His tongue was numb, and Ding Xiu didn't even taste the quality of the tea. He put the cup on the table and didn't want to drink it again.
However, he found that Qin Gang's tea set was good.
"Your teapot has something."
Ding Xiu picked up the teapot and looked carefully, poured himself a cup of water. The water column looked good and the water cut function was good. He gently touched the spout, but no drop was spilled out.
The teapot's belly carved are the four gentlemen among flowers.
The signature is from Jiajing, Ming Dynasty.
"That's not, a real antique, more than 800,000 yuan a handful." Qin Gang said proudly: "Huang Shengyi's husband sold mine."
Ding Xiu was stunned for a moment before remembering who Huang Shengyi's husband was.
Huang Shengyi is still single.
But her relatives and friends, and some people in the circle, know that she is already married. She got married two years ago when she was playing the fairy matchmaker. Her husband is Dong Yong.
The original name is Yang, and his name is Yang Zai, an outsider, who runs a company, has a lot of money.
Before, Huang Shengyi was an artist at Stephen Chow's company. Later, he changed jobs and refused to let him go. The two companies filed a lawsuit. At that time, the person standing behind Huang Shengyi was Yang Zai.
With the help of Yang Zai, Huang Shengyi successfully got rid of her status as a worker and then shot the role of the female lead.
It can be said that Yang Zai made an indelible contribution to her being able to win the title of four little actresses.
In addition to film and television investment, Yang Zai also has many antiques. It is said that he has a lot of research on this area, but he has not achieved much and often suffers losses.
His love is comparable to that of Li Yapeng, who likes to engage in real estate development.
In private, someone gave the two people the name of "Walking Dragon and Phoenix Chicken".
Whoever buys their things is a big fool.
"Do you still know Yang Zai?" Ding Xiu didn't expect Qin Gang to have contact with him: "Did he not sell you tens of millions of Dzi beads?"
Qin Gang smiled and said, "The entertainment industry is so big, the smaller the circle is. Our company has more business, so it is inevitable to encounter Dzi beads or something. I can't afford it, but I can play with it."
"To be honest, I don't know this teapot, and I don't know what's good about it. I just buy it to save face."
Pointing to the secretary room next door, Qin Gang said, "I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. When I am alone, I always take Coke directly from the refrigerator to drink water."
Ding Xiu looked at the teapot in front of him, it was indeed true, and there was no falsehood.
He may not recognize other items from the ages, but he still has some say in the Ming Dynasty.
This teapot was completely ruined by Qin Gang.
"Old Qin, it's not that I'm talking about you, people, you should be more realistic. It's useless to mess with these stupid people. Your culture is a little lower, but in this society, as long as you have money, no one can curry favor with you."
"There is no need to use these things to show off your face, no need."
"There are a few big guys on the market who have education, but who dares to underestimate them?"
"To be honest, I see you now playing with suits, tie, brand watches, and antiques every day. I'm a little unfamiliar with you. The Lao Qin I know is not like this."
Qin Gang was a little ashamed by Ding Xiu's words. He has indeed become a little arrogant in recent years. As he contacted more big shots, he loves to package himself.
Turning my head and looking at the room full of books, how many of them have you read?
We are rich, but not happy.
Thinking about the days when I was a group leader at Beijing Film Studio, although I was not as good as I am now, it was really happy.
After finishing work, I drank and played cards with a group of brothers, and went to the foot bath shop to press 499. How great it is.
"Oh, I can't help myself." Qin Gang sighed heavily.
"How can you control yourself if you can't help yourself?" Ding Xiu silently put away Qin Gang's teapot: "I will keep the teapot for you for a while, so as not to be confused by external objects and lose your original heart."
"Brother Xiu, thank you."
"No need to thank you, if there is nothing to do, I'll leave first."
"It's nothing, it's just Xu Haofeng who made a script to let you play the leading male lead."
Xu Haofeng?
Ding Xiu remembered that he had refused once before and asked Lao Xu to modify the script before giving it to him. So long has passed, and the time is almost the same.
"I don't have time."
Qin Gang nodded: "I told him this way, he lets you get free and call him back."
"Okay, I understand, I'll deal with it afterwards."
Ding Xiu got used to it because his phone could not be reached from time to time.
He is not very dependent on mobile phones. If others have something to do, they can find a company or a broker. If they have something to do, they have to find him. They are too busy.
There are hundreds of contacts on the phone.
Some of these people are directors, some are famous artists, some are producers, and some are bosses.
I was idle and bragging about him, and I spent more than half an hour talking, so I didn’t have so much time.
Bringing a teapot, Ding Xiu left Qin Gang's office. Outside, Zhang Wei, who was standing guard, approached and made an appointment to box with Ding Xiu today.
Ding Xiu threw the teapot to him: "Put it down for me, I'll take it back later."
"Be careful, take it easy, and take it lightly, antiques, hundreds of thousands."
Zhang Wei: "…"
Fuck, why don’t you throw it to me so casually?
Holding the teapot carefully, Zhang Wei said: "The first batch of bodyguards in the company have been trained. If you go back, you will take four out and are usually responsible for serving tea and pouring water."
Ding Xiu sneered: "Do you think I still need bodyguards for my strength?"
Zhang Wei was worried: "When manpower is poor, don't take it seriously. It's always right to be careful. You should have a little memory of what happened to you in the United States last time."
"These bodyguards may not be able to beat you, but they can buy you time and give you a reminder. It is always much better than fighting alone."
He has just retired for less than a year and his troops are special and he cannot leave the country.
Otherwise, he could have accompanied Ding Xiu out.
But there was no way, he could only stay in China, but if he was in China, he would be a bit useless to let himself follow Ding Xiu, so he arranged a few bodyguards for Ding Xiu.
These people are not just serving tea and water.
With Qin Gang's approval, Ding Xiu's bodyguards had a salary of a little higher than others, and they could help block the knife and bullets when they encountered problems.
If the person is gone, the company will be responsible for the family funeral, the elderly and children.
Ding Xiu is very good at kung fu. With his strength, even if someone is pointed at by a gun, if someone can help him with it for a few seconds, he will definitely be able to fight back.
So bodyguards are essential.
People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Ding Xiu is famous for his martial arts. There are many people who want to challenge him. Maybe whenever he is out of the show, someone will stab him with a knife on the stage.
After a few seconds of silence, Ding Xiu thought for a while and said, "Okay, but four are a bit silly. Those who don't know think it's the president's trip. Two, two is enough."
He really needs bodyguards.
But it is not used to protect yourself, but to be your own eyes.
When attending events and attending parties, there will be many people passing by their bodies and behind them, with their eyes in front of them and invisible behind them.
I can't just look back when I hear the footsteps. Are you tired?
If someone helps watch this time, I will be much more relaxed.
"OK, two or two, I'll send them to you later."
After the bodyguard's matter was negotiated, Zhang Wei took Ding Xiu to the venue where he usually trains the bodyguards, and the two of them punched the ring.
Both sides wore headbands and boxing gloves.
Zhang Wei is to protect himself, and Ding Xiu is to make Zhang Wei feel at ease.
"Brother Xiu, be careful. I haven't been idle these months. I have learned all the true teachings of Mr. Li. Even he said that I'm a beginner in Baji."
Ding Xiu narrowed his eyes and started in less than half a year, which was quite fast.
"Okay, let me see how your results are."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp fist wind blew towards his face. Ding Xiu leaned back and dodged. Before he stood firm, he waved his fist to kill him again.
Close behind, Zhang Wei began to attack with an uppercut.
Although it is used for modern fighting, its fighting style is the fighting style of Bajiquan.
As Mr. Li said, he is indeed a beginner.
Now Zhang Wei and Zhang Wei whom Ding Xiu met for the first time, his combat effectiveness is more than just a little bit higher, almost doubled.
Originally, Ding Xiu wanted to give it a few minutes to try Zhang Wei's depth and bottom line, but after only five or six moves, he had to take action and could not make it go.
So, the fist of the storm fell towards Zhang Wei.
There are also many fists, elbows, knees, and whip legs, and they make the ring pounding.
Just like the swaying boat in the sea, Zhang Wei struggled to defend himself, and after he caught the gap, he also launched an attack, but he was beaten back in just a few strokes.
Three minutes later, Zhang Wei, who was sweating profusely, sat on the ring, leaning his back against the side pillar, panting and asked, "How much force have you used now?"
If he hadn't been wearing protective gear and Ding Xiu had to go to the hospital today and lie for three or five days.
While untiing the gloves, Ding Xiu said, "Six or seven points, you have made good progress. If you come back next time, I hope you can take my full strength."
Zhang Wei is very powerful after being able to fight against him for so long.
In modern society, it is not easy to find a master.
For those who practice martial arts, the best in the world is a punishment.
Zhang Wei shook his head slowly: "I know my limits. It's impossible to fight with you with all my strength. I may never be able to do it in my life, but the two bodyguards arranged for you can play with you when you are bored.
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"I tried it, if I just had bare hands, I couldn't beat them together."
Knowing that Ding Xiu is good at boxing, these two bodyguards are both from boxing, have fought in actual combat and professional level. They can defeat them one-on-one, but they can't beat them one-on-two.
It is true that I am a special forces soldier, but special forces are also divided into categories. Close combat is not a strength, but mainly reconnaissance behind enemy lines, making up lurking, obstacles to cross-country, parachuting, combating criminals, etc.
The one I practice the most is guns.
After retiring, he practiced boxing the most. Even with the guidance of Ding Xiu and Mr. Li, he currently wants to hit two masters who were once professional boxers without a hand.
In combat, the enemy's combat power is not as simple as 1+1 as the number of people increases.
It is no exaggeration to say that for every extra person, the combat effectiveness will increase several times.
The most obvious thing is that someone takes someone to punch you twice, or holds you, and the remaining fist is swung up.
They are all normal people with flesh and blood. How many punches can you withstand?
Ding Xiu's eyes lit up: "This is almost the same."
Seeing his look, Zhang Wei worriedly said, "Brother Xiu, don't break them, no one will protect you when you look back."
"Don't worry, no."
As a bodyguard, it is actually OK alone.
"By the way, there is another thing, Brother Xiu, your address should be changed." Zhang Wei stood up and said seriously: "I don't know which media broke your address. Recently, there are many people wandering around your home."
"My suggestion is to live in another place, the community is good. Although the property security guard can't help, at least some outsiders can be prevented from entering."
It is too simple to find an artist's address. As long as you are interested, you can always find it.
There is no need to check it. Ding Xiu goes out every day. Neighbors have seen him. Some people go online and say it, and those who are interested come over the network cable.
As a bodyguard, it is difficult for Zhang Wei to be irrelevant. These people can't tell which ones have ulterior motives and which ones are fans.
It would be great if they were gangsters, they could arrest and send them to the police station at any time.
What’s hard to do is that most of them are fans. They come to take photos, squat themselves and have to sign autographs.
What can you do if this is the case?
Even if there is no threat, the doorstep of my home has become an online check-in point. Every day when I go out, I will be filled with people. I can't live a life and have no privacy at all.
When encountering some radical people, they will climb over the wall.
Ding Xiu sighed: "I have already settled the house, so I'll move in two days."
Indeed, in the past few days after he came back, he found that there were many people at his doorstep, much more than before.
Privacy is a big problem.
Fortunately, Qin Gang sold him a lot of houses, and there are several houses in Peking, and the location is good. You can move in just one house.
After a while, the limelight passed and no one came back here to live.
I have lived in Siheyuan for several years, and I still feel a little reluctant to leave him.
Zhang Wei sighed, he was afraid that Ding Xiu would be stubborn and unwilling to move, so it would be best if he could listen, and this was also for his safety.
...
In the evening, Ding Xiu made an appointment with Xu Haofeng for dinner.
The two met and drank, and Xu Haofeng said sourly: "It's not easy to meet Brother Xiu now. The phone can't be reached. You have to make an appointment with your agent."
Ding Xiu was so amused and laughed: "Old Xu, don't be sarcastic. My phone is often turned off, and there are too many people calling me. If you want to find me, there are ways to call Gao Yuanyuan and make a phone call, people we know in the circle
Many, I can always find it if I want to find it.”
"When it comes to Baoqiang, why didn't he see you at his wedding?"
At Baoqiang's wedding, he didn't see Xu Haofeng, otherwise there would be no such thing as now.
"I didn't invite me." Xu Haofeng showed a bitter smile.
Ding Xiu kept silent.
Thinking about it, Baoqiang and Xu Haofeng didn’t have much contact, so the two collaborated on a drama and didn’t have much subsequent interactions.
A director I worked with ten years ago, ten years later, and it is normal not to remember it.
"Haha, maybe I forgot." Ding Xiu called out.
"Maybe."
Xu Haofeng didn't mind. He had no contact with Wang Baoqiang, and he didn't care if he was invited or not.
After a while, Xu Haofeng said, "When you got married, you might as well forget to invite me."
"That's not possible. I'm getting married, I will definitely go to your house to invite you in person."
"This is almost the same." Seeing Ding Xiu's enthusiasm, Xu Haofeng felt much better: "My script is out, see when will you come to act."