This actor needs more money

Ding Xiu looked back. Sure enough, some people looked at him wrongly.

"I lost it!"

Ding Xiu cursed secretly.

It's none of his business. He only bids for most of the lots when no one wants them. Sometimes he doesn't force himself when someone wants them, and just lets them go.

Is this enough to offend someone?

If you don’t buy your feelings, why don’t you let others buy them?

"What's wrong?" Gao Yuanyuan asked softly.

"It's okay." Ding Xiu patted the back of her hand gently and looked at a necklace being auctioned on the stage.

This is the most expensive one from the beginning to now, starting at 100,000.

"One hundred thousand, does anyone want it?"

The host shouted, but when there was no response, he looked at Ding Xiu.

Ding Xiu said nothing.

Not far away, Fan Binbin breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it was just a small charity party and not many people came, many of them had names and surnames and had a certain amount of energy in the circle.

You donated more than the big boss, what do you want the big boss to think?

It's a good thing for Ding Xiu to buy things, but it's not good to buy too much. He didn't see other people shouting a few token words, just forget it for three to fifty thousand.

Most people have nothing to lose.

Host Li Xiang smiled and said to Ding Xiu: "This necklace is of good quality. Sister Yuanyuan will definitely look good wearing it."

Ding Xiu glanced at Gao Yuanyuan's neck and saw that there were no decorations. He remembered that he had not given any decent gifts in the past few years, so he raised his hand to indicate that he would buy it.

"One hundred thousand once, Ding Xiu bids one hundred thousand, is there anyone else who bids?"

As the host, Li Xiangcai doesn't care what offends people or not. Those are the people in the audience's business. She is only responsible for calling for filming.

Charity sponsor Su Mang had the same idea. She just wanted to raise more money. The more Ding Xiu bought, the happier she would be.

If I were as penniless as others, this party wouldn't be able to hold for more than a few years.

She almost cried to death in the bathroom when she thought about how she only raised a few hundred thousand in total last year. Venue fees, labor costs, drinks, and money to hire media reporters all cost money.

If he loses money again this year, the company will definitely not let him hold it again.

Therefore, the more Ding Xiu buys, the better. There is no problem if he buys them all. This is all performance.

"Once in a hundred thousand."

"Mr. Zhang made a bid of 120,000 yuan. Is there anything higher than this?"

Ding Xiu didn't look back. It was normal for someone to compete in the auction. He didn't take it to heart at all. After a few seconds, he raised his sign.

"One hundred and fifty thousand."

After raising the sign twice in a row, another 30,000 yuan was added. The purpose was very clear and he was determined to win.

This necklace is worth at most a hundred thousand, so he added an extra fifty thousand as a contribution to charity.

Usually when you shout here, other people will give you some face, and they won't raise the sign again if you don't particularly want it.

"One hundred and sixty thousand."

A slightly deep voice came from the front, and the person holding the sign was a small steel cannon.

"Thank you, Director Feng, for your support. One hundred and sixty thousand, is there anyone else bidding?"

"One hundred and sixty thousand twice."

Without much pause, Li Xiang shouted a second time, "Who dares to fight with Feng Xiaogang for what he wants?"

"One hundred and eighty thousand."

Ding Xiu raised his sign.

Wow!

In an instant, countless eyes focused on him, some were gloating, some were admiring, and some were joking.

Fan Binbin held his forehead and turned his head to one side.

Competing with Feng Xiaogang, Ding Xiu must have taken the wrong medicine. It's just a necklace. You can't buy it anywhere. Why offend someone for no reason.

Feng Xiaogang is not a contracted director of Huayi, but he has a close cooperation with Huayi. In recent years, almost all movies made by Huayi are invested by Huayi. The interests of the two companies are so deeply tied that it is like wearing a pair of pants.

Offending Feng Xiaogang means offending Huayi. This is almost the consensus in the industry.

Although offending Hua Yi would not result in being banned or anything like that, having an additional enemy on the road to stardom was not a good thing after all.

During the court, Gao Yuanyuan touched Ding Xiu with her knee, signaling him not to act out of anger.

Ding Xiu didn't care, with a smile on his lips, very gentlemanly.

He didn't like the little steel cannon. It was just a necklace. He bought it because no one wanted it. He yelled for two rounds before taking action, which meant that the other party didn't really want it.

Maybe he just wants to refute his own face.

If you really want to, just shout two more times and he will definitely let you go, the beauty of adulthood.

For the first time, Xiaogangpao glanced back at Ding Xiu, his face expressionless, he turned around and continued to hold up the sign, saying in a deep voice: "One hundred and ninety thousand."

Just as Ding Xiu thought, he really didn't want to buy it. His wife had a lot of jewelry at home.

He raised his hand just to dampen the young man's spirit. He was too arrogant and he couldn't stand it.

"Two hundred thousand." Ding Xiu added another ten thousand.

Hua Yi's dramas all praise the artists from their company, while Feng Xiaogang's dramas only have a few male protagonists, and he won't be able to get his turn anyway.

Maybe after this door, both parties will never have the opportunity to cooperate again in their lifetime.

In this case, why should you humiliate yourself?

"Haha." Xiaogangpao laughed, but his voice was a bit cold.

Before he could raise his hand, someone shouted again: "Two hundred and twenty thousand."

One is a popular niche among the younger generation with an unlimited future, and the other is a big-name director. During the confrontation between the two, there was still someone who dared to join in, which surprised everyone.

But after seeing that the person holding the sign was Fan Binbin, no one was surprised.

Fan Binbin smiled and said: "Brother Xiu, Director Feng, I like this necklace very much. You must leave it to me."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is a rescue attempt.

If Ding Xiu and Feng Xiaogang continue to shout like this, the smell of gunpowder will probably get stronger and stronger, and in the end they will not be able to get off the stage, and there will be another grudge.

"I'll pay 300,000 yuan." Wang Zhongjun from Huayi said with a smile: "Binbin, this is an auction, there is no concession, you broke the rules."

Fan Binbin smiled politely and said, "What Mr. Wang said is that I just like it too much. I'm sorry."

"Three hundred thousand once."

"Three hundred thousand twice."

"Three hundred thousand times."

"Congratulations to Mr. Wang and thank him for his contribution to charity."

The necklace was sold, and Li Xiang breathed a sigh of relief. She faced the guests on the stage, and everyone's expressions were clearly visible.

Ding Xiu still looked like that, a little careless, leaning on the chair casually, looking calm and relaxed.

The little steel cannon in front had a dark face.

She was afraid that the two of them would fight if the auction continued.

Speaking of which, the old man is not good enough to fight Ding Xiu. I heard that his kung fu is very good, very good, and ordinary people can't resist him.

Ding Xiu sighed: "It's a pity. If it were cheaper, I would buy it."

Gao Yuanyuan lowered her voice and said, "You have so much money that you have nowhere to spend it, right? You can buy two identical ones for 200,000 yuan."

"Charity gala, it's different."

"Then you won't continue to scream?"

"I'm not a fool. If I offend Feng Xiaogang, I will also offend Huayi."

Wang Zhongjun came out to rescue the siege. In Ding Xiu's opinion, three hundred thousand was a bit of a waste, and he owed someone a small favor.

He is not a ungrateful person, he is just fine, and he will stop when he sees good.

"Let's move on to the next lot, which is Guan, a master of traditional Chinese painting..."

The next few lots were more literary and artistic. Ding Xiu was not interested and did not hold up the sign again. He did not move, nor did the small steel cannon in front.

Soon, the charity party ended, and everyone sat around the table chatting with each other. People like Feng Xiaogang and Wang Zhongjun were always surrounded by a bunch of people.

Ding Xiu exchanged pleasantries with Yuan Quan and Fan Binbin, and planned to leave with Gao Yuanyuan.

There's nothing fun about such an occasion.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Wang Zhongjun pulled away and said, "Ding Xiu, why don't you play more?"

"No, there's something else."

"I was thinking of treating you to dinner, but it seems I can only wait until next time."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang. I'll invite you next time I have the chance."

Smiling, Wang Zhongjun said: "Okay, I'll write it down. Walk slowly."

The next day, several people in suits and ties carried large and small bags to Qin Chao Entertainment Ding Xiu's office.

He bought it at a charity auction. The money was paid and it was delivered to his door.

At the same time, the media last night added fuel to the fire and announced the competition between Ding Xiu and Xiaogangpao, which aroused excitement among a group of melon-eating netizens who were watching the excitement and were not afraid of big troubles.

"There are really people who dare to fight against the little steel cannon. They are so powerful."

"He is indeed the most capable person in the entertainment industry. This is not giving him any face."

"The little steel cannon also has today, hahaha."

"Support Ding Xiu, some people like to rely on their elders and show off their talents."

"It is said that the total donation last night was more than 1.6 million, and Ding Xiu alone accounted for almost one-third. It is very interesting."

"Just because he can spend so much money to support poor students, I support him. This is much better than those troublemakers who don't get any money."

Not only were netizens upset, some friends in Ding Xiu’s address book called or sent text messages to ask if the incident was true.

In response, Ding Xiu responded unanimously that the media had nothing to do.

"Teacher Ding, if you see no problem, sign here."

The staff placed the lots on the table and took out the list and pen to Ding Xiu.

The items were all taken freshly from the safe. There were several people supervising the whole process, and there were also people checking on site. There was no possibility of fraud. It was just the batch last night.

Ding Xiu didn't blink. He picked up the pen and wrote his name. Hundreds of thousands of items were not a lot of money to him.

Not to mention that the money spent on buying things is donated as charity, which is equivalent to picking up for nothing.

"Hey." Suddenly, Ding Xiu glanced at the necklace box on the table and looked at the list again: "I must have made a mistake. I didn't take the necklace."

"Teacher Ding, you're right, this is what King Huayi specially ordered to send to you."

Ding Xiu's first reaction was: "Has he settled the money?"

The staff member laughed: "It's over."

"Wait a minute." Ding Xiu took out the business card given to him by Wang Zhongjun yesterday, took out his cell phone and called. After a few rings, the call was connected.

"Mr. Wang, I, Ding Xiu, the staff at the charity gala sent me the necklace you took yesterday and said it was arranged by you."

"That's right, it's me." Wang Zhongjun said with a smile: "I am a grown man and I don't like any necklaces I wear, so I gave it to you as a gift."

"Mr. Wang, I'm so sorry."

"I've given it away, you can't ask me to return it. Don't think too much, just think of it as making a friend. If our company finds you in the future, just give me a friendship price."

"That's okay. Thank you Mr. Wang for spending the money."

"Just call me Brother Wang. I have a meeting. See you later."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Xiu frowned. The free one was the most expensive. This necklace was a bit hot, and the one named Wang was also awesome. He was embarrassed not to accept it even if he said a few words.

It's a rescue, and it's a gift. If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be in debt.

But Wang Zhongjun obviously didn't understand Ding Xiu.

If I'm in a good mood, I'll play with you, but if I'm in a bad mood, I'll flip the table and buy him off with a necklace. Is it possible?

"Teacher Ding, what do you think?" the staff member asked hesitantly.

Ding Xiu waved his hand: "Leave your things, you can go."

"Thank you, Teacher Ding."

Came in quickly and left quickly. The staff were very helpful and didn't forget to take the trash with them when they left.

Sitting on the boss's chair, Ding Xiu picked up the tea cup, took a sip and said: "There are so many teachers in the circle. Before, I only heard about it from the staff behind the scenes, but now I am also a teacher."

Zhao Liying smiled happily and said: "The master is the teacher."

"Bullshit masters are teachers." Ding Xiu said disdainfully: "They all have sophistication in the world."

He never thought that being an actor was such a noble and extraordinary thing. Hundreds of years ago, this profession was just that of an actor.

In modern society, there is no distinction between high and low professions. In his opinion, acting is just a way to make money and support his family.

It's just that as artists make more money, have more fans, and become more and more famous, people's name for this profession gradually changes.

What is more obvious is that in the past few years, we have called each other brother and sister.

Now, no matter who you are, you should always call them teacher.

Not to mention, sometimes it sounds really comfortable and pleasant to listen to, but artists who are not educated and have become monks are even happier to hear such words.

But Ding Xiu is quite harsh, and I feel a little bit wrong no matter what.

Zhao Liying smiled and said: "Then should I change my name to teacher in the future?"

Ding Xiu stood up and looked at the auction items without raising his head: "Okay, I will fine you a hundred at a time. I will hang this painting on the wall and put the certificate of honor in a prominent place."

Zhao Liying shut up and placed the items obediently according to Ding Xiu's instructions.

At the door, Qin Gang rushed over in a hurry, and Ding Xiu said: "You're here just in time. I'll bring a calligraphy and painting to frame it in a while. Your office is too rustic and has no cultural atmosphere at all. After all, you are a big boss. What kind of friend of women is there? I see. I’m ashamed.”

"I feel right at home, forget it, it's not important." Qin Gang said anxiously: "I heard that you offended Feng Xiaogang?"

"Do you believe what the media says?"

"Really not?"

Ding Xiu said calmly: "Who are you looking down on? If I offended him, he would have already laid down."

Qin Gang exhaled: "That's good. Come out to mix your anger and make money. If you can't offend others, don't offend others."

Ding Xiu said: "What if I'm offended?"

Qin Gang rolled his eyes: "No need to ask, either bow your head and admit your mistake, or beat him to death with one shot."

Ding Xiu sighed: "Old Qin, it's not unreasonable for you to be able to survive until today."

Qin Gang is a flexible and flexible person. Although he is not very educated, he may not have much knowledge, and he is even a bit of a charlatan. However, this kind of person is the most popular in the entertainment industry.

When it's time to bow your head, you're not ambiguous at all, and you have some tricks to deal with people.

Several years as a boss have also cultivated in him a certain perspective on the overall situation.

If they had been born twenty years earlier and the two of them had been involved in the Hong Kong circle, they might have been able to create a world, and there would have been no such thing as the Four Heavenly Kings.

"Yes, yes." Qin Gang was a little embarrassed. He looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the table, picked one and took it away.

PS: Brothers, it’s the last day. Do you have monthly tickets? (Ask in a low voice)