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Chapter 391 Xu Haofeng Comes Again

His tongue was numb, and Ding Xiu didn't even taste the quality of the tea, so he put the cup on the table, unwilling to drink any more.

However, he found that Qin Gang's tea set was pretty good.

"You teapot, there is something."

Ding Xiu picked up the teapot and looked at it carefully, and poured himself a cup. The water column line was beautiful, and the function of shutting off the water was also good. He touched the spout of the teapot lightly, but no drop came out.

The four gentlemen of flowers are carved on the belly of the teapot.

The inscription is Ming Jiajing.

"That's right, the real antiques cost more than 80 yuan." Qin Gang said proudly, "Her husband sold me Huang Shengyi."

Ding Xiu was stunned for a moment before he remembered who Huang Shengyi's husband was.

Huang Shengyi is currently single.

But her relatives and friends, as well as some people in the circle, know that she is already married. She got married two years ago when she was filming Tianxian Duo, and her husband is Dong Yong.

His real name is Yang, and his name is Yang Zai. He is an outsider who runs a company and has a lot of money.

Huang Shengyi used to be an artist of Xingye Company, but later he refused to let him quit, and the two filed a lawsuit. The person standing behind Huang Shengyi at that time was Yang Zai.

With the help of Yang Zai, Huang Shengyi successfully broke away from the identity of a wage earner, and then frantically filmed the leading female role.

She was able to win the title of Four Little Stars, it can be said that Yang Zai contributed a lot.

In addition to film and television investment, Yang Zai usually engages in antiques. It is said that he has a lot of research in this area, but he has no achievements and often suffers from being cheated.

His degree of love is comparable to that of Li Yapeng who likes to engage in real estate development.

In private, someone named the two of them Crouching Dragon and Phoenix.

Whoever buys their stuff is a fool.

"You still know Yang Zai?" Ding Xiu didn't expect Qin Gang to have contact there: "Didn't he sell you tens of millions of dzi beads?"

Qin Gang chuckled: "The entertainment circle is just that big, and the circle gets smaller as you go up. Our company has a lot of business, so it's inevitable that I can't afford Tianzhu or something, but you can."

"To be honest, I don't know anything about this teapot. Fortunately, I don't know where it is. I just bought it to save face."

Pointing to the secretary's room next door, Qin Gang said, "Speaking of which, I'm not afraid of your jokes. When I'm alone, I usually drink Coke directly from the refrigerator."

Ding Xiu looked at the teapot in front of him, it was indeed real, not fake.

He may not be able to recognize objects from other eras, after all, he is not a professional in this business, but he still has a say in objects from the Ming Dynasty.

This teapot was completely ruined for Qin Gang.

"Old Qin, it's not that I'm talking about you. People, you should be more honest. It's useless to deal with these empty heads. Your culture is a little lower, but in this society, as long as you have money, no one can curry favor with you."

"There's no need to use these things to put on face, no need."

"A few of the current big bosses in the market are educated, but who dares to underestimate them."

"To be honest, seeing that you are wearing suits and ties every day, famous brand watches, and even playing with antiques, I am a little strange to you. The old Qin I know is not like this."

When Ding Xiu said this, Qin Gang was a little ashamed. He has indeed been a little drifting these past few years. As he got in touch with more big shots, he loved to pack himself more.

Turning around to look at the books in the room, how many have you read?
Rich, but not happy.

Thinking about the days when I was the head of the group at Beijing Film Studio, although life was not as good as it is now, it was really happy.

When work is over, drink and play cards with a group of actors, go to the foot massage shop and press [-], how nice.

"Oh, I can't help myself." Qin Gang sighed heavily.

"If you can't control your mind, how can you control your body." Ding Xiu silently put away Qin Gang's teapot: "I will keep the teapot for you for a while, lest you be confused by foreign objects and lose your heart."

"Brother Xiu, thank you."

"You're welcome, I'll go first if there's nothing else to do."

"It's nothing, it's just that Xu Haofeng made a script and asked you to play the leading role."

Xu Haofeng?
Ding Xiu remembered that he had refused once before and asked Lao Xu to modify the script before giving it to him. So much time has passed, and the time is about the same.

"I do not have time."

Qin Gang nodded: "That's what I told him too, he asked you to call him back when you are free."

"Okay, I see, I'll deal with it later."

Ding Xiu is used to his own phone being disconnected from time to time.

He doesn't rely much on his mobile phone. If other people have something to do, they can go to the company or the agent. If they have anything to do, they can go to him.

In the mobile phone, there are hundreds of contacts alone.

Some of these people are directors, some are well-known entertainers, some are producers, and some are bosses.

If you have nothing to do, you can talk to him to brag, and you can chat for more than half an hour, how can you have so much time.

Taking the teapot with him, Ding Xiu left Qin Gang's office. Outside, Zhang Wei, who was on guard, approached. Today he made an appointment to fight with Ding Xiu.

Ding Xiu threw the teapot to him: "Put it away for me, I'll take it back later."

"Take it easy and handle it with care. Antiques cost hundreds of thousands."

Zhang Wei: "..."

Fuck, why did you throw it to me so casually.

Carefully holding the teapot, Zhang Wei said: "The company's first batch of bodyguards have been trained, and you will take four out later, and they are usually responsible for serving tea and pouring water."

Ding Xiu sneered: "Do you think my strength still needs bodyguards?"

Zhang Wei worried: "When manpower is limited, don't take it seriously. It's always right to be careful. You should remember what happened last time in the United States."

"These bodyguards may not be able to beat you, but to buy you time and remind you, it is always better than you fighting alone."

He had just retired for less than a year, and his army was special, so he couldn't leave the country.

Otherwise, he could go out with Ding Xiu.

But there is no way, he can only stay in the country, but if it is only in the country, it is indeed a bit overkill for him to follow Ding Xiu, so he arranges a few bodyguards for Ding Xiu.

These people are not just serving tea and pouring water.

With Qin Gang's approval, the salaries of Ding Xiu's bodyguards are a bit higher than others, and they can help block knives and bullets in case of trouble.

If the person is gone, the company will be responsible for the funeral affairs of the family, the elderly and children.

Ding Xiu is very skilled. With his strength, even if someone points a gun at him, if someone can help him for a few seconds, he can definitely fight back.

So bodyguards are essential.

People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Ding Xiu is famous for his martial arts. There are quite a few people who want to challenge him. Maybe someone will come up to the stage and stab him with a knife.

After being silent for a few seconds, Ding Xiu thought for a while and said, "Okay, but four are a bit ostentatious, and those who don't know think it's the president's trip. Two, two are enough."

He does need bodyguards.

But not to protect yourself, but to be your own eyes.

When attending an event or party, when people come and go, there will be many people passing by in front of me and behind me. I have eyes in front of me, but I can’t see behind me.

You can’t just look back when you hear footsteps, are you tired?

At this time, if there is someone to help watch, it will be much easier for me.

"OK, just two, I'll send you their numbers later."

The matter of the bodyguards was settled, Zhang Wei took Ding Xiu to the place where he usually trains the bodyguards, and the two punched in the ring.

Both sides wore headgear and boxing gloves.

Zhang Wei did it to protect himself, and Ding Xiu did it to reassure Zhang Wei.

"Brother Xiu, be careful. I haven't been idle for the past few months. I have learned the true story of Mr. Li. Even he said that I have started with Baji."

Ding Xiu narrowed his eyes, and he got started in less than half a year, quite quickly.

"Okay, let me see how your results are."

As soon as the words fell, the fierce wind of fists blew towards the face. Ding Xiu dodged backwards, and before he could stand still, he swung his fists again.

After getting close, Zhang Wei began to attack with an uppercut.

Although it is a modern fighting style, the style of fighting is Bajiquan.

As Mr. Li said, it is indeed an introduction.

The current Zhang Wei and the Zhang Wei that Ding Xiu met for the first time in the martial arts competition, the combat power is more than 01:30 points higher, almost doubled.

Originally, Ding Xiu wanted to give it a few minutes to try Zhang Wei's depth and bottom line, but after only five or six moves, he had to make a move and couldn't let it go.

Then, the storm's fist fell towards Zhang Wei.

Fists, elbows, knees, whips, and many more, making the arena thud-bang-bang.

Like a boat swaying in the sea, Zhang Wei defended with difficulty, and attacked after he caught the gap, but was beaten back after a few hits.

Three minutes later, Zhang Wei, who was sweating profusely, sat on the ring with his back leaning against the sideposts, panting and asked, "How hard are you using now?"

If he wasn't wearing protective gear and Ding Xiu was wearing gloves, he would have to go to the hospital today and lie down for three to five days.

Ding Xiu took off his gloves and said, "Six to seven points, you have made good progress. If you come back next time, I hope you can give me my full strength."

To be able to fight with him for so long, Zhang Wei is very powerful.

In modern society, it is not easy to find a master.

For those who practice martial arts, being number one in the world is a punishment.

Zhang Wei shook his head slowly: "I know my limit, I can't fight you with all my strength, I may not be able to do it in this life, but the two bodyguards arranged for you can play with you when you are bored .”

"I tried, but with my bare hands, I can't beat the two of them together."

Knowing that Ding Xiu is good at boxing, these two bodyguards are both from boxing background. They have fought in actual combat. They are professional level. They can beat them one-on-one by themselves, but not in one-on-two. They can't beat them by themselves.

It is true that I am a special soldier, but there are also different types of special forces. Melee combat is not a strong point. It is mainly for spying behind enemy lines, lurking under makeup, cross-country obstacles, skydiving, fighting criminals and so on.

What I usually practice the most is guns.

After retiring, boxing was the one he practiced the most. Even with the guidance of Ding Xiu and Mr. Li, he would not be able to fight two former professional boxers with his bare hands.

In fighting, the combat power of the enemy is not as simple as [-]+[-] as the number of people increases.

It is not an exaggeration to say that with each additional person, the fighting power increases several times.

The most obvious thing is that people come up to you with two punches, or hold you, and swing up with the remaining fist.

They are all normal people with flesh and blood, how many punches can you withstand?

Ding Xiu's eyes lit up: "This is more or less the same."

Seeing his eyes, Zhang Wei said worriedly: "Brother Xiu, don't break them, there will be no one to protect you later."

"Don't worry, no."

As for the bodyguard, in fact, one person can also do it.

"By the way, there is one more thing, Brother Xiu, your address should be changed." Zhang Wei got up and said seriously: "I don't know which media has leaked your home address. Recently, there are not many people hanging around your home."

"My suggestion is to live in another place. The community is good. Although the property security can't help much, it can at least prevent some outsiders from entering."

It's too easy to look up an artist's address, as long as you have the heart, you can always find it.

You don't even need to check, Ding Xiu goes out every day, the neighbors in the neighborhood have seen him, some people say it on the Internet, and someone with a heart comes along the network cable.

As a bodyguard, the difficulty for Zhang Wei is that these people can't tell which ones have ulterior motives and which ones are fans.

It would be nice if they were gangsters, they could arrest them and send them to the police station at any time.

The tricky thing is that most of them are fans. They come to take pictures, ask for autographs and so on.

What can you do about this?

Even if there is no threat, the door of my house has become an online check-in point. Every day when I go out, there are a bunch of people. I can't live without any privacy.

When encountering individual radicals, they will climb over the wall and enter.

Ding Xiu sighed: "I already have the house, I will move in two days."

Indeed, in the past few days after he came back, he found that there were a lot of people in front of his house, much more than before.

Privacy is a big issue.

Fortunately, Qin Gang sold him a lot of houses. There are several houses in Beiping, all of which are located in good locations.

After a while, the limelight passed, and no one came back to live here.

He has lived in the courtyard for several years, and he is really reluctant to leave him.

Zhang Wei heaved a sigh of relief, he was afraid that Ding Xiu would be stubborn and unwilling to move, so it would be best if he listened to it, it was also for his safety.

……

In the evening, Ding Xiu invited Xu Haofeng to dinner.

The two met for a drink, Xu Haofeng said sourly: "It's not easy to see brother Xiu now, I can't get through on the phone, so I have to make an appointment with the manager."

Ding Xiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Old Xu, don't be weird, my cell phone is often turned off, and there are too many people who call me. If you want to find me, there are plenty of ways, call Gao Yuanyuan, call, people we know in the circle There are quite a few, and you can always find them if you want to find them.”

"Speaking of Baoqiang, why didn't he see you at his wedding?"

At Baoqiang's wedding, he didn't see Xu Haofeng, otherwise what would happen now.

"They didn't invite me." Xu Haofeng showed a bitter smile.

Ding Xiu kept silent.

Thinking about it, Bao Qiang and Xu Haofeng didn't have much contact with each other. The two had only collaborated in one play, and there were not many follow-up contacts.

A director I worked with ten years ago, ten years later, it is normal not to remember.

"Haha, maybe I forgot." Ding Xiu laughed.

"Maybe."

Xu Haofeng didn't mind, he had nothing to do with Wang Baoqiang, and he didn't care if he invited him or not.

As soon as the voice changed, Xu Haofeng said: "When you get married, don't you forget to ask me too?"

"That's impossible. I'm married, so I'll definitely go to your house to invite you in person."

"It's about the same." Seeing Ding Xiu's enthusiasm, Xu Haofeng felt much better: "My script is out, let's see when it will be acted."

(End of this chapter)