This actor wants to pay more

Chapter 292 Ding Xiu Writes a Novel

"Has anything happened in the company recently?"

Ding Xiu asked after receiving his merit.

Zhao Liying didn't know what aspect Ding Xiu was referring to, so it was a bit difficult to answer, so she scratched her head: "Brother Xiu, what do you mean?"

There are many things in the company, there are meetings every now and then, some are researching investment dramas, some are discussing advertising endorsements, some are fighting for scripts from big directors, and so on.

She is just a little assistant, how can she know so many things?
Knowing the question, Ding Xiu changed the subject: "What's the situation with Lao Huang and Wang Baoqiang?"

I have been busy with filming for the past few months, so I haven't paid attention to the situation of Huang Bo and Wang Baoqiang, and I don't know why they went there.

I couldn't find someone to drink with at night.

"Brother Huang Bo is in his hometown. He hasn't been to the company for a long time. Brother Baoqiang is busy with the album recently. I heard from Sister Yang that he sent a few albums to the front desk of our company. I'm going to pick them up soon."

In fact, Zhao Liying should not have known about the recent situation of Huang Bo and Wang Baoqiang, but who told her to know Huang Bo's wife and kept in touch.

Wang Baoqiang didn't know much about it, it wasn't a company after all, but one of the jobs Yang Siwei gave her after she came back happened to be receiving couriers.

"Is Lao Huang's honeymoon a bit long?" Ding Xiu remembered that Huang Bo got married at the beginning of the year. It's already the middle of the year. Do you want to be so affectionate?
Zhao Liying smiled: "The young couple have a good relationship, it's rare to have a private space, what's the matter with enjoying it more?"

Unlike Ding Xiu and Wang Baoqiang, Huang Bo didn't care too much about fame and fortune, or maybe it was because he was old, he saw it through, and felt that it was true to be mediocre.

After all, they are all in their 30s, middle-aged, not handsome, and have no acting characteristics themselves.

If there is no accident, they will all play supporting roles in the future, developing in the direction of green leaves.

Ding Xiu said with emotion: "Yes, different ages have different perceptions. If I reach his age, I will definitely put family first."

"Let's go, follow me to the company."

"Brother Xiu, let me do such trivial matters as getting the courier."

"What are you thinking? I'm going to pay the bill. I need some pocket money. It's been a long time since I spent anything."

In the garage, Ding Xiu drove out the red SUV and took Zhao Liying to Qin Chao for entertainment.

I bought this car to drive for myself. It is more comfortable and domineering. When I have nothing to do, he is the one who drives it. I don’t need a driver.

When he came to the company, he asked Zhao Liying to pick up the courier, and he went straight to Qin Gang's office.

"The God of Wealth is here, sit down!"

As soon as he entered the door, Qin Gang served tea and water, and chatted with him with a smile.

Ding Xiu is the company's first brother and a pillar, although most of the money he earns belongs to him, but the reputation effect he brings to the company is great, and it is a living sign.

Taking ten thousand steps back, Ding Xiu is still the major shareholder of the company, and based on this, Lao Qin has to take good care of him.

Don't say it's just serving tea and water, it's okay to give him a word if necessary.

Cough cough, take a moment to test the water temperature.

Ding Xiu raised his head and glanced at the female secretary in the office with protruding back and long legs, and she changed again. I remember that last time it was a blond and blue-eyed big horse. This time, the complexion looked the same as that of an Asian.

Qin Gang, who is a dog day, really enjoys life.

Sensing Ding Xiu's gaze, Qin Gang waved the secretary out, and then said with a light smile, "She's from Korea. She admires our company's traditional culture, so I recruited her."

Ding Xiu: "..."

What a traditional culture.

Which aspect of traditional culture?
"Brother Xiu, don't worry about it, Xiaolan greeted me before, and you don't have to envy this kind of life."

This kind of occasional flirting is just to solve the psychological desires. As long as you think about it, everyone can eat it. You can eat it in restaurants in high-rise buildings and roadside stalls, but the difference is that you spend more money and less money.

Ding Xiu, the master of time management, is the real showman. He is on two boats, both of whom are goddesses.

It's really true love, who will believe it?

He is simply a scumbag patriarch.

If he was a few years younger, Qin Gang would want to learn from Ding Xiu and learn a few tricks.

In fact, even if Xiaolan hadn't said hello, Qin Gang wouldn't let Ding Xiu mess around. With his identity, he was too sensitive and easily overturned.

To find these people, it is better to find an assistant, at least have a strict mouth, and if something happens, they will say that they are girlfriends. Anyway, the men are unmarried, and the women are unmarried. Fans will only bless them when they find out.

With Erlang's legs crossed, Ding Xiu shook his head and took a sip of tea: "I'm not interested in this."

Spending money to play is no different from visiting a kiln, there is no sentimentality at all.

Qin Gang breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not a good habit, don't imitate me, by the way, what's your business here today?"

Ding Xiu took a sip of tea, and said lightly, "Fulfill pocket money."

"Didn't I give you a card, isn't it enough?"

Ding Xiu's money is all in Gao Yuanyuan's place, fearing that he will spend a lot of money and be short of money, Qin Gang specially got a card for Ding Xiu, sending some money in from time to time.

The money is not too much, but it is not too much, let alone just to meet the daily expenses, it is enough to buy a house.

"Nonsense, I won't come to you if it's enough. The weather is very hot. I want to go to the beach for a few days and buy a yacht to have some fun."

"puff!"

Qin Gang took a sip of tea and stared at Ding Xiu with wide eyes.

The weather is hot, you want to go to the beach to play, buy a yacht to have a good time, is this human?
This is the same as buying a car when the weather is good and you want to go out to the park.

"I said Brother Xiu, just rent one. It's not worth buying a yacht. You can't enjoy it for a few days a year."

The price of a yacht ranges from 10,000+ to tens of millions. Ding Xiu would have to pay hundreds of thousands more, just to play for a few days, which is not worth it at all.

"Filming is so tiring every day, what's wrong with me enjoying myself?"

Qin Gang had no choice but to say, "Okay, I'll give you a few hundred thousand? I'll call the finance department right away."

There is nothing wrong with saying this, the money is for spending, Ding Xiu's net worth is already in the tens of millions, and he usually has no expenses, and his life is miserable, haha, it is indeed a bit unseemly.

Other artists are not as good as Ding Xiuhong, and their small life is so prosperous, sports cars, luxury houses, high-end hotels, or go to Macau Stud, spending a lot of money.

"Give me 300 million first, and play with the entire medium-sized yacht."

Ding Xiu said it lightly, and Qin Gang's eyes were red: "Brother Xiu, that's not how money is spent."

300 million, a medium-sized yacht, still playing.

Just now he said that Ding Xiu is simple and his life is miserable haha, what the hell is holding back his big move.

"Brother Xiu, if you have more money than you can use up, listen to me and buy a few flats. The house price is one month, and you will earn a lot of money in the future."

Qin Gang also likes to enjoy, but it doesn't cost much to enjoy. Most of the money is used to invest in houses, which will have more than a dozen houses under his name.

The house will not depreciate in value. Even if it is not rented out, it will be a lot of money if it is resold in the future, enough to feed several generations.

Ding Xiu shook his head: "I won't buy it, I'm afraid of the financial crisis."

Qin Gang laughed loudly: "Other things may fall, but housing prices will not. In the next few years, they will only rise even higher. Next year will be the Olympics. Let's see, the housing prices in Beiping will increase by at least five times."

Next year will be [-], and it will be the turn of Beijing to host the Olympic Games. Construction has already started in many places, and a big reason for the sharp rise in housing prices is the Olympic Games.

After next year's Olympics, it is estimated that there will be a big increase, and then he will sell his house to make a fortune.

"I don't understand, I can't play, I'm not interested."

Ding Xiu doesn't dare to do things that he is not sure about. Real estate speculation, stock speculation, and company management are all his weaknesses. He spends money and time, so he rarely touches them.

"Oh, you, no luck."

Shaking his head with emotion, Qin Gang went out to find the accountant to pay Ding Xiu, and when he got to the door, he turned his head and said, "Remember to buy it in the name of the company, so you can spend less money."

"By the way, when I buy it, I will go to play with it and give myself a vacation."

……

While waiting for Qin Gang, Ding Xiu came to his office, and Zhao Liying was cleaning with a rag.

On the table was an unopened courier. It was guessed that it was sent by Wang Baoqiang, and Ding Xiu opened it. It was really an album.

Turn on the computer, put the CD into it, and Wang Baoqiang's beautiful singing came out after a while.

It can be said that Baoqiang's singing is all about emotion, without any skills.

If it is said that Wang Baoqiang's acting talent is God's reward, then his singing talent is God's fault.

The voice is not distinctive at all, and the song is not a good song, just ordinary love.

Thinking of Wang Baoqiang's face, Ding Xiu really couldn't tell what unforgettable love story he could have in his life.

Taking out his mobile phone, Ding Xiu called Wang Baoqiang: "I received your album, I just listened to it."

"How is it, bro?"

Wang Baoqiang asked excitedly.

"In the future, you should act well."

Wang Baoqiang smirked and scratched his head: "A lot of people say that, and I don't think it's good, but the manager insists on forcing me to post it."

Ding Xiu smiled and said, "What have you been up to lately?"

"Writing a book." Over there, Wang Baoqiang's voice was sonorous and powerful, as if he was talking about something proud.

Ding Xiu: "..."

"What book to write, an online novel?"

He practiced martial arts at the age of six, and went to Shaolin Temple at the age of eight. He didn't graduate from elementary school, so he went to write a book?
It's not as good as singing.

"No, I'm writing an autobiography."

Ding Xiu: "..."

This time he is really convinced, Wang Baoqiang's autobiography, from group performer to big star?
"It's okay, write about your hardships and bitterness in the north, encourage and encourage those low-level actors, and give them hope."

Wang Baoqiang was originally an idol of swarm performances. Many people know that he has come from swarm performances step by step to today, but many of the details are unknown.

If more stories can be known, maybe this injection of chicken blood will be of some use.

Thinking about it better, we can see from Bao Qiang's story that it is not easy to become famous, and it does not depend on hard work and hard work. It can more or less give a wake-up call to those who try to become famous overnight.

Wang Baoqiang was stunned for a moment, wondering why Ding Xiu would think of Bei Piao, he never thought of writing about it.

"I don't write about Bei Piao, I write about rural affairs, my father, my mother, my family's cattle pen...Brother Xiu, you are highly educated, remember to give me a preface when the time comes."

"Okay, I will definitely write to you!"

Not wanting to chat anymore, Ding Xiu gritted his teeth and hung up the phone.

The conversation between him and Wang Baoqiang did not avoid anyone, Zhao Liying heard it clearly, and said with a smile: "Brother Xiu, why don't you write an autobiography too?"

Ding Xiu's heart moved. If he wrote an autobiography, he would definitely be more exciting than Wang Baoqiang.

The Jianghu of the Ming Dynasty was not like it is now. The Young and Dangerous movie is a bit of a restoration of the underworld in the past. In the movie, Chen Haonan faced someone weaker than himself, and he just said what the hell are you watching, a kind of heads-up?
In the Ming Dynasty, the underworld really wanted to impress people, so they wouldn't say these things.

Draw a knife to kill people if they disagree, drugged them, stabbed them in the back, used their parents as a threat, and destroyed the family if they said they would destroy the family.

Ding Xiu's lips parted slightly, and he wanted to say that his autobiography might be unreadable if it was written, it would be too bloody, but then he thought about it, if it can't be published, why not write it as an online novel?
I wrote about Ding Xiu of the Ming Dynasty, so what does it matter to me?

"Also ha!"

Going ahead, Ding Xiu turned on the computer and typed the first line of words on Word.

What he writes is what he has experienced before, and there is no existence. As soon as Cavin said, those people and things that had been dusty for a long time slowly came to mind.

At some point, Zhao Liying came behind Ding Xiu and secretly read the words on the computer.

She just said it casually, but she didn't expect Ding Xiu to actually write it.

There are already hundreds of words on the screen.

Ding Xiu's literary talent is actually not high, but he is proficient in classical Chinese and has a deep understanding of ancient culture. Under his pen, a bloody traditional world is slowly coming out.

after an hour.

"Snapped!"

After writing two thousand words, Ding Xiu left the keyboard with both hands and stretched.

"Let's stop here today, and write when I have time."

If it's filming, he can shoot for more than ten hours in a row; if it's martial arts, he can practice for a day.

Instead of sitting in front of the computer and typing, two thousand words a day is really the limit.

It is true that he is proficient in ancient Chinese, but writing a story requires brains, some words and sentences, names of people and places should be beautified, and the story should not be too bloody. If it is too real, he is afraid that the police will come to his door.

The hot blood splattered on the face full of fishy smell, and the intestines flowed out when the knife was cut... Many details were written by people who have not experienced it.

If he was really going to be questioned, he couldn't explain clearly.

"Ah, here." Zhao Liying's almond-shaped eyes widened: "Is that all?"

"Write again when you have time, I'm very tired." Ding Xiu got up: "Let's go, go home for dinner, and we'll write novels after work."

In July, Ding Xiu bought the yacht. Thinking of the crowds, he invited Yang Siwei, Qin Gang and others to go together, but there were still few people in the back, so Qin Gang directly proposed a team building, where the girls who were still idle in the company Artists are called.

So, on the deck, there was a row of beauties in swimsuits, all of whom were in good shape and beautiful appearance.

"Brother Xiu, hello, I'm Yuan Shanshan, Mimi's classmate, do you remember me?"

"Remember, of course."

I didn't remember it before, but Ding Xiu remembered it this time. It's hard for a beauty with a vest line to forget.

"Didn't you go to the crew of Dream of Red Mansions?" Averting his eyes from Yuan Shanshan, Ding Xiu looked at Yang Mi who was also in a swimsuit.

The little girl is growing up, she was still a little girl two years ago, now she is already a big girl.

Great body and ferocious waves.

"I filmed a movie before, called Wang Zhaojun. It just happened to be aired recently. I asked for leave for a few days to cooperate with the crew's promotion."

The crew of Dream of Red Mansions is very strict. They practice speaking and walking every day, and they still need the original works of Magenta Mansions. She was about to collapse during the time she joined the team. She finally got a leave of absence to relax. She came here when she heard that there was a team building here.

　Recommendation: Wen Zhixing traveled to the world of cultivating immortals and became a male disciple of Wanmiao Palace.

　　Because of her extraordinary talent, she has become a favorite in the eyes of all the witches, but her body is weak, and her life is not long.

　　There is no unparalleled road, and Wen Zhixing found that he could see the [Fragments of Creation] on other people, as long as he consumed his lifespan, he could collect fortune.

　　……

　　So far, Wen Zhixing has been transformed and reborn.

　　The road to immortality is long, and Wen Zhixing only asked one question: How deep is the witchcraft?
　　


(End of this chapter)