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"Tuk-tuk-tuk!"

There was a knock on the door, and then the old man poked his head in.

Ding Xiu stood up when he heard the knock on the door. When he saw the old man, he smiled and greeted him.

"Director Zhang, why did you come here in person? I was still thinking about going over to find you."

"It's okay, I happened to be passing by. You performed well, in good condition, and there were no mistakes."

Patting Ding Xiu on the shoulder, the old man said happily.

There were not many theatrical performances at the opening ceremony. Others were group performances by thousands of people, and there were only a few individual performances in total.

Lang Lang's piano and Ding Xiu's martial arts are what worries Lao Zi the most.

Although the former is a piano master with rich performance experience and has played on all occasions, there will naturally be no problems.

The difficulty was that Lang Lang's partner was only five years old, a little girl. In order to show the child's innocence and purity, the old man did not have any harsh requirements or mandatory training for the little girl during the rehearsal.

This resulted in the little girl picking her nose or touching her mouth while playing the piano after taking the stage.

The old man in the main control room almost fainted at that time, and was worried that the little girl would run off the stage.

Fortunately, the girl was quite well-behaved, her butt did not leave the chair, and she finished the song in a well-behaved manner.

However, according to what Lang Lang said after stepping down, his mood at that time was not much better than that of the old man, that is, he did not have the quick-acting Jiuxin Pill with him, otherwise it would be half a bottle.

During the performance, the little girl actually told him that the weather was a bit hot and she wanted to go down to drink water. .

The Olympics were broadcast live around the world. Lang Lang was almost scared to death. After so many years in the industry, his hands shook for the first time while playing the piano. He begged in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "Be patient for a while, it will be fine soon." Uncle, will you buy some sweets for you later?"

After his coaxing and coaxing, the little girl finally didn't leave.

After playing the piano, Lang Lang's back was covered in cold sweat. He was scared.

Lang Lang got through without any danger, and fortunately there was no problem with Ding Xiu, otherwise the old man would really hang himself here.

After all, the styles are still different. The gap between the group and the individual is too big. Even though the group has many people and is difficult to control, the advantage is also obvious, that is, the mistakes of individual people cannot be seen in the overall group.

Individuals are different. Billions of eyes around the world are staring at you. Even if your eyelids twitch, you will clearly see something is wrong, not to mention that something is wrong.

"I'm leaving soon, I want to say hello to you." Ding Xiu said, holding Lao Zi's hand.

After the opening ceremony, the old man felt much better and joked: "Just saying hello, not inviting guests to dinner?"

"That's only if you have time. I know you're busy today, so I'll ask you to come another day."

"That's pretty much it."

Although the opening ceremony had passed, there were still some things that needed to be sorted out. After chatting with Ding Xiu for a few words, he left.

Ding Xiu held his hand tightly and said, "Director Zhang, what do you think of my swordsmanship?"

"It's pretty good." The old man was a little stunned, not knowing why Ding Xiu said this.

Ding Xiu smiled and said: "Actually, the main thing is that the sword is good. This Eight-sided Han Sword is sharp, majestic and well-made."

Turning his head, Ding Xiu said to Zhao Liying: "By the way, Xiao Zhao, where is my sword? Take it out and I will show it to Director Zhang alone."

"Sword?" Zhao Liying was stunned, scratched her head and said, "Didn't the staff put the sword away? I don't know where it was put."

After getting off the stage, the sword was collected by the staff. This is a rule and a rule.

There are so many big leaders on the scene, how can you run around with sharp weapons, let alone Ding Xiu, a martial arts master, who is responsible if something goes wrong?

Ding Xiu looked directly at Zhang Yi: "Director Zhang, where is my sword?"

Zhang Yimou twitched the corner of his mouth and talked emotionally for a long time. Ding Xiu was asking for the sword. He remembered that he had indeed promised Ding Xiu before that he would give him the Eight-sided Han Sword afterwards.

The left and right are just swords, and the old man will certainly not default on his debt.

Even if this sword is produced by a master, it is actually not worth much. It costs one or two hundred thousand to last.

After today, it will be more of a symbolic value.

Because this sword was used by Ding Xiu at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games.

The value of this sword was bound by the Olympic Games and Ding Xiu. It was Ding Xiu's fate, so he gave it to him.

"The sword still belongs to you. I have something on my hands. Can I send it to you later?"

"Why bother bothering Director Zhang for such a small thing? Just give it to me now and I'll just take it home. Otherwise, tell me where it is and I'll get it myself."

No, you don’t even believe him?

Lao Zi did not expect Ding Xiu to be so "real".

"You go to the back door and wait, I'll ask the staff to send it there."

There was no default, so the old man agreed.

From the beginning to the end, he never thought about defaulting on the debt. It was just a sword. It was a trivial thing. It didn't matter if it was used at the Olympic opening ceremony. In his opinion, its value was limited.

But it was impossible to just let Ding Xiu take him out.

The front and back of the stage were filled with leaders who often appeared on the news network, as well as second-in-commands and team leaders from various countries.

If Ding Xiu rushed out like crazy with his sword, the consequences would be disastrous. Even though he knew that it was impossible for him to do that, the old man didn't dare to gamble.

That's why Ding Xiu was asked to go out the back door first and let the staff deliver the sword.

Once he goes out, Ding Xiu will definitely not be able to come in, so there is no safety risk.

"How can I be so embarrassed? I'm sorry to trouble Director Zhang. I'll see you another day."

"You're welcome, it's yours."

The old man's face was stiff, and he finally took his hand out of Ding Xiu's palm.

Fifteen minutes later, back door street.

In a black business car, Ding Xiu gently tapped his knees with his palms, and then took a slow sip of tea.

Zhao Liying, who was sitting in the front row, was holding her mobile phone in her hand and looking at the overwhelming news about Ding Xiu, she was extremely excited.

"Brother Xiu, you are too fierce tonight."

"Ahem!" Ding Xiu coughed: "Can you speak properly?"

Zhao Liying's cheeks were slightly red: "It's just your wild imagination. What I'm saying is that you became popular tonight."

Ding Xiu shrugged: "When will I stop being angry?"

"It's different. Now you are popular abroad."

"oh."

Ding Xiu had nothing to be excited about, it was just expected.

For such a big event as the Olympics, it is normal for him to be one of the performers at the opening ceremony and to attract a lot of attention.

In order to attract this wave of popularity, Qin Gang held a special meeting to vacate the positions of some brands that should be terminated, and waited for new brands to come.

It's just that Zhao Liying is not a senior executive of the company and is not involved in company management, so she doesn't know.

Seeing that Ding Xiu was unmoved, Zhao Liying admired his calmness even more: "Brother Xiu, I will order what to eat tonight."

"Call and get a private room in Donglaishun. Let's go back to the company after dinner and bring some for those who work overtime."

"Okay, then let me ask Sister Yang what she likes to eat."

While Zhao Liying was booking a private room, two 1.8-meter-high men came over. Both were wearing black suits and had the same crew cut.

The one walking in front was carrying a long-handled umbrella and holding a sword box in his hand, and the one behind was holding an umbrella in his hand, looking around all the time.

If you look closely, you can see that both of them have headphones on their ears.

Ding Xiu's car window was half-opened. When he saw the two people approaching, he looked over.

"Hello, is this Mr. Ding Xiu?"

"it's me."

"We will deliver items to you."

"Thank you." Ding Xiu opened the car door and took the sword box with both hands.

Then I saw that the back of Brother Flathead's hand was dark and covered with calluses, including the tiger's mouth.

With his eyelids twitching, Ding Xiu suppressed his panic and raised his buttocks from the seat.

Seemingly sensing his inner thoughts, Brother Flathead said: "Don't worry, we are security personnel. After receiving the news, a staff member will bring out the sharp weapon to you. For safety reasons, this sword will be escorted by us."

"Also, I want to inform you that you will leave immediately after taking your things. You can no longer linger or wander around."

"Understood." Ding Xiu nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

He is not afraid of people with calluses on the back of his hands, but he is afraid of people with calluses on the tiger's mouth.

After all, times have changed. A gun is fast from seven steps away, but a gun is fast and accurate within seven steps.

Holding the sword box in his hand, Ding Xiu pushed it open with one hand to confirm whether it was the one he used. In the box, a long black sword with a sheath lay quietly.

The scabbard is gilded with dragon patterns, wrapped from head to tail.

Several simple old seal characters were carved on it, which said "Congratulations from all directions."

The hilt of the sword is golden yellow, with a yellow tassel tassel, and a red bean-sized gemstone is inlaid on the sword grid, which looks noble and simple.

If you pull out the sword, the sword body will have the logo of Longquan and the name of the swordsmith.

But before Ding Xiu could make this move, two cold eyes stared at him.

Ding Xiu looked up and saw Brother Flathead.

The one standing in front is holding the black umbrella handle tightly, and the one behind is slightly bent, with his right hand close to his waist.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just inspecting the goods." Ding Xiu said with a smile: "If I really want to take action, you two are no match for me at such a close distance."

It is true that a gun is fast and accurate within seven steps, but what if it is within three steps?

It's not that Ding Xiu is bragging. At such a close distance, he still has a sword that is as sharp as iron. If he really fights, he will definitely not die.

However, the two buddies in front of him were not cheap. Ding Xiu could feel that since he took over the sword box, their eyes had never left his hands.

The two of them were tense mentally and physically, and were ready to fight at any time.

"Zheng!"

Ding Xiu gently unsheathed the sword a little, and after making sure it was the one he used on the stage, Ding Xiu put it back.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. If you're sure, let's go."

Brother Flathead is also a little afraid of Ding Xiu.

If the sword was given to ordinary people, there would be no need for them to come over, but Ding Xiu couldn't do it.

For ordinary people, Kung Fu may be something in movies and TV shows, but for people like them, they really believe that this thing can be fought.

There are millions of people in the army, and there are many who can teach martial arts. Many of them joined the army with martial arts skills. Over time, they kept their kung fu in the army. Some instructors are even masters of martial arts.

After continuous research and study, taking the essence and discarding the dross, a complete set of killing techniques came out.

The simplest action, the fastest killing move.

Because they understand, they know how powerful it is.

The identity information of the people who came to the venue tonight has already been in the computer system. Through identification, all those who are dangerous will be marked.

Ding Xiu's danger level is very high.

The danger level here is not that he is a terrorist, but that he has dangerous capabilities.

What Ding Xiu didn't know was that when he was still at the venue, there would be special people following him wherever he went, including to the toilet.

It's just that there were too many people backstage today, and the organizer said they would arrange a few temporary assistants for him, so he didn't think about it that way.

"drive."

After closing the door, Ding Xiu said to the driver.

The car started and slowly drove away. Only when the taillights were no longer visible did the flat-headed brother turn around.

The moment he turned around, he breathed out.

The flat-headed brother in the back said: "Squad leader, it's not like that."

What he said did not mean that Ding Xiu was a public figure and would not do anything that violated the law.

After all, Ding Xiu is not an artist who appears suddenly. He has been in the industry for many years and has been filming for so many years, so his background is clear.

If he was really a young man, he would have been picked out long ago.

Zhang Yimou reported Ding Xiu's name before. The reason why he waited so many days for the results to come out was because someone was checking Ding Xiu's details during that time.

Needless to say, if something happened, he would not be standing on the stage.

"That's a lot of nonsense, carry out the order!"

"yes!"

With their feet together, the guy with the crew cut behind him looked serious and saluted a military salute.

The two of them turned back to the venue, and the flat-headed brother behind asked curiously: "Squad leader, do you think Ding Xiu's kung fu is really that powerful?"

They are from the inner court. The security guards at the outermost part of the Bird's Nest are ordinary police officers. The security personnel under the stage, around the stage, and the auditorium are called outfield. The security personnel are all experienced special police officers and criminal police officers.

The infield refers to the security around the leaders and backstage.

They are from special forces.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if those world-class boxers come together, they may not be enough to beat the people backstage.

One shuttle goes down, and the Vajra Indestructible Single Body will be sieved for you.

They don't need to fight, they just fight with bare hands, and they are not inferior to professional boxers.

The squad leader said solemnly: "That boy is really right. With the distance just now, we may not be his opponents."

"Then you still let him draw his sword?"

"I didn't let him pull it out, I just asked him to check it. Moreover, it is impossible for this sword to be unsheathed in front of me. I will stop him before it is unsheathed."

While Ding Xiu was inspecting the sword, he quietly gave the warrior behind him a gesture of readiness for battle.

Fortunately, Ding Xiu was sensible and only pulled away a small amount and then retracted it.

As long as the movements are a little extra, it will be very cunning and decisive.

At this time, inside the business car.

Ding Xiu pulled out the sword completely and slowly tasted it with admiration.

The blade of the sword shines with cold light and has fine lines. You can tell it is a sharp weapon without even trying it.

"Ding!"

He flicked the sword lightly and made a crisp sound.

"Good sword."

"What's so good about it?" Zhao Liying asked puzzledly.

"Fortunately...you don't understand even if I tell you."

Ding Xiu curled his lips and put away his sword, not bothering to play the piano to the cow.

Everyone who practices martial arts dislikes seeing this kind of sword.

Just like girls who love beauty see Chanel lipstick and Gucci bags, LSP sees pert buttocks and 36D.