This actor needs more money

"What can happen to you?"

It's not that Qin Gang looks down on Ding Xiu. From the beginning of the company to today, Ding Xiu has only held a few meetings. He doesn't understand anything about finance, operations, and management.

I'm afraid that I don't even recognize all the artists in the company.

Every time I come here, I go to work and catch fish, so I can feel the working atmosphere.

"Yes, it's a big deal." Ding Xiu put down his cigar and took out a thick stack of A4 paper from the briefcase he brought and gave it to Qin Gang: "This is a novel I wrote. It has just been completed. You can ask people from the company to help publish it. If we have time, we can find a few screenwriters to adapt the script.”

His autobiography is not long, but after so many years of hard work, it is finally finished.

No, after printing it out, bring it to Qin Gang as soon as possible.

The corner of Qin Gang's mouth twitched. He had known for a long time that Ding Xiu was writing a novel. It wasn't just a day or two. Most of the time he came to the company, he closed the office door and sat in front of the computer, thinking hard.

He thought it was just a joke, but he didn't care. It's not a bad thing to have a hobby. Writing novels is already better than many hobbies.

If you don’t engage in whoring, gambling or smoking, you can still pass the time and expand your thinking, which is a good habit.

What I didn't expect was that Ding Xiu actually took it over and asked him to publish and adapt it.

Brother, don’t you know your writing level?

Ding Xiu, Wang Baoqiang, and Huang Bo. Among the three, Huang Bo has the highest academic qualifications, junior college, Ding Xiu is the second from high school, and Wang Baoqiang does not have a primary school diploma.

The question is how many years has it been since Ding Xiu graduated from high school and has been out of society for so many years, but he still hasn't learned anything new. Qin Gang doubts that Ding Xiu can't solve all the quadratic equations of one variable in junior high school.

Playing the Pipa, Going to Drink, and Li Sao, it’s good if you can remember the author’s name for these things.

Writing a novel, publishing it, and adapting it are actually not a big deal. It’s a piece of cake given the company’s capabilities.

Mainly because Qin Gang was afraid of being embarrassed.

If this is released, Ding Xiu will not become a joke in the future.

Speaking of books, Wang Baoqiang has published one before. What he wrote is at least his own life experience, such as his first time in Shaolin, his first drifting to Beijing, his first life on set, etc. His writing skills are not very good, but he is very interesting. Strong, fans love to watch it.

Where is Ding Xiu?

Qin Gang glanced at the novel and suddenly felt a toothache. It was a martial arts novel.

His major matched Ding Xiu's.

"Brother Xiu, if you want to get addicted to it, let's publish dozens of copies privately, and everyone in the company will have one copy."

"Get out of here." Ding Xiu rolled his eyes at him: "You make a decision so easily without even looking at it. Old Qin, are you distracted or am I unable to lift the knife?"

Qin Gang smiled coquettishly: "Let me see, can't I see?"

Looking through the novel, Qin Gang said: "But to be honest, your word count is really small. It is estimated to be hundreds of thousands of words. You can expand it a little bit, and it will come out to a few million words."

"The more words you have, the easier it will be to sell, and fans will think it's a good deal if they buy it. We can earn them twenty or thirty yuan per book, which is faster than making money by publishing an album."

"From the top to the bottom, write about your experience in martial arts training, your experience as an actor, your experience in falling in love, not to mention your experience, it's a bit confusing."

Qin Gang became more and more enthusiastic as he talked. Ding Xiu had a lot of experience. No one had more stories to tell than him, and he couldn't finish them in three days and three nights.

It's just right for writing novels.

One word is expanded into two sentences, two sentences are expanded into a story, and a story is a special novel.

"Brother Xiu, I'm not telling you, your writing skills still need to be improved. Look here, a teapot cannot be called a teapot. You have to describe the characteristics of the teapot, such as a historical and expensive purple clay teapot, and then describe it. The aroma of tea leaves and the atmosphere of drinking tea can be described in a few thousand words, right?"

"The same goes for clothes. You can't call them one. You have to tell them the specific color and style, otherwise they will say you are uneducated."

Ding Xiu was speechless. Isn’t this just the number of words for water?

What annoys him the most is the number of words written by novel authors. Some people write a fighting scene with 5,000 words, 3,000 words describing the psychology of the people around them, and 1,800 words introducing the moves and the psychological activities of the parties involved.

There are only two hundred words of actual fighting.

It's like some people playing poker. It lasts for an hour, and for fifty minutes you put on your clothes. For the remaining ten minutes, you smoke for five minutes and get dressed for two minutes.

"Stop beeping, read it quickly, find someone to proofread it and publish it. I will make it into a movie later."

How could it be possible that the "masterpiece" that he finally wrote was just for making money? If it was really for making money, wouldn't it be nice for Ding Xiu to go to a few commercial performances to make money when he has this time?

He still wants to make these stories into movies to commemorate his former self.

I also want to use another way to keep my master and junior brother here.

Therefore, he would not be able to do the number of words Qin Gang said about water.

"Ahem, wait a moment, I'll take a look." Ding Xiu said seriously, and Qin Gang couldn't help but treat him informally. He sat up straight and looked seriously.

It's only a little over 100,000 words long. Qin Gang himself is also an old bookworm. He used to read a lot of Jin Guliang Wenhuang's novels, so he read the book very quickly.

Needless to say, the scale used to be large, especially Huang Yi's works, which were written in a flat style.

The two dragons of the Tang Dynasty, turning rain and clouds, looking for Qin Ji and so on.

While reading Ding Xiu's book, Qin Gang also paid attention to see if there was any color.

He felt that a person with a personality like Ding Xiu couldn't drive too slowly when writing novels.

The result was unexpected, there was no color at all, and the concept of love was positive.

Qin Gang was relieved. Thinking about it, most of the authors who engage in sex while driving are young, unmarried and unmarried virgins.

Because I have never experienced it, I yearn for it and my mind is filled with beautiful imaginations.

Who is writing these things among those middle-aged authors who are in their thirties or forties and have started a family and started a career?

They usually feel it so much that they are so numb.

When I was young, what I was most afraid of was my girlfriend visiting my relatives. When I get older, I wish I could visit my relatives every day and never leave.

More than an hour later, Qin Gang put down the novel, took a sip of water from his tea cup to soothe his throat, and said seriously:

"The novel is quite traditional and the story is good. If you put aside your celebrity aura, the sales volume may not be great, but it is suitable for adaptation into a movie."

Qin Gang admitted that he had underestimated Ding Xiu before.

I thought it was written for fun, but I didn't expect it actually had something to it.

In Ding Xiu's writings, the grievances, hatreds, intrigues and intrigues in the world of martial arts are as vivid as if he had experienced them himself.

The most important thing is that he also combined the rivers and lakes with the court, and a story of conspiracy and intrigue slowly unfolded.

The character portrayal is also very good, Ding Xiu, Shen Lian, Jin Yichuan, Ding Baiying, Zhao Jingzhong, each one has flesh and blood.

Among them, in the description of Ding Xiu and Ding Baiying's martial arts, Qin Gang found that many of them were Ding Xiu's own martial arts, such as Bajiquan, Japanese swordsmanship, and Qijiadao.

This short story of short length is not suitable for publishing online, and netizens are not willing to accept this idea. It is better to publish it physically.

But even if it is a physical book, if the author is not Ding Xiu, the sales volume will not be much better.

It’s not that the writing is bad, but it’s not in line with the market.

Just look at the martial arts novels on the market. They are either short stories with a tight pacing of tens of thousands of words like those in martial arts magazines, or novels with a lot of foreshadowing on the Internet, which are longer and steadily paced and have a few million words.

Ding Xiu's is only over 100,000 words long, which is a bit short.

Qin Gang asked himself, if he saw a novel with more than 100,000 words, he would never click on it.

Leaning back on the sofa, Ding Xiu said calmly: "I know this. I just want to publish it first and accumulate some popularity. I think it is to advertise in advance and do some pre-publicity for future movie adaptations."

Qin Gang nodded: "That's okay. Novels are popular first and then adapted. With your influence, it's not a problem to sell 1.8 million copies. It's considered a bestseller."

Ding Xiu has many fans and is popular with the public, so digesting over a million copies is not a big problem.

"When do you want to adapt it, let's agree first. It won't be possible in the next year or two. The Tomb Raiders Notes you introduced last time are still on the shelf, and the same is true for the Ghost Blowing Lantern last time. There are too many projects to handle."

Ding Xiu had previously introduced a film called "Tomb Raiders Notes", and the company weighed the pros and cons and bought the film and television rights.

In addition to the previous film "Ghost Blowing the Lamp", Qin Chao Entertainment already holds the film and television rights for two films.

Now Ding Xiu has another martial arts book, making it three.

To successfully adapt a novel, it will cost a lot of manpower, material and financial resources. Just writing the script requires a lot of time, finding a team, setting up scenes, convincing people, special effects, post-editing, dubbing and music, sales, and broadcasting. , all are problems.

It is no exaggeration to say that one novel can keep the company busy for a year.

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry. You can come up with the script when you have time. I will shoot it when conditions are ripe and there is enough time."

Ding Xiu's words made Qin Gang relieved. He was really afraid that Ding Xiu would be stubborn and insist on filming immediately.

"The next two or three years will be a period of rapid development. You are busy with work, so even if you want to shoot now, you won't be able to shoot it. I'll go back and let someone change the script first. It's just right. I can use these two years to slowly polish the script."

Ding Xiu nodded and said, "Add me as a member after the project is established. I want to participate together."

Qin Gang was surprised. He did not expect that Ding Xiu would be so serious and join in the creation for the first time. It seemed that he attached great importance to this novel.

"No problem, I feel more relaxed when you are here. Let me tell you the name of the novel. I'm afraid it needs to be changed. Ding Xiu Zhuan is not interesting and unattractive. How about calling it Xiuchundao? Anyway, there are many Jin Yiwei in it. s story."

"Can."

Ding Xiu doesn't care much about names. He himself has difficulty naming.

"The author's name also needs to be changed. Carrying a knife on a rainy night is too ugly. People who don't know it think it's about the Eighteen Forbidden Words. It belongs directly to your name."

"good."

Previously, Ding Xiu wanted to pursue an online novel, so he got a pen name. Now that he is going to publish it physically, he might as well use his real name.

"The content may also need to be modified. Yours is a bit bloody. I'll find someone to proofread and polish it. Do you have any objections?"

"You decide for yourself."

"Well, when the annual meeting is held at the end of the year, I will officially include Xiuchundao as a major New Year project. It will take one to two years to polish the script, make it more convincing, and select scenes and actors."

The corner of Ding Xiu's mouth twisted. If he were a newcomer, his blood would probably boil with excitement at what Lao Qin said.

It takes one to two years to polish the script, how to strive for perfection.

In fact, the company couldn't spare any time for filming, so they just found an excuse.

But that's okay, he won't have time to shoot Xiuchundao next year, the schedule is too tight.

"Snapped!"

Ding Xiu clapped his hands on his knees, stood up and said, "Let's go, I'm going back. There will be Olympic rehearsals later."

Qin Gang took out his car keys and said, "I'll have someone drive you there."

He planned to ask his secretary to send Ding Xiu away, and let Ding Xiu test the new car's shock absorption function, steering wheel feel, and whether the brakes and gears were good.

"No, I'll drive myself." Ding Xiu didn't know what Qin Gang was thinking, so he raised the motorcycle key in his hand and turned around to go out.

With nothing to do, he bought a motorcycle for transportation.

In Peiping, the traffic jams during rush hour are really bad, so motorcycles are easier to use.

With his worth, the motorcycle he bought was naturally not cheap, costing more than 100,000. Not to mention its performance, it looked very good-looking, with a green body, smooth lines and full horsepower.

At the entrance of the company, when he got out of the car, took off his helmet and smoothed his hair, many fans had already secretly taken photos.

It's quite similar to Andy's demeanor in Tian Ruo You Qing.

…

At the Bird's Nest, Ding Xiu came over to rehearse. He was wearing casual sportswear and holding a sword in his backhand. He was handsome, eye-catching and stood out among the crowd.

There are usually a lot of people here, but today there are even more people because there are athletes coming here to familiarize themselves with the venue, both at home and abroad.

They were not from the sports circle, and Ding Xiu didn't know them either, but some people knew him and waved and said hello to him with a smile.

In particular, there were a few domestic athletes who stared at him and never left. They pointed at him from a distance and whispered to each other without knowing what to say.

Within seconds, two men approached him.

"Hello, I am Mr. Zhou, a boxer."

"Hello, I'm Zhang Lei, I'm also a boxer."

One is tall and the other is short. The short one is Mr. Zhou, who is over 1.6 meters tall. He is indeed not tall and does not look heavy.

The tallest one is Zhang Lei, who is estimated to be 1.95 meters tall. He is tall and tall, and his weight is estimated to be 200 kilograms. When he stands, he is like a hill, and his pressure is very strong.

Ding Xiu stretched out his hand, shook it gently, and said with a smile: "Hello, I'm Ding Xiu, I'm filming."

Citizen Zhou and Zhang Lei laughed, as if they didn't expect Ding Xiu to say that.

Zhang Lei smiled and said: "Don't worry, I don't want to discuss with you, I just want to take a photo with you."

Ding Xiu has always been known as the best fighter in the entertainment industry, with many achievements.

But compared with their profession, it is still much worse, not at the same level.

Take Zhang Lei himself as an example. He usually competes in super heavyweight matches, and his opponents are all big men who are over 1.9 meters tall and weigh over 91 kilograms.

Zhang Lei has lost count of the number of games he has played since his debut. He trains every day when he is not competing.

If he were to spar with Ding Xiu, he would really be afraid of beating Ding Xiu to death.

The two of them came over and introduced themselves without any other meaning. They just introduced themselves, but they didn't expect that Ding Xiu misunderstood and thought they were looking for a fight with him.

So Ding Xiu said that he was filming.

It means I'm an actor, if you want to fight, don't come to me.

It's not that he is afraid, people who walk through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood are not afraid.

It's just that as I get older, I've opened my eyes to many things, and I'm not as sharp as I was when I was young.

Ding Xiu thought this way, but others didn't think so. A few people laughed, chatted and took photos. Before they could say a few words, another big man over 1.9 meters tall came over.

He is a foreigner.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, a high nose, thick bones all over his body, his hands are covered with calluses, and he weighs more than 90 kilograms.

At first glance, he looks like a super heavyweight boxer...

Book title "The Reborn Dad's Leisurely Life"

This is a relaxing daily story about a person who is tired of the mental internal friction of the big city and returns to the countryside to farm and raise children.