This actor needs more money

Hearing Yang Siwei's words, Ding Xiu smiled and said, "Let her go."

He knew Zhao Liying's situation better than anyone else. The little girl was not attracted to him as reported by the outside world.

The reason for taking on crazy roles is very simple, just to make more money.

She does not have the arrogance of a professional actor. Chasing performances for the sake of art is too far away for her. Filming is for making money and living, nothing more.

The company's resources are limited, and the heroine can't get it if she wants it. If she wants it, she can only wait and endure it.

But Zhao Liying couldn't afford to wait. In the limited time, she could only make more money. Her ambition was very small. Ding Xiu estimated that she would be ready to stop after earning 1.8 million.

This is still different from some professional actors.

Like Qin Hao, he never filmed a single movie during college, and he stopped filming for several years after graduating from college, just because he wanted to wait for a good script.

Not only Qin Hao, but there are also such people among actresses. Some are arrogant and arrogant. They won't act unless they are heroines, and then they have to wait for seven or eight years.

"Let's go, don't bother me if you have nothing to do these days."

After saying this to Yang Siwei, Ding Xiu left the office, and the employees he met along the way greeted him one after another.

After a quick glance, he found that there were more and more people in the company, and there was almost no room left in the office. Some interns only had one chair and several people at one table.

…

"Ming Jin, An Jin?"

In the courtyard, Ding Xiu sat under the jujube tree and fell into deep thought while listening to Zhang Wei's words.

He didn't expect that Zhang Wei actually learned something real when he went to Mr. Li's place.

Zhang Wei showed an incredulous look: "No, no, Brother Xiu, you don't even know this?"

Isn't the common sense of the "cultivation world" very simple for great masters like Ding Xiu?

Usually only novices don't know this. After beating three or four people with one hand, they think they have reached the peak of their kung fu and are invincible.

As a result, he was told that he was just standing at the starting point of martial arts, and that there was Ming Jin behind him. When he learned Ming Jin, he learned that there was Dark Jin behind him, and then he climbed all the way up.

Ding Xiu is so powerful, he shouldn't even know these things.

"I live in the mountains. I don't know if it's normal. My master didn't tell me."

After finding a reason, Ding Xiu ignored it.

He really doesn't know what Ming Jin and Dark Jin are.

In his era, kung fu had no distinction between realms, only life and death, and realms were of little use.

No matter how powerful you are, if you stand still, a six-year-old child with a knife can stab you to death. In a life-and-death fight, even a careless person will kill you.

Or if you drink a handful of rat poison, arsenic, and crane crown red, you will die even if the vajra is not broken.

Even worse, when you take a nap at night, smoke blows into the room, and you can't let anyone mess with you.

However, the Ming Jin and Dark Jin summarized by modern people also have some scientific basis. Ding Xiu feels that realm can only represent realm, not Kung Fu.

Actual combat ability is actual combat ability, and kung fu realm is kung fu realm. The two are different, and the former is more important.

Just like a diploma is a diploma, work ability is a work ability. The two are related, but not equivalent.

"No one told you that you can practice like this. It's amazing." Zhang Wei admired him very much, and asked curiously: "Brother Xiu, have you reached the dark level now?"

Ding Xiu stood up, came to a punching bag in the yard, and murmured softly: "Concentrate your energy and keep it together?"

Ding Xiu took half a step back, stepped forward, and punched out suddenly.

"Stab it!"

After a muffled sound, the sandbag was torn apart, and Ding Xiu's entire fist was drilled into it.

He closed his fist, and a fist-sized hole appeared on the sandbag.

Zhang Wei on the side had his mouth wide open and his jaw dropped. The punching bag was the kind found in boxing gyms, a vertical tumbler with the bottom fixed to the ground with screws.

Zhang Wei had hit this sandbag many times, and it was impossible to penetrate it.

Because this is a roly-poly, if you punch it down, the sandbag will run forward if the force is slightly stronger, and then bounce back, the force will be removed.

In an instant, Ding Xiu punched through the sandbag. The sandbag did not shake the whole time. How did he do this?

"An Jin?" Zhang Wei said.

Ding Xiu nodded: "According to Mr. Li, it should be so."

"Fuck you!"

Zhang Wei's mentality collapsed.

What did Mr. Li say? He had never seen more than twenty Anjin in his life.

He still clearly remembered Mr. Li's face when he said this. He seemed to be amused by him for asking such a stupid question, just like a primary school student asking his teacher if there were many Nobel Prize winners.

At the same time, Mr. Li yearned for this realm and showed an envious look.

As a result, when I came back and asked, Ding Xiu turned out to be a damn powerful person with dark power.

As soon as his knees bent, Zhang Wei was about to kneel down, but Ding Xiu, who had quick eyes and quick hands, held his arms and prevented him from kneeling down.

"What are you doing?"

"Brother Xiu, I want to learn An Jin."

Zhang Wei's expression was more sincere than when Qin Gang said to the technician at the bathing center, "Coach, I want to learn to drive."

"Then you don't have to kneel?"

"Can you teach me without becoming a disciple?"

"Yes, there's nothing wrong with this. First do this, then do that, and the dark energy will come out."

Zhang Wei was confused: "Why do you do this first and then do that?"

Ding Xiu was amused: "You can send and receive Ming Jin freely, and you can use Dark Jin if your inner Jin is condensed but not dispersed."

Zhang Wei scratched his head. He understood every word of what Ding Xiu said, but together they were confused. What does it mean to send and receive freely, and what does it mean to be condensed and not dispersed?

Seeing that he was confused, Ding Xiu shook his head: "You haven't learned to walk yet, so you have to learn to run. How can it be so easy? Come on, let's help each other, and I'll see what you've accomplished during this time."

ten minutes later.

Zhang Wei sat down with his back against the tree, holding his stomach, his facial features distorted.

"Brother Xiu, your kung fu is a bit complicated. Muay Thai, Sanda, killing boxing, Baji, Bagua, and so on."

In just ten minutes, he saw too many fighting shadows in Ding Xiu's boxing techniques. It was hard to imagine that someone could combine so many martial arts.

Ding Xiu threw the towel to Zhang Wei and said calmly: "At my level, I no longer stick to specific martial arts. No matter what, as long as it is useful, just use it."

That's right, now he just uses it.

Whether it's Muay Thai or Brazilian war dance, as long as it's a practical move, he can absorb it.

So much so that his fighting style in combat looks a bit complicated and a bit dazzling.

Because once he takes action, it's all a famous move.

Line kicks, leaning back, kicks, flying knees, jumping elbows, combination uppercuts.

"Awesome." Zhang Weiqiang gave a thumbs up despite feeling uncomfortable: "Is this the strength of Jibaijia? He is truly a master of his generation."

The great master took pictures conservatively.

As for Ding Xiu, this pervert is even better in person than in the movie.

"It's still far away. When I can defeat the opponent in the simplest way without sticking to moves, then I will be a great master."

Do not stick to moves, forget what you have learned, and use the fastest punch and maximum power to defeat the enemy. This is the highest state of martial arts.

It's just that Ding Xiu is still far away from this realm.

He has been learning modern fighting in the past few years, but he hasn't fully understood Wing Chun's Cunquan and Bengquan. He also wants to learn these Chinese martial arts techniques.

"You are awesome." Zhang Wei no longer knew what words to use to describe Ding Xiu: "Brother Xiu, it's a bit of a waste for me to be your bodyguard. How about I give you two thousand every month from now on? Otherwise I feel so sorry."

Ding Xiu's mouth twitched. It was the first time he heard that people had to pay for work.

Is this the legendary paid work, where you get exercise and the company can complete the task?

But what Zhang Wei said was not unreasonable. It was a bit wasteful for a special soldier to stay by his side and serve as a training partner every day.

"I told Lao Qin that we should set up a security department. You can become a coach and train people to be bodyguards for other artists in the company."

There are many artists in the company. For female artists, security is indispensable. Some organizers do not arrange security, and they cannot always have security with them. It is safer to have your own bodyguard.

Don’t underestimate the power of security, it is very necessary during business performances.

Ordinary people care about the law, but some bosses don't care. They will do it as soon as they are told, using coercion and inducement. The timid ones can easily be fooled.

The reason why Zhang Wei was not made the manager of the security department was because he did not understand management.

Teaching people to fight and cultivating security awareness are what he is good at, leaving management to professionals.

Zhang Wei struggled to get up and grinned: "This is okay."

Finally, he no longer had to be a sandbag hammer for Ding Xiu.

…

Qin Chao Entertainment, Ding Xiu’s office.

Qin Gang trimmed Ding's cigar and handed it over to him before trimming it for himself.

"It's all trivial matters in the security department. You just need to tell the people below. You are the big boss after all. There is no need to do these trivial matters in person."

Ding Xiu took a puff of his cigar and said, "I guess I don't know who to look for."

Among the company's management, he should be most familiar with Yang Siwei, director of the artist department, and Zhou Haopeng of the publicity department.

Qin Gang laughed: "You just don't come to the company too often. You usually run here when you have nothing to do, and hold a few meetings, and you gradually become familiar with it."

Ding Xiu shook his head: "I'm not interested. If I have that time, I might as well do two rounds of gun boxing at home."

"Is your gun boxing serious?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it should be serious, just have sex."

"Fuck you."

The two chatted for a while, and Ding Xiu saw that Qin Gang had more white hair and was much older. His female secretary had not changed for a long time. It seemed that he was really old.

"Old Qin, I have worked hard for you these past few years."

Qin Gang was just stunned and said: "Although you have not been in the company in the past few years, your contribution has been greater than mine. If it weren't for your financial support, the company would not have developed so fast."

The most profitable person in the company is Ding Xiu, but all his money is his own. According to regulations, after paying the salary, the company should pay him the money. However, Ding Xiu is more generous and delays the salary. He often pays him the money. The money remains on the company's books for a certain period of time.

Sometimes it's paid once a quarter, sometimes it's paid once a year.

Don't underestimate this year and a half. You must know that Ding Xiu earns tens of millions every year. During this period of time when the money is sitting in the company's accounts, the company has too much maneuverability.

Pay salaries to employees, invest in projects, develop scripts, etc.

Even if you don't do anything, you can still earn a lot of interest by putting it in the bank.

It can be said that Ding Xiu's contribution to the company is no less than that of the chairman who works overtime every day.

"When it comes to remuneration, here's what I think about it. If you want to start a company of your own, if the company uses your money in the future, I will use your company's name to invest in it."

"Investment is risky because it involves your money, so I have to tell you, don't come to me if you lose money."

Just thinking about it for a moment, Ding Xiu understood what Qin Gang meant, which was to make money with him.

Everyone knows that the film and television industry makes money. After these years of development, Qin Chao Entertainment has everything on track and can make money every year.

Although I am the major shareholder, the money earned by the company comes with dividends, wages, and heavy taxes. It is far better to open a new company and cooperate in my own name to earn more.

This wave is equivalent to using the company’s human resources to work for yourself.

"Okay, you do it."

You're welcome, Ding Xiu nodded in agreement.

Qin Gang breathed a sigh of relief. He was still afraid that Ding Xiu was too loyal and wouldn't agree: "Leave it to me to register the company. I'll let you know when it's done. The company's address is temporarily set in Shanghai, and the professional team is simple. When the time comes, I'll start from the company." A group of people should resign here and come over."

It just so happens that there are so many people in the company recently that there is almost no room to work in the office. Ding Xiu should treat it as a branch office to share the pressure of the head office.

"Do you have any ideas about legal persons? I mean using our company's legal persons."

"Listen to you."

Ding Xiu, the company's legal representative, knew that he was a middle-aged man in his forties. Qin Gang found him specially from the hospital. He was not in good health and had cancer. He didn't have many years to live with this disease. If he kept up with the medical care, he could still survive. If there are a few more years, it will only be a matter of a few years if we can't keep up.

Glancing at Ding Xiu, Qin Gang said solemnly: "After the company is established, you will be responsible for managing it yourself. Try to choose some reliable people. Pay more attention to everything and don't be fooled by the people below."

"Entertainment tax is a heavy tax. If you want to earn more, you can ask the finance department to help. They have reasonable ways to avoid it..."

Ding Xiu raised his hand to interrupt Qin Gang: "Forget it, it's not necessary. You can't do anything by earning millions more every year. There are still risks, so just follow the normal procedures."

Qin Gang said: "Fifty-six million is not a small amount of money. If you are worried, there is no need to do it. Many people are doing this now. If something goes wrong, legal persons, accountants, and managers will take care of it."

Now that technology is advanced, many things can be solved with computers. Many people say that in the 21st century, many jobs will be replaced by robots.

Qin Gang has always agreed with this sentence. In the era of science and technology, it is only a matter of time before humans are replaced by machines.

But he believes the accounting profession will never be replaced because robots won't go to jail.

Ding Xiu took a deep look at Qin Gang: "This kind of thing won't happen in our company, right?"

"No, because it's not necessary. The tax is mainly individual tax. That is, for artists who work alone, it can reach up to 45%. There are not so many small and medium-sized enterprises. This is also the case in the past two years, some artists have started working The reason for opening a company.”

"Qin Chao Entertainment is a company that has been established for many years. There is no need to engage in such nonsense. Our company can fully afford the tax."

When the company first started, Qin Gang also thought about saving some money every year. Unexpectedly, the company developed so fast and it was no longer needed before it could be implemented.

Qin Chao Entertainment looked down upon this little money.

However, this amount of money is not a small amount of money for an individual. The higher the income of the artist, the more so.

Therefore, in recent years, more and more artists have opened studios, converting individuals into companies, which can save millions to as many as seven to eight million.

"That's good, let's make some money that we should make, and don't make any money that we shouldn't make. Anyway, the money now can't be used up in a lifetime, so why bother."

"Well, that's the truth."

Without talking about this topic again, Qin Gang said: "The filming of Ghost Blowing Lantern will start at the end of the year. Will your company join in?"

"Okay, how much money do I need to invest?"

Money is idle, and he doesn't know how to give birth. If there is an opportunity to make money, Ding Xiu will certainly not let it go.

"Ghost Blowing the Lantern" stars him and Huang Bo. It is also a well-known IP and is clearly about making money.

"I asked someone to calculate it. The entire production cost may be around 50 million. The company plans to invest 20 million and use the remaining 30 million. How much do you want to take?"

The production fee of 50 million is quite a lot. It is definitely a big production. Putting aside the actors' remuneration, the money spent on the blade is tens of millions, and a lot can be done.

Regarding the special effects in the film, it would be bragging to say that Hollywood would hire a special effects team, but it would be more than enough to hire a top team from South Korea.

Ding Xiu secretly calculated that with an investment of 50 million, it would take 1.5 billion in box office to make back the original investment. Considering the current market, it is still possible.

The important thing is that the movie is not a one-time deal, and the subsequent copyrights are also a big deal.

Some companies can rely on the copyright of a movie for many years.

PS: I went out of town yesterday and didn’t bring a charger. I encountered something else at night and didn’t have time to update. I didn’t even have time to ask for leave. I’m sorry.