This actor needs more money

The sword fell, and Ding Xiu made a graceful exit.

Then came the overwhelming applause.

However, the show is not over yet.

The last part of this year's Spring Festival Gala is for all the artists to sing "Unforgettable Tonight". There are still a few hours before twelve o'clock, and no one can leave.

Of course, with so many artists, it’s impossible to just let them all sit backstage.

The program team opened a hall specifically to entertain the artists after their performances for New Year's Eve dinner.

There were a lot of empty seats. Ding Xiu wanted to sit down at a random table, but Cheng Long took him to Liu Dehua's table.

Everyone was chatting while eating, and the conversation was about domestic matters. Ding Xiu spent most of his time listening and rarely spoke.

After a while, Liu Dehua said to him: "This year's Hundred Flowers Award is about to start. You have signed up for House of Flying Daggers. You are lucky to catch up with the last one. From this year on, it will no longer be held once a year, but twice." Once a year.”

The Hundred Flowers Award is different from other awards. It has been held once a year in recent years. Maybe it is because it is too hasty. This year’s organizing committee announced that it will be in line with international standards and will be held once every two years in the future, intersecting with the Golden Rooster Award.

"That's right." Ding Xiu was stunned for a second, then smiled and handed over his hand: "Congratulations in advance to Brother Hua for winning the Best Actor."

The most valuable domestic film trophies are the three gold medals, the golden horse, the golden statue, and the golden rooster.

Film festivals such as the Hundred Flowers Awards, Changchun Film Festival, and College Student Film Festival belong to the second tier.

Even the second tier is not easy to win awards. How many people are waiting for food and stare at the best actor and actress every year.

Other awards are held every two years, while the Hundred Flowers Award is held once a year. Because it is held frequently, it is a hot favorite every year, and the competition is fiercer than awards of the same level.

This year is the last time it is held annually. It is indeed an opportunity for Ding Xiu. If he wants to win the award in the future, he will have to wait two years.

If you miss something, wait two years. If you miss something, wait two years. For artists, there are several two years. If you survive a few more times, you will reach 30.

Come out to hang out and become famous as early as possible.

Liu Dehua said half-jokingly: "There are so many people who have signed up this year. No one knows whether they will win the prize before the lottery is drawn. I am possessed by a weak spirit, and I miss out every time."

"How can you be as bad as me?" Hearing this, Cheng Long was not happy: "I have been nominated for the Academy Award ten times, but I have never won it once. Either Chow Yun-fa or Tony Leung Chaowei."

Hong Kong Island is too small and there are too many actors. It is no exaggeration to say that every Academy Award is like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.

Andy Lau has been nominated for Best Actor no less often than Cheng Long, but he has won the Best Actor several times.

Cheng Long specializes in kung fu movies, and the focus is on kung fu. Very few people pay attention to his acting skills, so that he has become a professional escort over the years.

Andy Lau sighed. When he mentioned this, he thought of Infernal Affairs a few years ago. As the pinnacle of Hong Kong films, this film has won numerous awards.

He arrived at the set before dawn every day, was the last one to leave, and was still discussing the script with the director at midnight.

Liang Chaowei works from 9 to 5, gets off work at the same time, and goes to work every day to catch fish. In the end, he got the prize, so where can he reason with him?

"Hey, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's have a drink with tea instead of wine."

We have to go on stage to sing a chorus at twelve o'clock, so drinking is not appropriate and there is no wine to drink here.

Among a group of big guys, Ding Xiu talks little and seems very low-key.

As there were more and more people in the hall, everyone was chatting in twos and threes. Ding Xiu went to the bathroom and returned to his seat.

He found a remote corner and played with his mobile phone.

As soon as he turned on his phone, he was bombarded with a lot of text messages blessing him. You know, this is his personal number, not as many contacts as his work number.

Most of the text messages were to congratulate him for attending the Spring Festival Gala, and praise him for his great martial arts. There were too many text messages, and Ding Xiu couldn't reply to them all.

First, I called Gao Yuanyuan and chatted for more than an hour. Then I called Qin Lan. When it was almost twelve o'clock, I handed my phone to the staff for safekeeping and he hurriedly went on stage.

"boom!"

At twelve o'clock, the sky over the city of Peiping was filled with fireworks, and there were fireworks and firecrackers in all directions.

After singing the song, without taking off his makeup, Ding Xiu put on his down jacket and came out. The street outside was full of cars, all coming to pick up various artists.

I called the driver and within a minute, a car stopped on the side of the road.

The next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year, before Ding Xiu could say New Year's greetings, the New Year's greetings had already arrived. They were all artists he had worked with. They did nothing on this day except to receive people.

There are so many gifts in the house that I can hardly put them all away.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Ding Xiu picked out a few gifts from others and went out to pay New Year greetings.

The first trip I made was to Zhang Jizhong’s house.

"Sister-in-law, Happy New Year."

The person who opened the door was still Zhang Jizhong's wife Fan Xinman. She became more and more beautiful after a year of not seeing each other, exuding the charm of a mature woman.

"Ding Xiu is here, come in and sit down. Yesterday Lao Zhang and I watched the Spring Festival Gala. He also praised you for your good martial arts skills and said that you are the most beautiful martial arts actor he has ever seen."

"Director Zhang deserves the award. I'm a three-legged cat, so I can't be the best. Hey, isn't Director Zhang at home?"

"I just finished drinking with my friends. He is lying in the room. You sit down first and I will call him."

Ding Xiu clasped his hands together and said with a wry smile: "No need, sister-in-law, it's not appropriate. I don't dare to disturb Director Zhang's dream."

"Then you have a cup of tea and I'll chat with you for a while."

"sister in law……"

"Keke, aren't you just having a cup of tea? Are you afraid that I'll eat you?"

While drinking tea, Ding Xiu was trembling and looking at the bedroom from time to time, fearing that Lao Zhang would rush out with a kitchen knife.

When it was time to refill the third cup, Lao Zhang still didn't come out. Ding Xiu slowly let go of his worries and chatted and laughed with Fan Xin.

As he spoke, Fan Xin said casually: "Look at my memory, you haven't eaten yet. There are dumplings in the refrigerator. I'll give you another plate."

Before Ding Xiu could say anything, he was already wearing an apron and entering the kitchen.

After a while, a plate of dumplings was brought to the table, along with a bowl of dipping sauce.

"I made them all by myself, try to see if they taste good."

"Sister-in-law, it's great, it's delicious." Ding Xiu gave a thumbs up.

In the middle of winter, it is a very warm thing to be able to eat the hot dumplings made by a beautiful woman.

It would be better if he wasn't at Lao Zhang's house.

Seeing Ding Xiu eating happily, Fan Xinman was also happy. He leaned on the table with his hands and said, "Recently, Lao Zhang is planning to remake The Legend of the Condor Heroes, did you know?"

"Really?" Ding Xiu's eyes lit up: "I have to have a good chat with Director Zhang about this."

Jin Yong's drama, whoever films it will be popular.

Zhang Jizhong has guaranteed ratings again, and his reputation is there. His previous films, Swordsman, The Legend of the Condor Heroes, and The Legend of Dragons, were controversial, but it is a fact that the investors made a lot of money and the ratings skyrocketed.

Holding her chin, Fan Xin said slowly, "Then you have to hurry up. If you are late, it will be too late."

"Why is it too late to hurry up?"

At this moment, Zhang Jizhong's voice came from behind. Ding Xiu was so frightened that a mouthful of dumplings almost got stuck in his throat. He finally swallowed it down, then turned around and said with a smile:

"Director Zhang, my sister-in-law said that you are going to remake The Legend of the Condor Heroes. She asked me to talk to you quickly. It's too late."

After glaring at his wife, Zhang Jizhong pulled up a chair and sat down: "Can you do it?"

Ding Xiu took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, and said with a smile: "Don't you know if I can do it, Director Zhang? To be honest, I am a fan of novels. I have read all Mr. Jin's novels, and my favorite is The Condor." Heroes, when I see Yang Guo, I always feel very similar to myself, as if it was written by me."

Zhang Jizhong poured a cup of tea and drank it leisurely: "I don't know if you can do it, you are really thick-skinned."

After drinking a cup of tea, he said solemnly: "I don't have any say in the casting."

Ding Xiu pouted. If Zhang Jizhong's words don't count, who has the final say?

The subtext is nothing more than saying why do you think you are Yang Guo?

"Director Zhang, there are not many cheap actors like me."

If that's the case, let's start a price war, and I'll be able to star in the head office at a cheaper price, right? Others want one million, I want eight hundred thousand, others want eighty, I want fifty.

Zhang Jizhong glanced at him: "I think it's quite a lot."

The prices for actors who come to him to act are lower than the market price. This is a tradition.

Ding Xiu raised his eyebrows: "I'm cheaper than them."

Zhang Jizhong nodded slightly, this was reasonable, but he still didn't dare to give the role to Ding Xiu.

To be honest, he and Ding Xiu had a great time working together, and they were familiar with each other after several movies. They were young people who were sensible, aware of important matters, and had strong professional abilities. The costumes were beautiful and the martial arts scenes were beautiful.

But for a project that can easily earn hundreds of millions of dollars in profit, it won’t be helpful even if a brother comes.

He must think clearly from many aspects. Ding Xiu is not worthy of his decision yet.

"Casting is very complicated. I have to consider many things, such as actor's acting skills, character compatibility, investors' opinions, director's opinions, etc."

"Understood." Ding Xiu said with a bright smile: "I just hope that Director Zhang will consider me when deciding on the candidate."

"That's for sure."

Strangely enough, Ding Xiu was originally looking for Zhang Jizhong on this trip, but when Zhang Jizhong showed up, he didn't stay long and left.

Carrying gifts, Ding Xiu spent the whole day going from house to house to pay New Year greetings, and even had a fight at Wu Bing's house.

The old man said that he hadn't gesticulated for a long time and wanted to compete with him.

Knowing that Zhang Jizhong was going to remake The Legend of the Condor Heroes, Ding Xiu bought a plane ticket to go to Zhao Jian's house. If nothing else happened, the director of The Legend of the Condor Heroes would be Zhao Jian. Lao Zhang would not leave this kind of thing to outsiders.

After a meal of wine, as expected, a lot of words came out of Zhao Jian's mouth.

In order to film the sacred sculpture, Zhang Jizhong specially built a film and television city. It is still under construction and the second phase will be completed in a while.

There are four investors in this drama, one of which is Ciwen, the previous investor in Xiao Yuer and Hua Wuque.

…

On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Zhao Liying returned to work, wearing a brand new down jacket and high-top boots to clear the snow in the yard.

After a while, she made a snowman out of snow and found a carrot from the kitchen to use as the snowman's nose and eyes.

Ding Xiu was sitting in the living room watching TV. After seeing this scene through the window, he shouted: "Prodigal women, the money for the carrots will be deducted from your salary."

"I know, it's mine." Zhao Liying responded with a smile, not caring at all, and continued to build her snowman with her red hands.

Ding Xiu continued to shout: "Open the door, a guest is coming."

There was a surveillance camera installed at the door, and he could see what was going on outside while sitting in the room. The person coming was Wang Baoqiang, wearing a plush leather jacket and holding a bunch of things in his hands.

"Hello, I'm Brother Xiu's assistant." After Zhao Liying opened the door, she saw Wang Baoqiang staring at her and greeted her with a smile.

"Hello, Brother Xiu is at home?"

"Here I am."

"Let me get it for you." Zhao Liying took the initiative to take the gift from his hand.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After freeing his hands, Wang Baoqiang followed Zhao Liying and walked into the yard. He sighed in his heart that when he became famous, he would also find a beautiful assistant.

So far he is not worthy of an assistant.

I can't bear the mortgage and car loan anymore, so I came here to borrow money.

"Brother Xiu, Happy New Year. I watched your Spring Festival Gala in my hometown. People didn't believe me when I told them I knew you."

Ding Xiu lay on the sofa without moving and looked at the gifts: "No potatoes were given this year?"

Wang Baoqiang scratched his head: "I wasn't sensible before."

In the past, when giving gifts, he always wanted to give the best to others. In addition to Ding Xiu, he also gave gifts to other places. As a result, as soon as the front foot left, the back foot was thrown into the trash can.

From then on he stopped sending potatoes.

Ding Xiu looked him over: "You have grown a lot. What have you been doing lately?"

Wang Baoqiang looked around: "I haven't done anything. I've been staying at home for a few months. If I don't have a job anymore, I will have to squat in front of the Beijing Film Studio."

Ding Xiu laughed: "Didn't you take off?"

"Oh, don't mention it. The company was shaken. Half of the artists were taken away by Wang Jinhua. The boss has no intention of investing in new dramas."

"Really? How did I hear that Fan Binbin and Li Binbin of your company have taken on the leading role of a female lead again?"

"I, I, am different. He is a big shot, I can't compare to him."

Just like Fan Binbin thought, Wang Baoqiang also thought that the big bosses were gone and it was their turn for newcomers to take over. Who knew they would also have to queue up for the top position.

The first echelon is gone and replaced by the second echelon, and the third echelon does not count.

I don’t know that it will be his turn only in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

Wang Baoqiang put his hands on his thighs, and his pants were almost picking up sparks before he stammered: "Brother Xiu, I, I want to borrow some money."

"How much to borrow?"

"fifty thousand."

"What's the card number?"

"ah!"

"What's the card number?"

"I'll send it to you on my phone."

After editing the text message and sending the card number, Wang Baoqiang breathed a sigh of relief. The house and car were finally saved for the time being.

The two chatted for a while, and Wang Baoqiang said: "Brother Xiu, don't you ask me why I want to borrow money?"

"I'm not a policeman. What do you have to ask? If you committed a crime and are on the run for fear of crime, I don't know what's going on. If you find out, I will become an accomplice."

Wang Baoqiang: "..."

"I didn't break the law, I just need to pay off the mortgage on the RV and need some cash flow."

Ding Xiu smiled: "Boy, did you pay for your impulse?"

In fact, he more or less guessed something. Since A World Without Thieves, there have been no Wang Baoqiang dramas on the market, and there are no advertisements.

During this time he was resting on his laurels.

If he didn't buy a car or a house, he would be able to live happily for a few years by relying on the popularity brought by A World Without Thieves.

But once I buy a car or a house, there is no money left at all, and there are no new movies, so I have to borrow money to live.

"I will never spend money randomly in the future." Wang Baoqiang regretted it extremely: "In the future, I will save the money for my wife and never use it randomly."

Seeing Ding Xiu hugging him, surrounded by beauties, living in a big house, and driving a nice car, he was envious, so he gritted his teeth and learned to buy a car and a house.

As a result, people have different fates. The more Ding Xiu spends, the more he spends.

"Brother Xiu, how are you doing, Brother Bo?"

"He's celebrating the New Year in his hometown and he didn't come back until the eighth day of the lunar month."

"I mean career-wise."

"I am receiving the company's subsistence allowance. Lao Qin almost cried."

Wang Baoqiang grinned, feeling much more balanced now.