This actor wants to pay more

Chapter 257

The situation on Hong Kong Island is complicated. Especially before [-], good and bad people were mixed together, and there were all kinds of people. If they can still stand today, who has a clean butt?
Counting back a few years, who are those people who opened martial arts gyms?Who are the disciples under the sect?
At its peak, there were 50 gang members on Hong Kong Island, an average of one out of every ten ordinary people. How could a powerful martial arts school survive alone.

Nine out of ten martial arts schools are more or less related to gangs.

Even if it doesn't matter, many of the disciples are also gang members.

The composition of the martial arts hall is so complicated, Wu Jing was worried that Ding Xiu and them would have nothing to eat, even if they won the fight, it would not be impossible for them to do some dirty tricks to keep you from going to the mainland.

If it was an innocent contest, why would Wu Jing be so worried.

For example, in the mainland, Ding Xiu dances casually, and it doesn't matter if he chooses a school by himself. In broad daylight, the world is bright, and no one can do anything to him.

Both the public and private losers can only pinch their noses.

Hong Kong Island is different, the group is very strong, from so many martial arts gymnastics at the same time, it can be seen how much he hates Ding Xiu.

To put it bluntly, it is called Baotuan, but to put it bluntly, it is xenophobic. I feel that the martial arts here cannot be trampled by Ding Xiu, a boy from the mainland, and must return to the venue early.

Ding Xiu narrowed his eyes and said, "A society ruled by law, isn't it?"

"Whoever dares to gamble, it's always right to be careful." Wu Jing continued to persuade with earnest words: "My master has spoken and told you not to agree. Later, he will also set up a ring in Beiping. Welcome to the martial arts on Hong Kong Island to challenge."

Ding Xiu raised his eyebrows: "Is it so big?"

Wu Jing frowned: "Who said it wasn't?"

The two arenas in the north and the south are fighting each other. This kind of scene has never happened in decades.

Hong Kong Island wants to defeat Ding Xiu, and the Wu soldiers in Beiping want to protect him. Neither side will give way to the other, and they have reached a stalemate.

There are many martial arts people in Hong Kong Island, and there are definitely masters. Even Ding Xiu dare not say that he is invincible.

If he wins and offends the martial arts on Hong Kong Island, he will not dare to come to this land again in the future, and if he loses, it will be even worse, his reputation will be ruined, and he may lose his career in the entertainment industry.

Wu Bing is the head coach. Over the years, he has known many people and taught many students. He can pull out the most capable fighters in China to take the stage in minutes. Under pressure, the martial arts on Hong Kong Island dare not take him lightly. beat.

Now all parties are waiting for Ding Xiu's attitude.

There are three kinds of situations waiting for him, the first is to accept the move, go to the stage to compete with several big martial arts halls, the second is not to accept the move, pretend that he didn’t hear it, and get away with it, and the third is to admit his mistake with tea.

No matter which one you choose, there are risks.

In Wu Jing's opinion, the second option is the most dangerous, if he refuses to agree, but also refuses, this kind of attitude is afraid that someone will come to his door and beat him to death.

The third one is the best, serve tea and admit your mistake. If you are aggrieved, you will be a little aggrieved. It is better to be safe. Give the other party a step down, and everyone will turn major issues into small ones.

But Wu Jing knew that it was absolutely impossible for Ding Xiu to choose the third option. People who learn martial arts should cultivate three points of murderous aura first, and those who can practice kung fu to Ding Xiu's level, which one is not a master with a firm will and daring to fight hard? It's not him who bows his head easily.

"It's hard work Mr. Wu, I've accepted my favor, and I'll bring two bottles of good wine to drink with him." Ding Xiu said with a light smile, "But let me handle it myself."

"I haven't done it for a long time, my hands are very itchy, I would like to see if the Eight Great Martial Arts Schools really live up to their name."

"It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, I just want to find some masters to loosen my muscles and bones. If they can beat me to death, I can't wait for it."

It's been several years since I came to this world, and it's the first time I feel the atmosphere of martial arts. Not to mention, I'm quite excited.

Not to mention that if you win the battle, you will get the money, and you will not lose money.

He said that it doesn't matter if he wins or loses, but Ding Xiu never thought about losing at all. It wasn't because he was a big fan, and the one who could beat him among his peers hadn't been born yet.

Kung fu is different from other things, it requires actual combat experience.

Those who can participate in life and death fights, break through the limits of their bodies, and walk out of the dead are even more powerful.

Unfortunately, it is a harmonious society now.

How many of the younger generation have fought life and death battles?

Even a professional boxing match is still a sport in the final analysis, and it is stipulated that this cannot be fought and that cannot be fought. Many boxers will never have the opportunity to kill their opponents in their entire lives.

Compared with a master like Ding Xiu who has blood on his hands, warriors in peaceful times are no different from elementary school students.

Wu Jing's eyes twitched wildly, and his heart skipped a beat: "Brother Xiu, you haven't reached the point of beating your life to death, so it's not possible, don't let it get you thinking about it."

He was really afraid that Ding Xiu would kill a few people after he came to power, and that would be a lot of fun.

Which director in the entertainment industry would dare to use him in the future?
Get back in minutes.

Just when he was popular, a fight ruined his future, thank you.

Ding Xiu shrugged: "Just for example, I wanted to kill someone because I was crazy, that's fine, don't worry about this matter, just do as I said, I will accept the bonus when it comes to 100 million, and let them mark it down." Come."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Wu Jing nodded helplessly.

On the same day, Ding Xiu proposed a bonus of 100 million before selling it, and the entertainment industry on Hong Kong Island exploded again. This time, countless netizens scolded him.

"Crazy about money, why don't you grab the 100 million appearance fee?"

"This kid probably didn't dare to fight, and deliberately raised the threshold of the bonus setting, so that the eight major martial arts halls retreated in the face of difficulties."

"Smart people do it, 100 million is not a small amount, and Ding Xiu is not an unknown person. Who dares to say that he can win 100% of him, even if he loses his reputation, he also loses [-] million. Anyone with a little brain will weigh it."

"Damn, I'll contribute 500 yuan, let Ding Xiu take the stage quickly."

"I offer two hundred."

"I offered one thousand, just to see this pretender get beaten."

"Let's work together to raise some money to get Ding Xiu up."

Netizens on Hong Kong Island launched a fundraiser, expressing that they want Ding Xiu to be beaten on stage.

Several major martial arts gyms are well-known, and it is not enough for netizens to raise money for them to fight in the ring. The Wing Chun gymnasium received 100 million yuan that day, and the media called Ding Xiu to accept the move.

I don't know if it's because 100 million is a little distressed, Wing Chun Martial Arts is very hot-tempered, and said that if Ding Xiu doesn't accept the trick, he will beat him once in the future.

The next day, before Ding Xiu could speak to him, Wu Bing hurried over from the mainland, bringing along some famous martial arts experts.

Knowing that Ding Xiu was going to fight, they said they would be his witnesses so as not to be bullied.

Ding Xiu was happy to have someone help with the work, and left all the rest to Wu Bing and the others.

Two days later, the competition process was discussed. The venue was set at a century-old teahouse. The number of people going upstairs was limited, and photos and videos were not allowed.

If he wins, Ding Xiu will take away 100 million. If he loses, he will admit his mistake to Wing Chun.

But no matter whether you win or lose, you can't make small moves afterwards. This is the premise.

This was the last thing Wu Bing could do for Ding Xiu.

……

According to the agreed time, Ding Xiu came to the teahouse on time, and Wu Jing and director Li Zizhong personally sent him over.

Before getting out of the car, Wu Jing was cursing.

"It's true what you said, what's the point of filming if you're going to get into a fight with someone, it's the real thing to focus on practicing martial arts in the past two days."

After confirming that he wanted to fight, Ding Xiu had been filming around the clock for the past two days. He was going to be in the ring at noon today, and he even filmed all night last night.

Sometimes even Wu Jing admires his calmness.

Li Zizhong, the driver, said: "Say a few words, don't affect Brother Xiu's mood."

Downstairs in the teahouse, journalists, media, martial arts disciples, and passers-by are surrounded by three floors and three floors outside, and the road is blocked.

Li Zizhong exaggerated: "The last time there was such a big event was Andy Lau's concert."

He didn't expect that there would be so many people coming today, and several streets would be blocked.

Seeing Ding Xiu's car enter the arena, the crowd immediately surrounded him like a tide. Li Zizhong and Wu Jing turned into bodyguards, and Wu Xing, together with several film crews, held Ding Xiu in the middle, allowing him to enter the teahouse safely.

"Crack!"

After entering the building, the door behind him was closed, and it was very quiet all of a sudden.

There were quite a few people in the lobby on the first floor, all of them were high-level officials from major martial arts gyms, and there were some people that Ding Xiu didn't know, so he guessed they were big bosses watching the fun.

"Master Ding, in order to welcome you, today the hall of Yunlou is cleared, please go upstairs."

Ding Xiu cupped his hands towards the speaker: "Thank you."

The teahouse is worthy of being a century-old teahouse. The overall style is black. Unlike ordinary teahouses, modern technological products are rarely seen here.

Stairs, floors, hollowed out flower carvings, screens, tables, chairs, and stools are all made of wood.

Among them, several tables are dark in color and thick in pulp. It seems that they have been aged for a while, and the aroma of hot tea is overflowing, which is very charming.

Normally, Ding Xiu would have a drink up and down, but today's situation didn't allow it, so he walked to the stairs, where a man in his 30s stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Cai Li Fo Ma Qiang, I want to ask Master Ding for advice."

In the hall, many eyes looked over, and some people were smiling, drinking tea and watching the show.

Ding Xiu glanced back, saw no one spoke, and said, "Fight me, are you ready for the appearance fee?"

Ma Qiang's face turned red, where could he fix Ding's 100 million yuan? That was 100 million yuan, not 100 yuan.

Ding Xiu said lightly: "You can fight if you want, but if you lose, I will take your martial arts brand."

Ma Qiang pursed his lips and did not dare to say anything, his eyes turned to an old man in the hall.

This is no longer someone he can decide on. If he loses the signboard of the martial arts hall, it is much more ruthless than 100 million. The brand of the martial arts hall has been picked up by others. How can he open the door to recruit disciples in the future?
Forget about closing the door.

Or you can only open the door again in another city.

The old man sat on the grand teacher's chair as stable as Mount Tai, stroked his white beard on his chin, and nodded slightly.

"Since children want to play, we Cai Lifu will accompany you. What if you lose?"

Ding Xiu said loudly: "If you lose, I'll give you 100 million. It doesn't matter which martial arts school it is today. Similarly, if you want to make a move, prepare the brand of your own martial arts school."

Come on, it’s boring to play only one Wing Chun. There are so many schools, it’s a pity not to try them one by one.

As for the fact that if they lose, they will close their doors, Ding Xiu has never thought about it. There are many inheritors of a martial art. Taking Hong Quan as an example, there are not one thousand martial arts schools in the world, there are eight hundred.

All he wants is to take off the plaque from the company that challenged him.

There are many Cai Lifus in the world, this one is not bad, and it would not hurt if one family is missing.

"Okay, it's a deal."

"Ma Qiang!"

After receiving the instructions from the master of the martial arts hall, Ma Qiang nodded heavily, stepped on the stairs with his back foot, slowly raised his arms, and posed in a slightly strange posture.

Wu Jing, who was behind him, took a few steps back, leaving room for him to help explain: "Cai Li Fo, as the name suggests, Cai Family Boxing, Li Family Foot, and Buddhist Palm, the three kung fu together are called Cai Li Fo School."

"The boxing method is usually fierce, the fighting style is vigorous, the Buddhist palm is soft, the two are firm and soft, and the Li family's feet are as fast as lightning, and it is impossible to guard against."

Hearing Wu Jing's explanation, Ding Xiu groaned, and said to Ma Qiang, "One kung fu can be learned for a lifetime, and it is not easy for ordinary people to master one. I don't know Cai Lifo, which one did you learn from?"

Ma Qiang was not annoyed when someone revealed his old background before he even started to fight. Cai Lifu is a famous boxer and many people know about it. It is not surprising. The characteristics of martial arts can be clearly felt.

"Anyone knows a little bit, please!"

Ding Xiu smiled: "Not bad, then try you first."

After finishing the words, he stepped out with his front foot, and there was a loud bang on the wooden floor, and then he handed out his fist.

Baji stomped his feet, force through the back of his hand, this punch was full of strength.

The distance between the two was less than one meter, so it was not easy to hide or connect at such a close distance.

Ma strengthened his fists into palms, reached forward with one hand in an instant, grabbed Ding Xiu's forearm, stepped back, and at the same time poked Ding Xiu's chest with his knee.

The corner of Ding Xiu's mouth curled up, his fist opened, and he grabbed Ma Qiang's arm with his backhand, while the other hand slapped down on the attacking knee.

Also grabbing the opponent's arm, Ma Qiang felt that the hands on his arm were much stronger, and it hurt his arm, which showed that Ding Xiu's strength was greater than his.

This is not a good sign.

Ding Xiu didn't have as many thoughts as Ma Qiang, he turned around the moment he grabbed his arm, as if swinging a sledgehammer, using Ma Qiang's arm as a fulcrum, he threw it forcefully behind him.

A person weighing more than 150 kilograms flew four or five meters away. In the hall, some people had already closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the tragic situation that followed.

But Cai Lifo's people just frowned, showing no panic or despair.

In the next second, Ma Qiang, who was in the air, twisted his body, and after removing this force, his feet landed firmly.

"it is good!"

I don't know who yelled, the people in the hall were very excited, this landing was done beautifully.

Even Cai Lifu's old man was very pleased.

When Ma Qiang heard the sound, before he had time to laugh, he raised his head and saw Ding Xiu a few meters away, like a strong horse, rushing forward in two steps, at the same time, his five fingers were clenched like a target, and his arms were like a spear.

"Eight poles, top the elbow!"

With an elbow on his chest, Ma Qiang flew upside down again, this time falling very far, directly crashing into the crowd of people eating melons and drinking tea.

I couldn't get up when I was crawling, and my eyes didn't open again after I was hit. After I landed, my face was as pale as paper, and my breathing was weak.

Fortunately, there was a doctor waiting for him, and he immediately stepped forward to check his body.

First, open the eyelids, look at the pupils with a flashlight, then touch the aorta, check the heart rate...

"The patient passed out temporarily and was not life-threatening, but two broken ribs required immediate surgery."

Ding Xiu withdrew his fists, straightened his body, cupped his hands and said, "I promise, the next one."

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit cold, and no one said a word for a while, and a bunch of big shots looked at each other and looked at you.

In the corner, a middle-aged man in a black leather jacket and sunglasses opened his mouth wide: "Fuck, it's so fierce, it seems that my movies are still conservative."

(End of this chapter)