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 did not fall in love with 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, there are also such people among actresses. Some are arrogant and arrogant, and will not 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 all the employees he met along the way greeted him.

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

…

"Ming Jin, dark 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 skills 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 this is normal. My master didn't tell me either."

After finding an excuse, Ding Xiu ignored it.

He really doesn't know what the bright and dark powers 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 King Kong 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 hole the size of his fist 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 break through it.

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

In an instant, Ding Xiu punched through the sandbag without shaking. 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 when they were put together, he was confused. What does it mean to send and receive freely, and what does it mean to be condensed and not dispersed?

Seeing his confusion, Ding Xiu shook his head: "You haven't even 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 a 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 so many shadows of fighting in Ding Xiu's boxing. 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 it is, 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 learn it.

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

Because once you take action, it's all a famous move.

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

"Awesome." Zhang Weiqiang gave a thumbs up despite feeling uncomfortable: "Is this the strength of the Jibai School? 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 movies.

"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 the greatest strength 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 extra for work.

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

However, what Zhang Wei said is not unreasonable. It is 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 get started, using coercion and inducement. It's really easy for the timid to 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 matters to professionals.
To be continued...