This actor needs more money

The text message Ding Xiu replied was of course addressed to Robert. Regardless of whether he could understand it or not, he directly replied with the sentence "I will decide the time, but you decide the place."

He will be a little busy in the next few days. He has to ask Yang Siwei to arrange the schedule so that he can have time to beat people. It is impossible for the other party to say when.

No more money to be made.

The next day, Ding Xiu was woken up by a phone call.

A call from Wang Baoqiang.

"Brother, you are not so fierce. You are challenging an Olympic boxing champion who is 1.9 meters tall and weighs over 90 kilograms. On a specific day, I will go over to observe and learn something."

Wang Baoqiang's tone was full of admiration.

Ding Xiu squinted his sleepy eyes and was a little confused. He didn't tell anyone about this, so why did Wang Baoqiang know about it.

"How do you know it?"

"Damn, who doesn't know in China? The headlines are all about you. Robert read out your text message in front of the media early this morning, saying that he wanted to learn traditional Chinese kung fu and come to you to discuss and communicate. You agreed. I’ll reply to him in the next few days.”

Even with Wang Baoqiang's IQ, he could tell that he was here to learn martial arts. It was clearly for Ding Xiu and to crack down on fake martial arts.

It's just that it doesn't sound good to say "fighting counterfeiting" directly, but it sounds better to say "learn traditional kung fu".

But if Ding Xiu loses in the competition, his nice words may become unpleasant. Netizens will scold Ding Xiu to death without anyone having to say anything.

Aren't you bragging about your skills every day? Why did you get knocked over by someone's punches?

Chuanwu can be seen but not fought, and so on.

However, Baoqiang still has great confidence in Ding Xiu. He has known Ding Xiu for so many years and he has a deep understanding of Ding Xiu's skills. Robert may not be able to beat him.

If it were a competition with weapons, the foreigner would lose faster.

"Huh?" Ding Xiu stood up, put the phone away from his ears, and looked at the screen. There were dozens of unread text messages.

"Brother Xiu, please reply me when you see the text message, Lao Qin."

"Brother Xiu, you can't mess around. There's no need."

"Brother Xiu, you're awesome!"

"Brother Xiu, I'm sorry. I wrongly blamed you that day. When the time comes, Lao Zhang and I will go together to cheer you up."

"Ding Xiu, if that doesn't work, let's put a sack on him."

Ding Xiu's friends are all enjoying this melon, and they are all watching the excitement without fear of trouble. That is to say, a few people feel unsafe and ask him to think carefully.

The opponent is an Olympic boxing champion.

That body and those fists as big as sandbags are full of intimidation.

"I'll hang up now. The company still has something to do. Let's talk later."

After hanging up the phone, Ding Xiu sent a message asking Zhao Liying to pick him up, then wash up and have breakfast.

A moment later, with a horn blast, a pink Ferrari drove out of the garage.

Ding Xiu sat in the passenger seat, and Zhao Liying wore sunglasses and acted as the driver.

"Yes, he looks like a big star." Ding Xiu said jokingly.

From his perspective, Zhao Liying had long, slightly curly hair, sunglasses on her face, a pointed nose, and a cold profile. She was paired with an off-white windbreaker and high heels, which looked very fashionable.

With a slight smile, Zhao Liying said: "Brother Xiu, please stop teasing me."

"Is today your birthday? Are you dressed so heavily?"

"That's right, can't I have some nice clothes?"

Ding Xiu nodded: "It does look good. Did you buy it specifically for driving?"

"That's right." Xiao Zhao raised his chin and couldn't help but smile: "You asked me to choose a car, but I still can't afford the price of this car."

The car was just bought a few days ago for a million dollars. Since she was the one driving the car, she was the one who chose the car.

In the future, the sisters will also be drivers of million-dollar luxury cars. Of course, they must dress appropriately and not embarrass Ding Xiu.

"Brother Xiu, seriously, can you really accept the color pink?"

When she went to the 4S store, she thought the pink sports car was quite beautiful, and she took a liking to it at first sight.

Ding Xiu didn't hesitate and swiped his card on the spot.

It made her heart beat.

After all, no matter how you look at it, this looks like a car driven by a girl.

Leaning against the car door, facing the autumn wind, Ding Xiu said lightly: "I like it, why don't I like it? I like pink the most."

"But it's very narrow and there's not much space."

"I just like tight ones."

"It's not waterproof yet, so it can't be opened when it rains, and it's easy to get flooded."

"It's okay, just pour it in, just wash it off and it'll be fine."

"Don't you think it's very noisy?"

“The more waves the better.”

Well, Zhao Liying has nothing to say, Ding Xiu has already said it to this point.

When they arrived at Qin Chao Entertainment, Ding Xiu got out of the car. Zhao Liying parked the car downstairs, put the car keys in her bag and followed him upstairs.

Ding Xiu's car is rarely parked in the garage. In his words, it is too troublesome. It is more convenient to go downstairs.

As for whether it blocks the road or not, it doesn't exist. Who can work in this building doesn't know that Ding Xiu is the big boss.

…

"Brother Xiu, how confident are you this time?"

"How do I know this? I can't lose anyway."

In Qin Gang's office, Ding Xiu sat on the boss's chair with his legs crossed, spinning a pen in his hand.

Wanting to find a cigar to smoke, I opened the desk drawer and found only half a roll of toilet paper and a dozen small umbrellas.

Ding Xiu took a look at the specifications of the umbrella. It was a small one. Ding Xiu threw it back with disdain and closed the drawer.

Originally planning to criticize Ding Xiu, Qin Gang's actions and eyes made his face so hot that he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Just that look in Ding Xiu's eyes was so hurtful.

"If you're fine, I'll leave." Ding Xiu retracted his legs and stood up.

"Yes." Qin Gang answered absentmindedly, then thought of something, and then said: "By the way, your Xiuchundao has been proofread and reviewed, and it will be published soon. Do you want to take a look at the final product first? "

"Give me a copy. I'll read it later when I have time."

Ding Xiu doesn't care much about publishing. The most important thing about Xiuchundao is the adaptation, as long as it can produce the scenes he wants.

The master must be beautiful, dashing, and in good shape. As for the junior brother, I can make arrangements to be more handsome, but not more handsome than myself.

Who should I look for to play Shen Lian's role in the street? It's a bit of a headache.

After coming out of Qin Gang's side, Ding Xiu went straight to Yang Siwei. He came to press for the schedule. Although Robert promised to set the time, he couldn't keep delaying it. It was best to get it done in the next few days, otherwise people would think he was afraid of it. War, I don’t know how much public opinion it caused.

A few minutes later, Ding Xiu went downstairs, and Zhao Liying trotted behind him with her bag in hand.

While walking, Ding Xiu sent a text message to Robert, telling him the time would be at noon tomorrow.

After a while, there was a reply and the time was set at a boxing gym in Peiping.

Not surprisingly, when Robert was being interviewed by reporters, he revealed the matter again and showed the text messages to the media. All of a sudden, netizens went crazy.

"Fuck you, Ding Xiu is so awesome, he went to fight with someone else's Olympic champion."

"Is this because you are obsessed with acting? Do you really think that you really are a martial arts master after making a few martial arts movies?"

"I support Brother Xiu unconditionally. How much is a ticket?"

"Hello, is this Qin Chao Entertainment? We are the Youku platform. We want to live broadcast tomorrow's competition. How can I negotiate the price..."

"Teacher Ding, come on, the disciples of Baji Boxing Gym will always support you."

"Brother Xiu, please change your name to Ding Xiu from now on. If you beat the Sanda boxing champion and the eight major sects, what else do you dare not fight? Is the next step towards the Octagon?"

The octagonal cage, also called MMA, the full name is mixed martial arts, is a competitive fighting sport with extremely open rules. The gloves used in mixed martial arts competitions are finger-exposed and are much more lethal than the gloves worn in ordinary boxing. Basically There is no difference between going up and punching to the flesh.

A punch is a real punch.

The rules are even more open. You can fight standing or on the ground, and you can also use Brazilian jiu-jitsu, Muay Thai, wrestling, taekwondo, karate, judo, Sanda and other fighting techniques.

Known as the decathlon of combat sports.

It is the closest competition to life and death fighting in the world today.

The reason why it is said to be close is that even MMA is not aimed at beating people to death. After all, it is still a sport, but this sport is more open and the fighting is more hearty.

But this is the maximum scale of fighting competitions on the surface.

No matter how big it is, someone will be beaten to death.

Qin Chao Entertainment.

"Sorry, no comment."

"Brother Xiu and Robert have a pure martial arts exchange, not a personal grudge like you said."

"Don't ask me to explain. It's just a simple discussion and exchange of martial arts concepts."

"Harmful, no one will be killed, no one will be hurt."

"Brother Xiu, it's not like you don't know that martial arts enthusiasts, when they see a master, they will inevitably want to communicate. Lose? Victory or defeat is a common thing for military strategists..."

Yang Siwei received hundreds of calls every day, all asking about the specifics of the competition between Ding Xiu and Robert.

She didn't know whether Ding Xiu was losing or winning, so she didn't dare to talk nonsense, so she could only talk to him in an official tone.

The next day, it was half past eleven, almost noon.

An ordinary boxing club in Peiping is overcrowded, and the streets outside are packed with people.

In the innermost part, eight cameras filmed the arena at 360 degrees with no blind spots.

There are dozens of chairs placed slightly further around, most of them are media reporters, both Chinese and foreign.

Near the front row are Wu Bing, Coach Wang, Zhang Lei, Wang Baoqiang, Wu Jing, and Citizen Zhou.

Firstly, they came to watch the fun, and secondly, they came to support Ding Xiu.

In addition, there are five or six foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes. They are all tall and tall, and they are all over 1.9 meters tall. They look like they are not easy to mess with. These people are Robert's teammates and they are here to support the scene.

At this moment, the tit-for-tat and murderous scene did not appear, but instead there was harmony.

Wu Bing and Coach Wang had a great time chatting with several foreigners.

"Try more, tea is a good thing, Chinese traditional culture."

"It's a little bitter."

"That's right, it's bitter first and then sweet. Tea is a thing that goes from floating to sinking, from curling to relaxing, and is boiled by high fire. It has a philosophy of life..."

The foreigners were stunned for a moment by Wu Bing's tea talk. When they heard the translator next to them, they didn't expect that a small pot of tea would have so much attention to detail.

While chatting, Wu Bing talked about Kung Fu. He said that Kung Fu is mainly about strengthening the body and not about fighting and killing. People who practice martial arts must have martial ethics. He also talked about some customs of martial arts in the past.

During the whole process, the foreigner couldn't get a word in. He wanted to retort a few words to regain some face, but when he thought about his own country, which only had a history of two hundred years, there was no ancient culture at all.

He is good at cheating, abducting, smashing and robbing, but that cannot be said.

Fortunately, the embarrassment did not last long, Robert appeared on the stage, wearing the same outfit as in the ring.

Stop pretending, this is a martial arts exchange, I’m just here to beat people.

When he looked around for Ding Xiu, he didn't see even a shadow.

The people attending the event, the media, and the audience watching the live broadcast online were a little confused.

"Ding Xiu couldn't have run away."

"It's been so long since the live broadcast started, but I still haven't seen anyone."

"Don't panic, everyone. It may be a traffic jam. You all know how congested the roads in Peiping are. This will be the noon rush hour again."

"It makes sense, just wait."

The audience excused Ding Xiu, thinking it might be a traffic jam.

However, Ding Xiu was not stuck in traffic and was walking to the boxing gym with a bowl of snail noodles.

"Sorry, let me borrow it for a moment."

"Fuck, who eats shit so smelly?"

"Brother, if you don't let me in, you're just looking at the yarn."

"Bliss."

After finally squeezing in from the outside, Ding Xiu took a mouthful of oil and said to everyone in the venue: "Sorry, I saw a seller selling snail noodles on the roadside. I haven't had lunch yet, so I didn't want to keep everyone waiting. "

"Hahaha, Liu, I am still in the mood to eat snail noodles at this time. Should I say it or not, Ding Xiu's mental quality is better."

"I'll give Master Kong double the amount of endorsement fees this wave of snail fans will give you."

"The guy upstairs knows better. He can tell at a glance that Ding Xiu is advertising."

After wiping his mouth, Ding Xiu gave the bowl to Zhao Liying, smiled and cupped his hands at Wu Bing and others in the audience, and then said to Robert: "Should we go through the process, or fight directly?"

He stopped pretending. He finished his work early and could take a nap when he got home.

Robert couldn't understand Chinese, so he focused on his accompanying translator. For today's competition, he specially hired an interpreter.

The agent told him that he was an expert in Chinese and English, proficient in both languages, and then charged him a large agency fee.

As a result, I found out today that he was a young man in his twenties.

When I asked, I found out that he was a college student. Robert almost vomited blood. Fortunately, the college student spoke English well, which made him feel better.

But when I thought that I had spent so much money to hire a college student, I felt very angry.

The college student waved to Ding Xiu excitedly: "Hello, brother Xiu, I am your fan, can you give me an autograph later?"

"It's easy to talk. You'd better translate first. After a while, the foreigner won't hit me, but will hit you instead."

"Oh, okay, please wait."

The college student remembered that this trip was a part-time job and quickly translated Ding Xiu's words for the foreigner.

The foreigner sneered: "It seems that Mr. Ding has a good appetite. I hope he can continue to maintain it for a while."

As much as Ding Xiu eats, he plans to make him vomit later.

Damn snail noodles, it stinks.

"Don't worry, I always have a good appetite."

The two parties exchanged a few words and went directly to the ring without too much nonsense.

After glancing at Ding Xiu's clothes and shoes, Robert said, "Don't say that I'm bullying the younger. I heard that you are good at traditional kung fu. I allow you to use your feet without gloves."