“Is there anything wrong with the company recently?”
After the merits, Ding Xiu asked.
Zhao Liying didn't know what Ding Xiu was referring to, so it was a bit difficult to answer, so she scratched her head: "Brother Xiu, are you referring to?"
There are too many things in the company. Meetings are held every now and then, some are studying investment dramas, some are discussing advertising endorsements, some are striving for scripts from major directors, etc.
She is just a little assistant, how can she know so many things?
After asking for nothing, Ding Xiu changed the topic: "What's going on with Lao Huang and Wang Baoqiang?"
I have been busy filming for the past few months, and I have not paid attention to the situation of Huang Bo and Wang Baoqiang, and I don’t know what they are doing.
I can't find someone to drink at night.
"Brother Huang Bo is in his hometown and hasn't been to the company for a long time. Brother Baoqiang has been busy with albums recently. I heard from Sister Yang that he had sent a few more photos at the front desk of our company. I'm about to get them later."
In fact, Zhao Liying shouldn't have known about Huang Bo and Wang Baoqiang's recent situation, but who told her to know Huang Bo's wife and she has always kept in touch.
Wang Baoqiang didn't know much, after all, it was not a company. But after coming back, one of the jobs Yang Siwei gave her was to receive express delivery.
"Han Huang's honeymoon has been a bit long?" Ding Xiu remembered that Huang Bo got married at the beginning of the year. It's mid-year. Should he be so loving?
Zhao Liying smiled: "The couple has a good relationship and it is rare to have a private space. What's wrong with enjoying it more?"
Unlike Ding Xiu and Wang Baoqiang, Huang Bo is not very interested in fame and fortune, and it may be that he is old and sees through it and thinks that it is just plain.
After all, they are all in their thirties, middle-aged people, not handsome, and have no performance characteristics.
If nothing unexpected happens, they will play supporting roles in the future and develop in the direction of Green Leaf.
Ding Xiu sighed: "Yes, different ages and different perceptions. If I reach his age, I will definitely put family first."
"Let's go, go to the company."
"Brother Xiu, let me go with a small matter like express delivery."
"What are you thinking? I went to check out and fulcrum pocket money. I haven't spent it for a long time."
In the garage, Ding Xiu drove out the red and sexy off-road vehicle and took Zhao Liying to Qin Chao entertainment.
I bought this car for myself, which is more comfortable and domineering. He drives it when he is idle and has no use of the driver.
When he came to the company, he asked Zhao Liying to get the express delivery, 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 brought tea and water, chatting with him with a smile.
Ding Xiu is the top leader in the company and a pillar. Although most of the money he earns is his, it has a great reputation effect on the company and is a living sign.
With a step back, Ding Xiu is still the company's major shareholder, so Lao Qin has to serve him well with this.
Don’t just serve tea and water, it’s okay to sip it for him if necessary.
Ahem, try the water temperature.
Ding Xiu looked up at the female secretary in the office with a long legs raised in front and back, and changed her body again. She remembered that she was a blonde and blue-eyed ocean horse last time. This time she looked the same as an Asian, and I don’t know where it was.
Qin Gang, who is a dog, really enjoys his life.
Seeing Ding Xiu's gaze, Qin Gang waved his hand to let the secretary go out, and then smiled faintly: "South Korea, I admire the traditional culture of our company, so I recruited her."
Ding Xiu: "..."
God's traditional culture.
Which aspect of traditional culture?
"Brother Xiu, don't worry about it. Xiaolan has greeted me, and there is no need to envy this kind of life."
This occasional little mood only solves a little psychological desire. As long as you think, everyone can do it. You can eat in restaurants in high-rise buildings and street stalls, but it is just the difference between spending more or less money.
Ding Xiu, the time management master, is really a show. He is both on the level of a goddess.
It’s still true love, who believes it if you say it?
He is simply a scumbag master.
If he was a few years younger, Qin Gang would have wanted to learn from Ding Xiu and learn a few tricks.
In fact, even if Xiaolan has never said hello, Qin Gang would not let Ding Xiu do whatever he wants. The identity is too sensitive and it is easy to lose its fortune.
It is better to find an assistant than to find these people. At least they are stern and say they are girlfriends when something happens. Anyway, the man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried. Fans will only bless you when they find out.
Crossing his legs, Ding Xiu shook his head and blew a sip of tea: "I'm not interested in this."
What is the difference between spending money and visiting a kiln? It has no mood at all.
Qin Gang breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not a good habit. Don't learn from me. By the way, what's going on with you today?"
Ding Xiu took a sip of tea and said lightly: "Pulus pocket money."
"Didn't I give you a card? Not enough?"
Ding Xiu's money was all in Gao Yuanyuan. I was afraid that he would spend a lot of money and lack money. Qin Gang specially got a card for Ding Xiu and sent some money from time to time.
The money is not too much, but it is also quite a lot. Not to mention just coping with daily expenses, it is enough to buy a house.
"No, I won't come to you if I have enough. The weather is very hot. I want to go to the beach for a few days and buy a yacht to take a breather."
"puff!"
Qin Gang sprayed out a sip of tea and stared at Ding Xiu with wide eyes.
It's hot, so I have to go to the beach to play and buy a yacht to take a breather. Is this human talk?
This is like the weather is good, you have to go out to visit the park and then buy a car.
"I said Brother Xiu, just rent one. It's not cost-effective to buy a yacht. I can't play for a few days a year."
The price of a yacht ranges from tens of thousands to tens of millions. Ding Xiu would have to make hundreds of thousands of dollars in his attempt, just to play for a few days, which is not cost-effective at all.
"What's wrong with me enjoying it every day?"
Qin Gang had no choice but to: "Okay, I'll give it to you, I'll ask the finance department to hit you right away."
This is nothing wrong with it. The money is spent. Ding Xiu's net worth has long been tens of millions. He has no expenses in normal times and lives a hard life. It is indeed a bit undesirable.
Other artists are not as good as Ding Xiuhong, and their lives are so prosperous, including sports cars, luxury houses, high-end hotels, or going to Macau to spend a lot of money.
"Give me three million first, and have a fun with the entire medium-sized yacht."
Ding Xiu said it lightly, and Qin Gang's eyes turned red: "Brother Xiu, this is not how money is spent."
Three million, medium-sized yachts, and still play.
I just said that Ding Xiu was simple and lived a hard life. This is a big move.
"Brother Xiu, if you have too much money to use it, listen to me and buy a few houses. The house price is one per month, and you can make a lot of money in the future."
Qin Gang also likes to enjoy it, but it doesn’t cost much money. He spends most of the money on investing in a house, so he has more than a dozen houses in his name.
The house will not depreciate. Even if it is not rented out, it will be a lot of money to sell it in the future, which will be enough to support generations.
Ding Xiu shook his head: "I won't buy it, I'm afraid of a financial crisis."
Qin Gang laughed loudly: "Other things may drop, housing prices will not, and they will only rise higher in the next few years. Next year will be the Olympics. Look, the housing prices in Peking will increase by at least five times."
Next year is 2008, and it will be the turn of Peking to host the Olympics. Now many places have started construction. One of the reasons for the sharp rise in housing prices is due to the Olympics.
When the Olympics are over next year, there will probably be a big increase. At that time, he will sell out the house he has and make a big profit.
"I don't understand, I can't play, I'm not interested."
Ding Xiu didn't dare to do things that were not sure about. He was a property speculator, stock speculation, and company management. These were all his weaknesses. He spent money and time, so he rarely touched them.
"Oh, you are not lucky."
He shook his head and sighed. Qin Gang went out to find the finance department to send money to Ding Xiu. When he arrived at 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 will I buy it, I will go and have a vacation for myself."
...
While waiting for Qin Gang, Ding Xiu came to his office, and Zhao Liying was cleaning with a rag.
There was a courier on the table that was not opened. It was guessed that Wang Baoqiang sent it and Ding Xiu opened it. It was really an album.
Turn on the computer and put the CD in. After a while, Wang Baoqiang's beautiful singing came out.
It can be said that Baoqiang sings all depends on emotions and has no skills.
If Wang Baoqiang's acting talent is for God's food, then his singing talent is for God's fault.
The voice has no distinctive features, and singing is not a good song, ordinary love.
When Ding Xiu thought of Wang Baoqiang's face, he really couldn't hear any unforgettable love story he could have in his life.
Taking out your phone, Ding Xiu called Wang Baoqiang: "I received your album and just listened to it."
"How is it, brother?"
Wang Baoqiang asked excitedly.
"You should act well in the future."
Wang Baoqiang smirked and scratched his head: "Many people say this, and I don't think it's good, but the agent insists on forcing me to post."
Ding Xiu smiled and said, "What are you busy with recently?"
"Which is 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 do you write, online novel?"
He practiced martial arts at the age of six and went to Shaolin Temple at the age of eight. He had not graduated from elementary school, so he went to write a book?
It's better to sing.
"No, I wrote an autobiography."
Ding Xiu: "..."
This time he was really convinced, Wang Baoqiang's autobiography, from extras to big stars?
"It's okay. Write down your difficulty and pain in moving to Beijing, encourage and encourage those young actors at the bottom, and give them a hope."
Wang Baoqiang was originally an idol of an extra. Many people know that he has gone from an extra to today, but he doesn't know many details.
If you can know more stories, this needle of chicken blood may have some effect.
If you think about it better, you can see from the story of Baoqiang that it is difficult to become famous. It is not just hard work and hard work. It can more or less give those who are trying to become famous overnight.
Wang Baoqiang was stunned. He didn't know why Ding Xiu thought of Beijing's migration. He had never thought about writing these things.
"I don't write about the Beijing-based migration, I write about rural affairs, my dad, my mom, my oxen pen... Brother Xiu, you have a high education, remember to help me explain a preface at that time."
"Okay, I will write it for you!"
Didn't want to continue chatting anymore, Ding Xiu gritted his teeth and hung up the phone.
He did not avoid the call between him and Wang Baoqiang. Zhao Liying could hear 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 wonderful than Wang Baoqiang. He was just a world of swords and deceptions.
The world of the Ming Dynasty is not like the present. The young and dandy movies are a bit restored to the past underworld. In the movie, Chen Haonan faces people who are weaker than him, just say, "What are you watching?" Is there a one-on-one challenge?"
In the Ming Dynasty, the underworld really wanted to move people, but they would not say this.
If you disagree, you will draw a knife to kill someone, put drugs, stab the knife in the back, use your parents as a threat, and destroy the family if you say you are destroyed. The unethical things you do are hard to write.
Ding Xiu's lips opened slightly, thinking that his autobiography might not be read. It was too bloody, but then he thought that he couldn't finish publishing, so why not write it into an online novel?
I wrote about Ding Xiu of the Ming Dynasty. What does it have to do with me?
"That's right!"
He did it right away. Ding Xiu turned on the computer and typed the first line of words on Word.
What he wrote was what he had experienced before, and there was no such thing as Kaven, and those people and things that had been covered with for a long time slowly came to his mind.
I don’t know when Zhao Liying came behind Ding Xiu and secretly looked at 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 very high, but he is proficient in classical Chinese and has a deep study of ancient culture. In his writing, a bloody and traditional world slowly emerged.
One hour later.
"Pap!"
After writing two thousand words, Ding Xiu left the keyboard with both hands and stretched his waist.
"Let's stop here today, and write it if you have time."
If it is filming, he can shoot for more than ten hours in a row. If it is practicing martial arts, he can practice for one day.
If you change to sitting in front of the computer to write words, two thousand words a day is really the limit.
It is true that he is proficient in ancient Chinese, but writing stories requires thinking. Some words and sentences should be used, and people and place names should still be beautified. The story should not be too bloody. If it is too true, he is afraid that the police will come to him.
What kind of hot blood splattered on the face and smelled fishy, and the intestines were flowing out with one knife... Many details were written by people who had never experienced it.
He couldn't explain clearly if he was really asked.
"Ah, this." Zhao Liying stared at her eyes widened: "Is that just that?"
"If you have time, write again, I'm very tired." Ding Xiu stood up: "Let's go, go home for dinner, and then we will write novels when we go to work."
In July, Ding Xiu got the yacht. Thinking that there were so many people, he invited Yang Siwei, Qin Gang and others to go with him. There were still few people behind him. Qin Gang directly proposed to build a team and make the idle woman in the company.
All the artists were called.
So, on the deck, there were a series of beauties in swimsuits, all of whom were good-looking and beautiful.
"Hello Brother Xiu, I am Yuan Shanshan, Mimi's classmate. Do you still remember me?"
"Remember, of course."
I don’t remember before, but this time Ding Xiu remembers that it’s hard for a beauties with a vest line to forget.
"Didn't you go to the Dream of Red Mansions crew?" Turning your eyes away from Yuan Shanshan, Ding Xiu looked at Yang Mi, who was also in a swimsuit.
The little girl was growing up. She was still a little Mimi in the past two years, but now she is already a big Mimi.
He has a good figure and fierce waves.
"I made a movie before, called Wang Zhaojun. It happened to be broadcast 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. She practices speaking, walking, and also has to appreciate the original works of Red Mansions every day. She is about to collapse during the period of joining the group. She finally took a leave to relax. I heard that the team building here came here.
Recommended words: Wen Zhixing travels to the world of cultivation and becomes a male disciple of Wanmiao Palace.
Because of his extraordinary talent, he has become a hot commodity in the eyes of all demons. However, his health is deficient and his life will not last long.
There is no way out for others. Wen Zhixing found that he could see the [fragments of fortune] on others. As long as he consumed his life, he could collect fortune.
...
At this point, Wen Zhixing transformed and reborn.
The road to immortality is long, Wen Zhixing only asks one question: How deep is the witch's Taoist practice?