Ding Xiu sat in the bar for more than an hour, and met several girls who approached him and asked for his phone number, but Wang Baoqiang chased them away one by one.
In Bao Qiang's words, Ding Xiu wants to be a big star in the future, so how can he ruin his reputation on them?
Ding Xiu wanted to persuade him not to meddle in his own business, but he didn't speak out because of his face and glorious image.
After coming out of the bar, the three of them had a barbecue on the street. Everyone was full and Qin Gang went home.
Back in the alley, Ding Xiu and Wang Baoqiang opened the door.
The lights of the house on the left are on, and a figure is sitting on a small bench in the yard eating noodles.
"You are the dancer, Tears." Wang Baoqiang said after seeing the noodle eater clearly.
He has long hair and looks uglier than him. It's not the guy who sang in the bar before, but it looks like he is the musician mentioned by the agent.
Huang Bo looked up and recognized Ding Xiu in less than a second. He quickly stood up and shook hands: "It's you. My name is Huang Bo and I'm from Qingdao."
"My name is Wang Baoqiang, from Xingtai."
"Ding Xiu."
"Would you like some? I still have some in the pot."
"No, I've eaten."
After saying a simple hello, Ding Xiu went back to the house, washed up and went to bed. The only sound in the yard was the exchanges between Wang Baoqiang and Huang Bo.
A few minutes later, Ding Xiu turned on the light and took out the daytime booklet.
"I didn't leave any contact information, how could I return it to you?"
There are photos of the girls, and the information is quite complete, including body measurements, but there is no contact information or contact address.
This is so painful.
In this regard, Ding Xiu can only attribute it to fate but not destiny.
The book closed with a snap and he threw it under the bed.
After a tiring day, Huang Bo felt that he had just fallen asleep, and then he was woken up by the sound of clanking.
I picked up my phone and looked at it, it was four o'clock.
When chatting last night, he knew that Wang Baoqiang was an extra actor and usually got up early, but he didn't expect it to be so early.
Speaking of which, it’s not like he’s never filmed before. He doesn’t get up until seven o’clock.
A small invitation was sent to him, who is also the lead singer of the Blue Wind Sand Band, to come to Peking to guest star in a movie.
The filming lasted for twelve days and the pay was 5,000 yuan.
To be honest, he doesn't have much money. His band can earn a few hundred yuan per performance in Chang'an City, and he can easily earn seven or eight thousand yuan a month.
After arriving in Peiping and joining the crew, he learned that Xiao Gaofu and other actors were being paid, and he didn't want to go back.
Each of his newcomers has 5,000 yuan. You can imagine how many other coffees are higher than him. They all get ten times or dozens of times.
The one with the highest salary is Xiao Gaofu. Already a third-tier actor, he can film five or six movies a year and earn dozens of dollars a year.
When I was young, I thought he had a talent for filming, so I persuaded him to go to a film school, saying that he would make a lot of money by taking him to film in the future.
He was moved.
Disbanded the band and stayed in Peiping, just to apply for Nortel next year.
The current way of survival is to sing in bars, people are cheap when they leave their hometown, and the prices are much lower than in Chang'an, barely enough in Hukou.
In the yard, the noise only lasted for a while. After a few minutes, he heard the sound of the door closing. Huang Bo slowly closed his eyes.
"Clang!"
Tens of minutes later, there was another flurry of excitement.
Ding Xiu got up, and the noise was louder than that of Wang Baoqiang. Huang Bo wanted to curse, so he turned over and covered his head with the quilt and cursed: "You're crazy."
I learned from Wang Baoqiang that Ding Xiu has already become the second male lead in Zhang Jizhong's Swordsman and Rivers crew. He will become a household name just waiting for the TV series to be aired. Now he doesn't want to work as an extra.
Since you are not a group performer, why did you get up so early? Huang Bo didn't understand.
In the courtyard, after washing up, Ding Xiu put on his sportswear and sneakers and went out for a run. When he went to the Swordsman crew, he only carried a pair of shoulders. When he came back, he had a large box full of clothes he bought there.
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The sky is bright and the passers-by going to work are in a hurry.
After breakfast, Ding Xiu went to Shicha Sports School to find Yu Hai, asking questions along the way. What he didn't expect was that Shicha Sports School was not far from the Houhai Bar where he drank last night.
"Hello, is Yu Hai here?"
The door was locked and no one was allowed in, so he asked the security guard first.
"Who are you?"
Afraid of being kicked out for answering the martial arts question, Ding Xiu pondered for a second and then said: "I am a relative of theirs."
"There are so many people in the school. Which team are you looking for Yu Hai, male or female? Do you know the phone number?"
"The man is fifty-nine years old. He practices Seven Star Mantis. He played the role of Li Lienjie's master in Shaolin Temple."
The security guard smiled: "You just open your mouth and speak without drafting."
Ding Xiu didn't know what was wrong with him, but he knew that his secret must have been exposed. He blinked and said, "How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air? I'm really here to find someone."
"Yes, you are here to find someone to be your disciple, right?"
"Um, is it obvious?"
"Since the Shaolin Temple movie was released, I can't even remember how many people came here to see Yu Hai. Some came to be apprentices, some to compete in the gym, but..."
The security guard paused for a moment, emphasized his tone, and said helplessly: "I ask you guys to check the information before coming. Yu Hai is the head coach of the Shandong Wushu Team, not our Shicha Sports School. There is more than a thousand miles between us.
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Ding Xiu was embarrassed. He didn't expect that Yu Hai wasn't here. It was all because the old man didn't make it clear. But he had already come here and he didn't want to leave like this.
"Who is the most powerful among you?"
"Domestic martial arts is divided into 1 to 9 levels, with 1 being the lowest and 9 being the highest. Currently, there are 73 people in the country who are in the 9th level. We have one here, head coach Wu Bing."
"Li Lianjie and Wu Jing were all taught by him step by step. If you want to learn something, you can come to our Shicha Sports School. However, we don't directly accept registration here. You have to first..."
Ding Xiu didn't listen to what he said later. What he cared about was the ninth level of martial arts, with Wu Bing being the highest.
When the security guard learned that Wu Bing was not in the team, Ding Xiu told him that he had a special physique and had practiced martial arts for many years. He was a unique genius. He wanted to join the national team and win glory for the country, but he was a bit old and was afraid that he would not be able to join.
, I want to find out where Wu Bing lives and see if I can get through the back door.
Before he could finish his words, he was chased away by security guards.
At noon, after the security guard changed his guard, Ding Xiu appeared again.
This time he learned a lesson and put on a windbreaker, sunglasses, suit pants, black leather shoes, hair gel, and a basket of fruit in his hand.
I came up to find Wu Bing.
"I also came from a sports school... Wu Jing is my classmate, and that kid was beaten by me every day... I was passing by Peiping and came here to see Teacher Wu... He's not here, so do you know where his home is... Okay, thank you
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According to the address given by the security guard, Ding Xiu came to a community that used to be welfare housing. The senior coaches of the sports school lived here.
Before he could enter the building, an old man and a young man came downstairs.
The young one is the big star Wu Jing, who has played roles in The Kung Fu Boy, The Flying Knife, and The Tai Chi Master. He is relatively well-known and easy to recognize.
The old man has a strong body and looks to be in his forties or fifties, but Ding Xiu knows that he is actually a little older.
"Coach Wu."
After calling out, the old man looked over in confusion. Ding Xiu knew he had found the right person.