This actor wants to pay more

Chapter 372 Killing Fist, Li Mancang

"I come, I witness!"

"I come, I witness!"

"I come, I witness!"

After Ding Xiu posted the first Weibo, in just a few minutes, many fans in the comment area repeated this sentence, and it quickly passed thousands of floors, causing a lot of forwarding.

"so many people?"

Ding Xiu just refreshed it. He didn't expect so many fans to comment. This is much more exciting than when he was blogging.

Yang Siwei explained: "Although Weibo is a new field, it is not completely new. It has completely inherited the fan base of the blog."

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

"So far, we are No.12 most searched on Weibo. It's [-]th. If there is no accident, we will be in the top three in a while."

"I asked the people from the Propaganda Department to cooperate to apply for a few Weibo work accounts around you, Xiao Zhou, how are you doing?"

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

It was Zhou Haopeng, the person in charge of the Propaganda Department.

Back then, he was also a green young man, and later he was Zhaoan by Qin Chao Entertainment, relying on his keen sense of the market and his ability to engage in trolls and demagogues, he became the head of the Propaganda Department step by step.

Now, he is also a talent with an annual salary of one million. He just bought a house in Beiping last month.

It’s just that making money is making money, and my health has also fallen a bit. I have been eating irregularly for a long time, I am obese, I stay up late and lose my hair. I wear a hat because the top of my 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 the lack of hair? It doesn't affect him driving a BMW with one hand, and it doesn't affect his conscience when touching girls.

"I've caught up with it. I have created six accounts so far, namely Brother Xiu's fan support club and Brother Xiu's daily life... Besides, I also got dozens of small accounts by the way, and I plan to grow them slowly. Cultivate a professional team so that we can give priority to grasping public opinion in the future.”

Zhou Haopeng also saw the bright spot of Weibo.

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

Due to work requirements, their accounts must have a large fan base in order to continue to operate.

It used to be the era of newspapers, where newspapers controlled the direction of public opinion. With the rise of the Internet in recent years, the Internet is the mainstream. Whoever controls the fans will control the high ground of public opinion.

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

Relying on the energy of the company, maintaining an account is quite simple. Using the accounts of Ding Xiu and other artists to frequently interact and comment, if not more, can attract a large number of fans.

Too many numbers can cause qualitative changes.

Even if one account only has [-] or [-] fans, dozens of accounts are still a big force.

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

"Dozens are not enough." Yang Siwei said solemnly, "If you want to make more, you can make a few hundred."

Zhou Haopeng smiled wryly: "Sister Yang, it's easy for you to say, but it's hard to raise one. You need to write articles, post content, and advertise every day. One person's energy usually takes care of two or three accounts. Our Propaganda Department doesn't have So many people."

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

"Ham, it's simple. According to the previous model, go outside to outsource it. When you see who has a lot of fans, you will contact them and take them under your command. You will be paid a fixed salary every month. If you don't want to, form a cooperative relationship with them and help publish articles in the future." ,Comment……"

Yang Siwei is more slick than Zhou Haopeng when it comes to the battle of public opinion, and he speaks clearly.

Wiping the saliva off 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 resentfully, and turned her head to signal Zhou Haopeng to follow her.

After the two left, Ding Xiu continued to browse the web. During this time, he followed a few artists who were familiar, such as Fan Binbin, Huang Xiaoming, Liu Yifei, Yang Mi and others.

While playing around, he also went to comment on other people's Weibo. This action naturally attracted a group of fans to watch, and those who asked him private messages and chatted with him, one after another.

In less than 2 minutes, private message 99+.

After a hot search, it's the second.

Without further chatting, Ding Xiu quickly got off the computer.

His account is usually a work account. In addition to being certified as an actor, singer, martial artist and other labels on his personal homepage, there are also contact information.

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

In the future, if other people want to talk to him about business cooperation, they can find someone directly by email or by phone.

The computer was not turned off, Ding Xiu put on his coat and got ready to leave work.

Zhang Wei followed beside him and said, "Brother Xiu, there is news about the founder of Killing Fist that you asked me to inquire about earlier."

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

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

A master is lonely, who can understand his difficulties, that is, Zhang Wei is practicing these days, otherwise his kung fu will really fall.

But fighting with Zhang Wei is not enough. Now, in order to make him support for a longer period of time, Ding Xiu uses Sanda, or sometimes boxing.

Just don't use your legs, just fight with your fists.

In this project, Ding Xiu thinks that the main training is to move around flexibly.

But no matter how he played, there was still a distance between him and Zhang Wei, the two were not in the same rank, and he didn't enjoy playing.

Of course, if I go to find the founder now, even if I find him, I am afraid he will be in his seventies and eighties, and he will not be able to fight a long time ago.

Ding Xiu didn't want to fight with the opponent either.

The main thing is to see if such a powerful person can pass the 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 you better make an appointment first to see if he is willing to meet."

Ding Xiu nodded: "Then I'll go, I'll ask him if he wants to meet."

"Brother Xiu, it's not right for you to go in person."

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

This old man is not ordinary, he used to be the leader's security guard, Ding Xiu's star aura really doesn't work with him.

The old man was offended, and it was hard to say whether Ding Xiu's stardom could be kept.

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

Putting on his coat, Ding Xiu left excitedly.

As soon as he left, Qin Gang came out of the office with a stack of documents in his hand, grabbed a passing employee and said, "Where's Brother Xiu?"

"Just left."

"Fuck, haven't you read the script yet?"

"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 Xiu Chundao's script. The project started at the beginning of this year. Over the past half a year, I have been polishing the script, and the first draft has already come out.

The general framework is set, and even if it needs to be changed later, it will only change some lines and sentences.

He wanted to show Ding Xiu that if possible, it could be started next year.

Calling Ding Xiu over today is also the same thing. I didn't expect him to disappear as soon as the script came out.

……

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

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

"Are you sure it's here?"

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

I don't want to cause trouble for the country. Many of the older generation who have retired from the army don't want anything. After returning home from the war, they should plant the land and do farm work.

Medals, heroic deeds, rarely heard them boast.

If some people were not discovered by accident, no one in the village would know that they had been soldiers.

"Come on, go in and have a look."

Carrying the fruit, Ding Xiu stepped into the alley with brand new leather shoes, and soon came to a door.

He knocked on the door with his empty left hand, stopped after knocking three times, and immediately shouted: "Is anyone home?"

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

After going back and forth several times, footsteps were finally heard in the yard.

"Who?"

The voice is old and strong, resonant, full of energy, and one can tell that he is in good health.

After approaching, the old man asked through the door without opening the door.

Ding Xiu said: "Bajiquan, Ding Xiu of the Qi family sword, come to pay a visit to Senior Li."

The sound fell, and the door opened.

The one who exposed his head was an old man with silver-white hair and a weathered face. His figure was a bit thin and his cheeks were a bit haggard, but his waist was straight and his back was not hunched at all.

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

No matter how you look at it, it is so low-key, without the airs and temperament of a martial arts master.

"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 are not bad, are you in the army?"

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

"Yes, just discharged from the army, hello old squad leader." Zhang Wei stood at attention and gave a military salute.

"No need for this, come in."

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

The yard is not big, about [-] square meters, with a large water tank in the middle, surrounded by flowers and plants.

Ding Xiu noticed that there were densely packed footprints around the water tank, which were practiced walking piles.

After entering the room, Mr. Li made tea for the two of them, and then said to Ding Xiu: "I know you, I have seen your drama on TV, and the martial arts are very good."

"Thank you." Ding Xiu nodded and smiled.

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

Ding Xiu's smile froze. It's not his fault. The director decides what actors should play, and he acted exactly according to the director's requirements.

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

Zhang Wei looked at Ding Xiu, Ding Xiu said in a deep voice: "The Killing Fist was created by the seniors, and the juniors saw it by chance before, and I am very yearning for it."

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

He has seen many young people like this.

Over the years, not one or two people have come to the door, they all want to be apprentices, and he has rejected many.

"No, I've already learned it." Ding Xiu said, "I'm here this time because I want to be with senior..."

"How many tricks?" Without waiting for Ding Xiu, Mr. Li coughed and rolled his eyes: "A young man in his 20s hit me, an old man in his 80s and [-]s, do you have the nerve?"

At his age, he is still Ding Xiu's opponent.

Not being in the arena doesn't mean he doesn't pay attention to the arena. He still knows Ding Xiu's name, and the Olympic champion is not enough for him to fight.

Even if he was at his peak, he would be tough on Ding Xiu, not to mention the lumbar disc, lumbar spine, cervical spine, old cold legs, and three heights.

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 slow down.

"No, I just want to ask, is there any inheritance for this boxing technique of the senior?"

Mr. Li was stunned: "Inherited? Passed on, there are many in the army."

Ding Xiu: "I'm not talking about this inheritance, but about the sect's inheritance."

Mr. Li shook his head: "I don't have any sect inheritance."

Ding Xiu couldn't believe it: "Impossible, aren't you Baji? In Killing Fist, you have acquired the essence of Baji. It is hard to imagine that you can practice to this level without a teacher."

Ding Xiu was shocked.

It is a bit scary to be able to practice to this level without a master.

Those who don't learn martial arts may not feel it. It's like a person who has never been to school can be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University by reading books in the library.

"The Killing Fist was not created by me alone." Mr. Li probably heard what Ding Xiu meant, and explained with a frown: "This Kungfu was originally researched and created by more than 30 masters, and I was just one of them. In addition, I was one of the people in charge of that project, and I didn’t know how to pass it on later, so I became the founder.”

"I really want to create this kind of kung fu, but I also have to have that ability. I'm good at Baji, but my best thing is marksmanship."

"Within 50 meters, there are no missed shots."

"You said that the essence of Bajiquan is deep in the killing boxing. That's not me. It was done by one of the more than 30 masters in the martial arts. I just followed him for a few days back then."

Ding Xiu was confused, and Zhang Wei was also confused. He didn't expect that after a long time, it would be an oolong.

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

But Ding Xiu is better, he can perfect a move by himself, thinking of this, Zhang Wei gasped.

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

Eyelids closed, Li Laodao: "It's okay to tell you, anyway, people have left in a hurry, Li Shuhuan from Cangzhou, Li Shuhuan from Sichuan, Thunder Dragon Army from Yunnan and Guizhou, and three people came down from Wudang Mountain. They are masters and apprentices. They are..."

After coming to this world, Ding Xiu frequently read the history of Jianghu in the modern times, the Republic of China, and the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Many of the names that Mr. Li read out were well-known figures and masters back then.

Although the rest are not well-known, there is not a single master of martial arts who can mix in the army who is not good.

Read to the end, Li Lao said his name, Li Mancang, a very common name, but if you read the history of martial arts in Cangzhou, you will know that this name has suppressed the martial arts circle in Cangzhou for more than ten years.

"Fuck." After hearing this, Zhang Wei looked at Ding Xiu in shock: "Brother Xiu, 32 of them created eight moves, and you created one move by yourself. Doesn't it mean that you alone are worth four?"

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

"Wait!" Mr. Li was dumbfounded: "One is worth four? Isn't the killing punch a total of eight moves? When will there be more?"

Zhang Weikou explained straightforwardly: "Mr. Li, it's like this. Brother Xiu himself added another move on the basis of the eight moves, called Kanglong Youhui. This move cooperates with the previous moves. It is seamless and invisible. Added lethality and self-protection ability..."

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