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Chapter 339 Gift of Sword, Gaze from Special Forces
"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

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

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

"Director Zhang, why did you come here in person? I was still thinking about going to find you."

"It's okay, I just happened to pass by, you kid is doing well, you're in great shape, and you haven't made any mistakes."

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

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

Lang Lang's piano and Ding Xiu's martial arts are what worry the old man the most.

Although the former is a piano master with rich performance experience and has played on all occasions, 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 strict requirements or mandatory training for the little girl during the rehearsal.

This caused the little girl to either pick her nose or touch her mouth while playing the piano after she came on stage.

The old man in the main control room almost passed out at that time, he was worried that the little girl would run off the stage.

Fortunately, the girl was fairly well-behaved, her butt never left the chair, and she finished playing the song well-behaved.

However, according to what Lang Lang said after he stepped down, he was not in a much better mood than the old man at the time, that is, he did not bring Suxiao Jiuxin Pill with him, otherwise it would be half a bottle high or low.

During the performance, the little girl actually told him that the weather was a bit hot and she wanted to go down to drink water. .

The Olympic Games, broadcast live globally, Lang Lang almost died of fright. After so many years in the industry, it was the first time he played the piano with trembling hands. He begged with a voice that only two people could hear: "Be patient, you will be fine soon. Uncle will buy you candy soon, okay?"

Under his continuous coaxing and deception, the little girl finally stayed.

After playing the piano, Lang Lang's back was covered in cold sweat, and he was frightened.

Lang Lang got through without any danger, and fortunately there was no problem with Ding Xiu, otherwise the old man would really hang himself here.

In the final analysis, the style is different. The gap between the group and the individual is too great. Regardless of the large number of people in the group, it is difficult to control, but the advantages are also obvious, that is, the mistakes of individual people cannot be seen in the whole.

Individuals are different. There are billions of pairs of eyes staring at you all over the world, and you can see clearly even if your eyelids tremble, not to mention mistakes.

"I'm leaving right now, I want to say hello to you." Ding Xiu said while holding the old man's hand.

The opening ceremony was over, and the old man was in a better mood, jokingly said: "Just to say hello, don't you treat dinner?"

"That's only if you have time. I know you're busy today, please ask for another day."

"It's almost there."

Although the opening ceremony is over, there are still some things that need to be cleaned up by the old man. After chatting with Ding Xiu for a few words, he is about to leave.

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

"It's good." The old man was a little taken aback, not knowing what Ding Xiu was talking about.

Ding Xiu smiled and said: "Actually, the sword is the main thing. This eight-faced Han sword is sharp, majestic, and well-made."

Turning his head, Ding Xiu said to Zhao Liying: "By the way, Xiao Zhao, where is my sword? Take it out, and I will show it to Director Zhang alone."

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

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

There are so many big leaders on the scene, how can you run around with a sharp weapon, let alone Ding Xiu, a martial arts master, who will be blamed if something goes wrong?

Ding Xiu looked straight at Zhang Yimou: "Director Zhang, where is my sword?"

The corner of Zhang Yimou's mouth twitched, and he talked emotionally for a long time. Ding Xiu was asking for a sword. He remembered that he had indeed promised Ding Xiu before that he would give him the Eight-faced Han Sword afterwards.

The left and right are just a sword, of course the old man will not renege on his debt.

Even if this sword is produced by a master, it is not worth much in terms of value.

After today, it is more of a symbolic value.

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

The value of this sword is bound by the Olympic Games and Ding Xiu, and it can be regarded as Ding Xiu's fate, if you give it, you will give it.

"The sword is still yours. I have something to do. Can I send it to you later?"

"I don't have the nerve to bother Director Zhang with such a small matter. Give it to me now, and I'll just take it home. Or tell me where it is, and I'll get it myself."

No way, even he doesn't believe it?
The old man didn't expect Ding Xiu to be "true" to this extent.

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

There is no default, the old man agreed.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't think about reneging on debts. It's just a sword. It's a trivial matter. What if it was used in the Olympic opening ceremony? In his opinion, its value is limited.

But it's impossible for Ding Xiu to take him out just like that.

Behind the stage at this meeting are leaders who often appear in news broadcasts, as well as second-in-commands and team leaders from various countries.

If Ding Xiu rushed out with a sword like crazy, the consequences would be disastrous. Even though he knew that he couldn't do that, the old man didn't dare to bet.

That's why Ding Xiu was asked to go out the back door first, and let the staff send the sword over.

After going out, Ding Xiu will definitely not be able to get in, so there is no potential safety hazard.

"How embarrassing, please trouble Director Zhang, see you another day."

"You're welcome, it's yours."

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

After 15 minutes, back door street.

In a black business car, Ding Xiu tapped his knee lightly with his palm, and then took a sip of tea slowly.

Sitting in the front row, Zhao Liying held a mobile phone in her hand, watching the overwhelming news about Ding Xiu, very excited.

"Brother Xiu, you are too fierce tonight."

"Ahem!" Ding Xiu coughed, "Can you speak well?"

Zhao Liying's cheeks were slightly red: "It's your random thinking, I'm talking about you being popular tonight."

Ding Xiu shrugged: "When will I not be popular?"

"It's different, you've gone abroad now."

"Oh."

Ding Xiu had nothing 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 to gain a wave of enthusiasm.

For the sake of this wave of enthusiasm, Qin Gang held a special meeting to vacate the positions of some brands that should be terminated, and waited for new brands 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 company's management, so she doesn't know.

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

"Call Donglaishun to open a box. Let's go back to the company after eating and bring some to those who work overtime."

"Alright, let me ask Sister Yang what she likes to eat."

While Zhao Liying was booking a box, two 1.8-meter men came over, both in black suits and with the same crew cut.

The one walking in front was carrying a long-handled umbrella and holding a sword case in his hand, while the one behind was holding an umbrella in his hand, and kept looking around.

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

Ding Xiu's car window was half open, and when he saw the two approaching, 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 case with both hands.

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

Eyelids twitched, Ding Xiu suppressed his flustered heart, and his buttocks that were originally sitting on the seat also lifted up.

Seeming to see what he was thinking, Brother Pingtou said: "Don't worry, we are security personnel. After receiving the news, a staff member will bring out a sharp weapon for you. For safety reasons, we will escort this sword."

"In addition, let me inform you that I will leave immediately after taking the things, and I can no longer stay and wander around."

"Understood." Ding Xiu nodded and heaved a sigh of relief.

He is not afraid of people with calluses on the back of their hands, but he is afraid of people with calluses on their tiger's mouth.

After all, the times have changed, the gun is fast at 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 whether it was the one he used. In the box, a black long sword with a sheath lay quietly.

On the scabbard is a gold-plated dragon pattern, winding from head to tail.

Several quaint old seal scripts are engraved on it, which says congratulations from all directions.

The hilt is golden yellow, with a yellow fringed tassel, and a red bean-sized gemstone is embedded in the sword grid, which looks noble and simple.

If the sword is pulled out, the body of the sword will be Longquan's logo and the name of the swordsmith.

But before Ding Xiu could make this action, two icy eyes stared at him firmly.

Ding Xiu looked up, it was Brother Pingtou.

The one standing in front is holding the black umbrella handle tightly, and the one behind is slightly bent, with his right hand sticking to his waist.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just inspecting the goods." Ding Xiu said with a light smile, "I really want to make a move. You two are no match for me at such a close distance."

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

It's not that Ding Xiu is bragging. At such a close distance, he still has a sword that cuts iron like mud in his hand. If he really fights, he must not be the one who dies.

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

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

"Zheng!"

Gently unsheathing a small part of the sword, after confirming that it was the one he used on the stage, Ding Xiu took it back.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, let's go when you're sure."

Brother Pingtou was also a little afraid of Ding Xiu.

If it is to give the sword to ordinary people, there is no need for the two of them to come here, but Ding Xiu can't.

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

There are millions of people in the army, and there are more and more people who can pass on martial arts. Many of them enlist in the army with their skills, and they leave their kung fu in the army over time. Some instructors are even masters of martial arts.

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

The simplest action, the fastest ultimate move.

This is because they understand, so they know the power of it.

The identity information of the people who came to the venue tonight has long been in the computer system, and through identification, all dangerous people are marked.

Ding Xiu's danger level is very high.

The dangerous level here is not to say that he is a terrorist, but that he has dangerous strengths.

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

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

"drive."

After closing the car door, Ding Xiu said to the driver.

The car started and drove away slowly. Brother Pingtou didn't turn around until the tail lights were no longer visible.

The moment he turned around, he exhaled.

The flat-headed brother behind said: "Squad leader, it's not possible."

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

After all, he is not an artist who just popped up out of nowhere. Ding Xiu has been making his debut for so many years, and he has been filming for so many years, so he has a clear background.

If he really was a twenty-five boy, he would have been picked out a long time ago.

Before Zhang Yimou reported Ding Xiu's name, the reason why he waited so many days to get results was because someone was checking Ding Xiu's details during that time.

As a result, needless to say, if something happened, he would not stand on the stage.

"So much nonsense, execute the order!"

"Yes!"

With his feet together, the crew-haired man behind him gave a military salute with a serious expression.

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

They are from the infield. The security guards outside the Bird's Nest are ordinary policemen. The audience seats are called the outfield. The security personnel are all experienced special police and criminal police.

The infield refers to the leadership surrounding, as well as the backstage security.

They are from special forces.

It is not an exaggeration to say that even if those world-class boxers fight together, it may not be enough for the group of people in the backstage to fight.

With one shuttle down, King Kong is not bad and will beat you into a sieve even by himself.

They don't need guys, just fight with bare hands, and they don't lose to professional boxers.

The squad leader said in a deep voice: "That kid is really right. With the distance just now, we really may not be his opponents."

"Then you still let him draw the sword?"

"I didn't let him pull it out, just let him check it, and it's impossible for this sword to be unsheathed in front of me. I will stop him before it is unsheathed."

While Ding Xiu was checking his sword, he quietly signaled to the warrior behind him that he was ready for battle at any time.

Fortunately, Ding Xiu was sensible, so he just pulled away a little and then retracted.

As long as there is a little extra movement, it will be very easy to copy, and it will be very judgmental.

At this time, in the commercial vehicle.

Ding Xiu pulled out the sword completely, and slowly tasted it with admiring eyes.

There was a cold light on the blade of the sword, and the lines were fine, so you could tell it was a sharp weapon without trying it.

"Ding!"

Lightly flicked against the sword body, making a crisp sound.

"Good sword."

"What's so good about it?" Zhao Liying asked puzzled.

"Fortunately...you don't understand even if I tell you."

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, no one doesn't like this kind of sword.

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

(End of this chapter)