This actor needs more money

After leaving the door, Ding Xiu asked someone to take Damimi back to her room, while he personally took Xin Zhilei off.

He was supported all the way to the hotel room.

Well, my own room.

He closed the door with a bang and said, "I'll help you clean up your alcoholic odor. The bathroom is over here."

"Crash!"

In the bathroom, the shower was turned on, and their eyes met.

Ding Xiu was about to help take off his clothes, but before he could put his hand on it, he was caught.

At this moment, Xin Zhilei was not even half drunk. She raised her eyebrows and said with a half-smile:

"Xiao Dingxiu, are you cowardly?"

"It's true." Ding Xiu chuckled, leaning his back against the wall, clasping his hands on his chest: "You must have woken up a long time ago, why are you avoiding me?"

Xin Zhilei watched the replay of the Japanese swordsmanship scene on his first day of shooting hundreds of times afterwards.

From the eyes to the facial expressions, the posture of drawing the knife, and the tone of voice, it cannot be said that he looks a bit like Ding Baiying, they are exactly the same.

Let alone a novice like Xin Zhilei, who is new to the industry, even if she, the person she is most familiar with, imitates, she cannot imitate her so well.

But he didn't know why Ding Baiying didn't want to come out. Considering that he was drunk the night before, he wondered if Xin Zhilei only appeared when she was not sober.

So I specially arranged this drinking party to see if I could force people out.

The results were as expected.

"Master, long time no see."

Ding Xiu himself didn't realize that his voice was trembling a little.

"Close the door, I want to take a shower." Ding Baiying said with a commanding tone, expressionless.

"Okay." Ding Xiu closed the bathroom door with a playful smile, but the person was still inside.

Ding Baiying's head was full of black lines: "You haven't been beaten for a long time, haven't you? I asked you to go out and close the door."

Ding Xiu chuckled: "Just kidding, don't be so serious."

"Besides, you can't beat me now."

The relationship between the two is that of master and apprentice, but in fact they are also siblings. Ding Baiying is not much older than him, but he started training earlier and has learned martial arts for a few more years.

The apprenticeship is due to the inheritance relationship. The masters do not accept apprentices, so they can only be taught by Ding Baiying.

In the first few years of his career, it was indeed Ding Baiying who taught him martial arts, and Ding Xiu was beaten every day.

Later, I was able to get through a few tricks by beating them.

When he and Ding Baiying could fight back and forth, the young master would often not come home for a year and a half, saying he was helping his uncle.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that she has a deep affection for her uncle.

In Ding Baiying's absence, Ding Xiu, who was naturally careless, did not want to stay at home and wandered around with a knife on his back. He worked as a killer, a bandit, and also spent several years in the border army.

It was a long, long time before I heard about Ding Baiying again.

Master and uncle died one after another in the whirlpool of the court.

He and Jin Yichuan were the only two young people left in the entire division. Later, when he heard about Jin Yichuan, he even made a special trip to the capital.

In the end, the person was still not saved.

Closer to home, even if Ding Baiying was at her peak, Ding Xiu would be sure to beat her, let alone now.

If Ding Baiying wanted to say anything else, Ding Xiu had already turned around and left, closing the bathroom door.

Half an hour later, when she came out wearing a bath towel, Ding Xiu was smoking on the sofa in the living room.

"What does this smell like? It smells so bad?"

"This is called cigarettes. It relieves stress." Ding Xiu quickly put it out in the ashtray and smiled bitterly: "I didn't like smoking before. I just got into it in the past few years. It's really not a good thing."

"You still smoke when you know it's bad, but don't smoke again." Ding Baiying rolled her eyes, went to the window, opened the curtains, and opened the window for some air.

Ding Xiu instantly rolled over and hid behind the sofa.

Ding Baiying was speechless: "What are you doing?"

"Master, your apprentice, I am now a celebrity and a public figure. I am surrounded by paparazzi and candid photos. If you do this, I will be on the hot search tomorrow."

"Hurry up and close the curtains."

Ding Xiu acted like a thief, revealing half of his head, and waved to Ding Baiying to close the curtains.

It is no exaggeration to say that if he throws a cigarette butt on the street now, the media will report tomorrow that he has no moral integrity.

Not to mention being in the same room with other female artists.

If it is photographed, it will be a headline.

Ding Baiying didn't care about this, she just thought Ding Xiu's appearance was funny, so she sat down on the sofa, picked up a bottle of red wine on the table, opened it, filled the glass, and began to taste it.

"That's not your style."

"Master, times have changed." Ding Xiu hunched over, walked along the corner to the floor-to-ceiling window, closed the curtains, and then sat generously in front of Ding Baiying.

His eyes were complicated.

Ding Baiying, who was sitting with Da Ma Jin Dao, looked down at his gaze, blushed, and immediately crossed her legs.

Immediately, most of her long legs were exposed again, all white.

The bathrobe was not long enough, and it couldn't cover it or block it. In the end, Ding Xiu threw her a pillow and she hugged it on his lap.

In order to divert his attention, Ding Baiying drank heavily, and then said: "You said you didn't smoke before, so it means it has been a long time since you came to this world?"

"Twelve years." Ding Xiu said lightly.

Twelve years have passed in a blink of an eye, as if it was just yesterday, and it also seems like a long, long time has passed.

If it weren't for Ding Baiying's incident, he would have almost forgotten it.

A smile appeared on his face, and Ding Baiying said: "How are you doing? Are you still used to it?"

Ding Xiu opened his arms and said: "Having both fame and fortune, no worries about food and clothing, and earning tens of millions every year is just like fun. By the way, do you know what tens of millions is?"

"Today's rice, cheap japonica rice, costs five yuan per kilogram. My annual income can buy tens of millions of kilograms of rice. If an adult eats one hundred kilograms of rice a month, my annual income can feed tens of thousands of people."

"I also have a plane, which flies in the sky. It can carry people and is very fast. I can travel hundreds of miles in just one meal."

"There are also yachts, which are similar to the boats of our time, but they are much faster than boats. They do not require manual labor and burn oil. They can sail the sea without any worries."

"Master, since you are here, apprentice, I will give you a hand no matter what, follow me, give you a few heroines every year, promote you to a second-tier position, and give you some shares in the company. I dare not say more. , it will make you earn at least 18 million every year, and by then the male models in the club will not be free to you..."

"Ding Xiu, your situation is too small. You have money and I have strength. Why don't we do something big? You will pay and I will be responsible for training people. When the time comes..."

"Fuck you, master, times have changed. Your idea is very dangerous. Please understand the atomic bomb."

Ding Xiu was so scared that he almost cried.

In what age, no matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of bullets.

If a missile is dropped, the great master Zhang Sanfeng will be stunned.

Ding Baiying laughed: "I'm just kidding, you really think I don't know what era this is."

He immediately let out a breath and said happily: "Back then, your uncle and I did so many things, just to hope that the world would be peaceful and the people would have food to eat and clothes to wear."

"Seeing the current prosperous times and seeing you living well, I feel relieved."

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. If you make so much money, you will not be able to spend it all in several lifetimes. You should take it from the people and use it for the people..."

Like an old woman, Ding Baiying kept talking and explained a lot. The more Ding Xiu listened, the more he felt something bad.

It's like leaving a last message

"Master, stop, can you talk about these things later?"

"Now to answer my previous question, since you woke up a long time ago, why don't you want to see me?"

Ding Xiu looked at Ding Baiying with burning eyes.