like a dragon, Wang Baoqiang can't stop clapping his hands.

"Brother Xiu, how are you?" Wu Jing raised Ding Xiu's chin and blew the bangs on his forehead.

"Gorgeous." This is the evaluation given by Ding Xiu, which is very pertinent.

In Wu Jing's hands, a set of Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix marksmanship is indeed gimmicky, and the whole set of movements is full of one word, handsome.

It's useless except for being handsome, isn't it gaudy.

Wu Jing threw away his long spear and flew towards Ding Xiu: "Then you come here who is not fancy."

Catching the spear with one hand, Ding Xiu drew a circle in the air, flicked the spear, the spear blossomed, and then danced in the middle of the yard.

In the same way, Ding Xiu's marksmanship was much more powerful than Wu Jing's, and the sound of gunshots piercing through the air and exploding could be heard from far away.

If you look carefully, the footprints on the ground are different from Wu Jing's. Wu Jing's footprints are scattered everywhere, and Ding Xiu's footprints are in that small area, and he has never gone beyond it.

At the end, looking at the wall of the courtyard, Ding Xiu dragged the spear with one hand, retracted and stretched, and the ground was ground with long marks from the spear head.

Immediately, he turned around, his body turned his head, his legs matched his waist, his waist matched his arms, like a big dragon turning over, and he handed the spear back.

"Snapped!"

The putty powder on the wall was punctured, exposing the green bricks inside, which cracked.

Ding Xiu retracted his gun, and a hole the size of a thumb was drilled into the green brick.

This is the carbine.

Unexpectedly, attacking the unprepared, the force penetrates the whole body, and can stab people right through when caught off guard.

"Wonderful!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Under the eaves, the old man of Wu Jing's family clapped his hands and applauded, his old face smiling like a chrysanthemum.

"Dad, why did you come out?"

"The room is too stuffy, come out and have a look." Ignoring Wu Jing, the old man said to Ding Xiu: "I heard Wu Jing tell you about you a long time ago, saying that your martial arts are very good, but I didn't expect it to be so good."

"With your marksmanship just now, you won't be able to get away with a spear champion outside."

The old man's vision is a bit sharper than Wu Jing's, and he can see that Ding Xiu's marksmanship is different. It is very fierce and has a killing spirit. If it is a life-to-life fight, it can kill people.

And... the old man squinted his eyes and looked at the punctured blue bricks.

Up to half a finger deep.

If this stabbed someone, it would definitely be the opposite.

Every time I entered and exited, the blood flowed continuously, and I had to bleed several catties of blood when I was sent to the hospital. If I was unlucky, I got stuck in my spleen, and I couldn't wait to be sent to the hospital.

"Champions are all false names." Ding Xiu retracted his gun and smiled slightly.

Still make money to make people feel at ease.

"Young people can see clearly." After the old man sighed, he glanced at his son again, and immediately became resentful.

Back then, Wu Jing was very competitive, and devoted himself to the martial arts team, playing competitions every day. In the end, he got injured all over his body and went to film TV dramas.

In my 30s, I realized what I wanted.

"Dad, he's so thorough, he just doesn't like that little bonus." Wu Jing's words broke Ding Xiu's mind.

Others don't know, he doesn't know, Ding Xiu is not indifferent to fame and fortune, there are a few people in the entertainment circle who are indifferent to fame and fortune, this is a vanity fair.

It's just that watching martial arts competitions doesn't make money, so Ding Xiu doesn't want to do it.

If a game is 100 million, this guy can set up a tent next to the arena and live there every day.

"Brother Jing, you don't understand me now." Ding Xiu said with a stern face: "Learning martial arts is mainly about strengthening your body, inheriting the things of your ancestors, carrying forward traditional culture, fighting and killing, and being competitive. .”

The old man pointed at Ding Xiu tremblingly, and said to Wu Jing: "Look at him, learn more if you have nothing to do."

If Wu Jing understood this truth, he wouldn't be as virtuous as he is today.

Wu Jing said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, learn martial arts to strengthen your body, inherit the culture, and carry it forward, that's fine."

Ding Xiu also fooled his old man and put it outside, so no one would believe his nonsense.

Physical fitness?Who was chasing people with a watermelon knife when we were in Beijing Film Studio?

inherit culture?It was indeed passed down, foreign Sanda boxing champions were beaten and hospitalized by him.

Fighting and killing is inferior?During the battle on Hong Kong Island, an unknown number of people from the Eight Great Sects were sent to the hospital.

"Let's not talk about this, let's go into the house and talk, the weather is very cold." Ding Xiu threw the spear to Wu Jing, breathed in his hands, and strode into the house.

With the help of Zhao Liying, Xiao Rong, and Xie Nan, the food has already been served.

Only then did Ding Xiu notice that the room was quite lively, apart from Wu Jing's parents, Xie Nan's parents were also there.

There are many old people, and Ding Xiu's speech is much more restrained.

Wu Jing originally wanted to bring a box of Moutai, but after being glared at by the old man, he changed to two bottles.

Dare to drink like this in front of his father-in-law and mother-in-law, thanks to Wu Jing, he is not ashamed to do it.

The old man didn't know, but Wu Jing had already lost this face once. When he had dinner with Xie Nan's parents for the first time, he forced his father-in-law and mother-in-law down, and the son-in-law forced himself to become brothers.

"I'll replace wine with tea." Wang Baoqiang covered the wine glass and begged for mercy, "I'm going to the Spring Festival Gala later, so I can't drink it."

Wu Jing slapped his head: "Why did I forget about this, then you eat something to fill your stomach, Brother Xiu and I will wait for you to come back and drink."

"Okay, that's fine." Wang Baoqiang grinned.

"The young man is still going to the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Amazing! Can we see you on TV later?"

"It should be fine if there are no accidents."

"Then let's take a photo together."

"Okay, uncle and aunt please."

Even though Wang Baoqiang was beaten to death, the most likable person here was not Ding Xiu or Wu Jing, but him.

Several old people took turns to ask him to take pictures, and asked him about his past, and he was unambiguous when talking about farm work in the countryside.

Simple and honest, honest and diligent, this is the label of Baoqiang.

After satisfying the old man's wish, Wang Baoqiang didn't stay long, he was in a hurry to go to the Spring Festival Gala, so he just left his girlfriend here for dinner.

In the evening, Ding Xiu and the others finished their meal and sat in front of the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

It didn't take long to see Wang Baoqiang's program, there are two in total, one is a cross talk drama, the bus concerto, and the other is a solo song, a song for migrant workers.

One person is in charge of two programs. I have to say that this year's Baoqiang is really popular.

Of course, if we want to talk about sketches, we have to look at Uncle Benshan. He brought the torchbearer this year, and he is still his partner Song Dandan. The theme is very close to this year's Olympics.

The most popular singer is Jay Chou, who sings blue and white porcelain.

……

In the evening, when Wang Baoqiang came back, Wu Jing brought out the food reserved for him from the kitchen, and everyone laughed and chatted while drinking.

At twelve o'clock, the sky full of fireworks illuminates the city of Beiping, and the excitement of the New Year seems to dispel the chill of winter a lot.

The next day, Ding Xiu was woken up by people paying New Year's greetings. The phone calls came one after another, and so were the people who came to the door, with big and small bags.

Jia Ling was the first to come to the door. Long time no see, she has gained weight again.

After being ridiculed by Ding Xiu, she said with a smile: "Being fat means that the food is good and you are doing well. I recently opened a small theater with my friend. It's not far away. Brother Xiu has time to sit."

"Okay, you can open theaters now." Ding Xiu was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Jia Ling really has a talent for cross talk.

Jia Ling smiled shyly: "It's mainly because of friends to save face, I'm just a technology stock."

"Okay, you are turning a corner and boasting about yourself."

"No way."

Seeing that the living room was a bit messy, Jia Ling was not polite, she rolled up her sleeves and started working, chatting with Ding Xiu from time to time, and when guests came, she would make tea for them, just like the little assistant back then.

In the evening, seeing that no one came, Ding Xiu picked out a few gifts from others and took them away. It was time for him to pay New Year's greetings.

There are many big bosses in Peiping, you can't see them when you look down.

Those who have cooperated have to come to express.

When passing by Zhang Dabeard's house, the couple were arguing, and he didn't dare to stay longer.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Yang Siwei and Yang Mi came to the door with gifts.

"Where did you two get into trouble?" Ding Xiu didn't even wash his hair, and received the two of them wearing a coat.

Putting down the things, Yang Siwei smiled and said, "Aren't we allowed to come and see you during Chinese New Year?"

Yang Mi followed with a smile and said, "I've wanted to come for a long time, but Brother Xiu, you are busy with work and have never had a chance."

Cross-legged on the sofa, Ding Xiu took a sip from his teacup, "Okay, you two just talk about things."

When Yang Siwei came over, he understood that it was a bit abnormal to bring Yang Mi here.

Because he has nothing to do with Yang Mi, friends are not counted, at most they are colleagues, or the relationship between employees and the boss.

How could it be such a coincidence that the two came here together.

"Ahem, there is indeed something wrong." Yang Siwei rubbed his hands together, and said, "Isn't Immortal Sword III finalized, Honey Girl One."

"I know that, then what?"

"Then she happened to be filming the new Dream of Red Mansions, and no one would be released there."

"and then?"

"Mimi, give brother Xiu some water." Yang Siwei ordered Yang Mi, and then said: "I want to invite you to the Dream of Red Mansions, intercede with director Li Shaohong, and borrow Mimi, so that she can use the fairy sword three made a bid."

"Brother Xiu, be careful of scalding." Yang Mi put the teacup in front of Ding Xiu and said cautiously.

Ding Xiu laughed: "It means that there are heroines who can't play now? Then the Red Chamber will not be played."

"If you're unlucky, it's hard to push over there." Yang Siwei said speechlessly, "With her like this, can she offend Li Shaohong?"

(End of this chapter)