This actor wants to pay more

Chapter 336 From the Contest of World-Class Boxing Champions
"What can you do?"

It's really not that Qin Gang looked down on Ding Xiu. From the opening of the company to today, Ding Xiu has not held a meeting for a few days. He doesn't understand anything about finance, operation, and management.

I'm afraid they don't even recognize the company's artists.

Every time I come here, I am fishing at work, which is called feeling the working atmosphere.

"Yes, it's a big deal." Ding Xiu put down his cigar, and took out a thick stack of A4 papers from the briefcase he brought to Qin Gang: "This is a novel I wrote. It just finished. You asked the people in the company to help publish it. If you have time, find a few screenwriters to adapt the script."

His autobiography is not long, and after so many years of painstaking efforts, it is finally finished.

No, bring it to Qin Gang as soon as it is printed out.

The corner of Qin Gang's mouth twitched. He already knew that Ding Xiu was writing a novel. It wasn't a day or two. Most of the time when he came to the company, he closed the office door and sat in front of the computer to meditate.

He thought it was a joke, but he didn't care. It's not a bad thing to have a hobby. Writing novels is better than many hobbies.

No whoring, no gambling, no smoking, it can also pass the time, broaden the mind, and make a good habit.

What I didn't expect was that Ding Xiu actually took it and asked him to publish and adapt it.

Brother, don't you know what your level of writing is?

Ding Xiu, Wang Baoqiang, and Huang Bo, among the three, Huang Bo has the highest degree of education, a junior college, Ding Xiu's high school is second, and Wang Baoqiang does not have a primary school diploma.

The problem is how many years has Ding Xiu graduated from high school, and he has been out of the society for so many years, and I have not seen him review the past to learn the new. Qin Gang suspects that Ding Xiu will not be able to do the quadratic equation in one yuan in the entire junior high school.

Playing the pipa, going to wine, leaving the show, these things are good if you can remember the author's name.

Writing a novel, publishing it, and adapting it are actually not a big deal, and it's a breeze with the company's capabilities.

Mainly because Qin Gang was afraid of losing face,
If this is released, Ding Xiu will not be a joke in the future.

When it comes to publishing books, Wang Baoqiang has also published them before. He wrote about his own life experience, the first time he entered Shaolin, the first time he was in Beijing, the first time he lived on the set, etc. The writing skills are not good, but it is very interesting. Strong, fans love to watch it.

What about Ding Xiu?
Qin Gang glanced at the novel and suddenly felt a toothache. It was a martial arts novel.

It matches Ding Xiu's major.

"Brother Xiu, if you want to get addicted, let's publish dozens of copies in private, and the senior management of the company will have a copy."

"Get the fuck out of me." Ding Xiu gave him a white look: "He made a decision so easily without even looking at it, Lao Qin, are you drifting away or am I unable to lift the knife?"

Qin Gang smiled shyly: "I see, can't I see it?"

Flipping through the novel, Qin Gang said: "But to be honest, your word count is really small, probably 10,000+ words, but you should expand it a bit, and you will get several million words."

"The more words you have, the easier it is to sell money. Fans think it's a good deal if they buy it. We earn 30 yuan for a book, which is faster than releasing an album."

"Out of the first part and out of the second part, write about your experience in martial arts, actor's experience, dating experience, not to mention, it's a bit messy."

Qin Gang got more and more enthusiastic about talking, Ding Xiu had a lot of experience, no one could tell more stories than him, and he couldn't finish it in three days and three nights.

It's just right for writing novels.

A word expands into two sentences, two sentences expands into a story, and a story is a fucking novel.

"Brother Xiu, I'm not talking about you. Your writing still needs to be improved. Look here, a teapot cannot be called a teapot. You have to describe the characteristics of the teapot, such as an expensive purple clay pot full of history, and then describe it. The aroma of tea, the atmosphere of drinking tea, wouldn’t it be enough in a few thousand words?”

"The same goes for clothes. You can't call them one piece. You have to tell me about the specific color and style, otherwise people will say that you are uneducated."

Ding Xiu was speechless, isn't this just a word count?
What annoys him the most is the number of words in the novel. Some people have [-] words for a play, [-] are the psychological description of the people around them, and [-] are the introduction of moves and the psychological activities of the parties involved.

Only two hundred words are really fighting.

Just like some people play poker, in a total of one hour, five or ten minutes are spent on clothes, and in the remaining ten minutes, five minutes are spent smoking and two minutes are put on clothes.

"Stop beeping, watch it quickly, find someone to proofread and publish it, and I will make it into a movie later."

How could it be possible that the "masterpiece" that I wrote so hard was purely for making money? If it was really for making money, wouldn't it be nice for Ding Xiu to go pick up a few commercial performances to get money when he has this time?
He still wants to make these stories into movies to commemorate his former self.

I also want to use another way to keep the master and junior.

So he can't do what Qin Gang said.

"Ahem, wait a minute, I'll watch." Ding Xiu said seriously, and Qin Gang couldn't help but treat him informally. He sat upright and looked seriously.

More than [-] words are not long. Qin Gang himself is also an old bookworm. He used to read Jin Guliang Wenhuang's novels a lot, so he reads very fast.

Needless to say, the scale used to be large, especially Huang Yi's works, which are called a banza.

The Double Dragon of the Tang Dynasty, the rain and the clouds, looking for Qin Ji and so on.

When reading Ding Xiu's book, Qin Gang paid attention to it, wanting to see if there was any color.

He felt that a person with Ding Xiu's personality should not be able to slow down when writing novels.

The result was unexpected, there was no color at all, and the outlook on love was positive.

Qin Gang is relieved, thinking about it, most of the authors who drive and play sex are young, virgins without girlfriends and unmarried.

Just because I haven't experienced it before, I yearn for it, and my mind is full of beautiful imagination.

Those middle-aged authors who are in their 40s and [-]s and have a family and a career, who still write these.

They usually feel so much, they are so numb.

When I was young, what I was most afraid of was when my girlfriend came to relatives. When I was old, I wished to visit relatives every day, the kind of permanent residence and not leaving.

After more than an hour, Qin Gang put down the novel, took a sip of water from his teacup to moisten his throat, and said seriously:

"The novel is quite traditional, and the storyline is okay. If you put aside your celebrity aura, the sales may not be very good, but it is suitable for adaptation into a movie."

Qin Gang admitted that he underestimated Ding Xiu before.

I thought it was written for fun, but I didn't expect there to be something.

In Ding Xiu's works, the grievances and intrigues in the rivers and lakes are brought to life, as if he had personally experienced them.

Most importantly, he also combined the rivers and lakes with the imperial court, a conspiracy, and a treacherous story slowly unfolded.

The characterization is also very good, Ding Xiu, Shen Lian, Jin Yichuan, Ding Baiying, Zhao Jingzhong, each has flesh and blood.

Among them, in the description of Ding Xiu and Ding Baiying's martial arts, Qin Gang discovered that many of them were Ding Xiu's own kung fu, such as Bajiquan, Japanese swordsmanship, and Qijiadao.

This kind of short story is not suitable for posting on the Internet, and netizens don't like it, they still have to go through physical publishing.

But even if it is a physical book, if the author is not Ding Xiu, the sales will not be much better.

It's not that the writing is not good, but that it doesn't match the market.

Just look at the martial arts novels on the market. They are either short stories with tens of thousands of words in a tight rhythm like martial arts magazines, or novels with a lot of foreshadowing on the Internet, a bit longer, and a steady rhythm of several million words.

Ding Xiu's is only a little over [-] words, which is really a bit small.

Qin Gang asked himself, if he saw a novel with more than [-] characters, he would never click on it.

Leaning back on the sofa, Ding Xiu said indifferently: "I know this. I just want to publish it first and accumulate some popularity. It's an advertisement in advance to do some pre-publicity for the future film adaptation."

Qin Gang nodded: "That's fine. Novels are popular first and then adapted. With your influence, it's not a problem to sell 80 copies. It's considered a bestseller."

Ding Xiu has a lot of fans, and he is very popular with passers-by, so it is not a big problem to digest a million copies.

"When do you want to adapt it, let's say it first. It will definitely not work in the last one or two years. The tomb robbery notes you introduced last time are still stranded, and the ghost blowing the lamp last time is also the same. There are too many projects to be busy."

Before Ding Xiu introduced a Tomb Raider Notebook, the company weighed the pros and cons and bought the film and television copyright.

With the addition of the previous Ghost Blowing Lantern, Qin Chao Entertainment already holds the copyrights of two films.

Ding Xiu will come up with another martial arts book, so there will be three books.

If a novel is to be successfully adapted, it will cost a lot of manpower, material and financial resources. It takes a lot of time just to write the script, find a team, set up the scene, serve the moral, special effects, post-editing, dubbing and soundtrack, sales, and broadcasting , are all problems.

It is no exaggeration to say that one novel is enough to keep the company busy for a year.

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry, if you have time, you can get the script out, and when the conditions are ripe, I'll shoot again when I have enough time."

Ding Xiu's words made Qin Gang heave a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Ding Xiu would be so persistent that he insisted on filming right away.

"The next two to three years will be a period of rapid development. You are busy with work, so even if you want to shoot now, you won't be able to shoot. I'll ask someone to change the script first. Just in time, use these two years to slowly polish the script."

Ding Xiu nodded and said, "Add me after the project is established, and I want to participate together."

Qin Gang was surprised. He didn't expect Ding Xiu to be so serious and join in the creation for the first time. It seems that he attaches great importance to this novel.

"No problem, I'll take it easy with you here. Let me tell you about the name of the novel. I'm afraid I have to change it. Ding Xiu's Biography is not interesting and not attractive. If it's called Xiuchundao, forget it. Anyway, there are many Jinyiwei in it." s story."

"can."

Ding Xiu didn't care much about the name, he himself was a household with difficulty in naming.

"The author's name also needs to be changed. Bringing a knife on a rainy night is too ugly. If you don't know, you may think that it is about the Eighteen Prohibition, which belongs directly to your name."

"it is good."

Previously, Ding Xiu wanted to follow the path of online novels, so he got a pseudonym. Since it is going to be published in a physical form, it is better to use his real name.

"The content may also need to be revised. Yours is a bit bloody. I will ask someone to proofread and polish it. Do you have any objections?"

"You decide for yourself."

"Well, when the annual meeting is held at the end of the year, I will officially include Xiuchun Dao as a major project for the New Year. I will spend one to two years polishing the script, making it more persuasive, and selecting scenes and actors."

The corner of Ding Xiu's mouth twitched. If he was a newcomer, he would probably be overwhelmed by Lao Qin's words.

It takes one to two years to polish the script, how refined it is.

In fact, the company was temporarily unable to spare a hand to shoot, so it just made up an excuse.

But that's good too, he won't have time to shoot Xiuchundao next year, the schedule is too tight.

"Snapped!"

Ding Xiu patted his hands on his knees, got up and said, "Let's go, I'm going back, I have Olympic rehearsals later."

Qin Gang took out the car keys: "I'll have someone drive you."

He planned to ask the secretary to send Ding Xiu off, and let Ding Xiu test the shock absorption function of the new car, the feel of the steering wheel, and whether the brakes and shifting are good.

"No, I'll drive by myself." Ding Xiu didn't know Qin Gang's thoughts, raised the motorcycle key in his hand, turned and went out.

With nothing to do, he bought a motorcycle for transportation.

In Beiping, the rush hour is extremely congested, so motorcycles are still easy to use.

With his worth, the motorcycle he bought was naturally not cheap, costing more than [-] yuan, not to mention the performance, the appearance is very good-looking, the whole body is green, the body is smooth, and the horsepower is full.

At the entrance of the company before, the moment he got out of the car and took off his helmet to stroke his hair, many little fans had already secretly taken pictures.

It is quite similar to Andy Hua Tsai's demeanor in Ruoyouqing back then.

……

In the Bird's Nest, Ding Xiu came to the rehearsal, wearing casual sportswear and holding a sword in his backhand. He was handsome in the crowd, eye-catching, and stood out from the crowd.

Usually there are many people here, but today there are even more people, because some athletes come here to familiarize themselves with the venue, both at home and abroad.

Not from the sports circle, and Ding Xiu didn't know them, but some people knew him, smiled and waved to him.

In particular, there were a few domestic athletes who stared straight at him and never left, pointing at him from a distance and whispering to each other, not knowing what to say.

Within seconds, two men walked towards him.

"Hi, I'm Citizen Zhou, a boxer."

"Hello, I'm Zhang Lei, and I'm also a boxer."

One is tall and the other is short. The short one is Mr. Zhou, who is in his early 1.6 meters. He is indeed not tall, nor does he look heavy.

The taller one is Zhang Lei, who is 1.9 meters five by visual inspection.

Ding Xiu stretched out his hand, shook it lightly, and said with a smile, "Hi, I'm Ding Xiu, I'm filming."

Zhou Minmin and Zhang Lei smiled, as if they didn't expect Ding Xiu to say that.

Zhang Lei smiled and said, "Don't worry, I don't want to discuss with you, I just want to take a photo with you."

Ding Xiu has always been known as the best fighter in the entertainment industry, and he has a lot of records.

However, compared with their profession, it is still much worse, not at the same level.

Take Zhang Lei himself as an example. He usually fights in the super heavyweight class, and his opponents are all big guys who are over 1.9 meters tall and weigh more than 91 kilograms.

Since his debut, Zhang Lei has lost count of how many games he has played. He trains every day when he is not playing.

If he competes with Ding Xiu, he is really afraid of killing Ding Xiu.

When the two of them came over, there was really no other meaning when they introduced themselves, they just introduced themselves, but they didn't expect Ding Xiu to misunderstand and thought they were asking him to fight.

So Ding Xiu said that he is filming.

It means that I am an actor, if you want to fight, don't look for me.

It's not that he is afraid, people who walk through the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood are not afraid.

It's just that as I get older, I see a lot of things, and I'm not as sharp as when I was young.

Ding Xiu thought so, but others didn't think so. They laughed and chatted and took a group photo. Before they could say a few words, another burly man over 1.9 meters came over.

Is a foreigner.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, high nose bridge, thick bones, calloused hands, and a weight of more than [-] kilograms.

Looks like a super heavyweight boxer...

　Title of the book "The Leisurely Life of the Reborn Dad"

　　This is a relaxed daily story about returning to the countryside to farm and bring up a baby, tired of the internal friction in the metropolis
　　
　
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