This actor needs more money

After getting off the plane, Ding Xiu, wearing sunglasses, a peaked cap, and a black windbreaker, walked in front, followed by Jia Ling, who was dragging a suitcase.

On both sides of the front were fans lining up holding banners, fifty or sixty of them.

As soon as they saw Ding Xiu, slogans were shouted in unison, and someone even came forward to send flowers.

"Be a good boy, Brother Xiu is too hot."

Jia Ling stared at this scene dumbfounded, her heart was shaken, and she secretly made up her mind to become famous like this in the future.

Not only him, but other pedestrians also had similar expressions. After all, in real life, not many celebrities can have so many fans to pick them up at the airport.

After simply signing a few names, taking a few photos with fans, Ding Xiu put his hands in his pockets and left.

Half an hour later, as we were about to arrive at the opening hotel, there were a large number of reporters and onlookers blocking the road.

"Is it so strong? Lao Qin is spending a lot of money."

"Master, just stop here."

The person who picked him up at the airport was most likely arranged by Qin Gang. Just those slogans. Who would believe it if they didn't rehearse in advance.

Now that reporters are blocking the road ahead, you don't need to think about it to know that it is Qin Gang's arrangement again.

All the money has been spent. It would be a waste if we just drove there without getting out of the car to take pictures.

Putting on his sunglasses, Ding Xiu got out of the car, waved to the reporter, and walked over with a smile.

After walking a few steps I realized something was wrong.

No one seemed to be photographing him.

The photo was taken of a store on the avenue. Ding Xiu turned around and saw that it said Martial Arts Cultural Exchange Center.

He patted a reporter who was watching and said, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Go, go, go, fuck, aren't you that person?"

"It's me, what are you doing?"

"It's a martial arts competition, a Sanda boxing champion versus traditional martial arts."

Hearing the words "Sanda Boxing Champion", Ding Xiu became interested and squeezed in like a loach. Jia Ling outside was so anxious that she jumped.

However, she couldn't squeeze in while dragging a suitcase.

Soon, Ding Xiu came to the front, took a press badge, hung it around his neck, and squeezed into the venue.

The square arena was empty.

The game hasn't started yet.

It was quite lively on the side. One person was wearing a Tang suit and cloth shoes and was whispering. The other person was tall, blond and blue-eyed. He was shirtless and wearing shorts and was warming up with his left uppercut and right uppercut.

On the Tang suit side, there were mostly old men and relatively few young people. Ding Xiu also saw Yu Hai, who had been away for a while.

"Xiao Tang, when he comes up, pay attention to attack his bottom plate. Hold on tight, don't panic."

Yu Hai is giving advice to the young man who is about to play.

Other old men also said nonstop: "Foreigners are not flexible enough. If you delay for a while, you will lose."

"Who said people are not flexible enough? Do you know how heavy the punch of the Sanda Boxing Champion is?"

"Be careful to dodge and don't get hit on the head."

"We can't afford to lose. Once we lose, our reputation will be ruined."

"Yes, we were kicked out of six gyms in a row. If Master Yu's family is also kicked out, our Shandong martial arts community will be embarrassed and disgraced."

"The reporters at the door must have been summoned by this foreigner. They are really insidious."

It happened half a month ago. A foreigner who claimed to be a Sanda practitioner began to challenge young people in major boxing gyms, specializing in beating young people between the ages of 20 and 30.

Every competition is accompanied by a bunch of reporters.

Over the past few days, all the major boxing gyms have lost.

The local newspapers went viral, saying that Chuan Wu could not fight and was easily defeated by Western fighting.

After being beaten so badly, the young people who were practicing martial arts fell silent, a little self-doubting whether the martial arts they had practiced for so many years were really incompetent.

However, when someone found out that the foreigner was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, but his true identity was a Sanda boxing champion, everyone started to curse him.

A Sanda boxing champion fights more people in a year than they have in a lifetime of practicing martial arts.

Whoever can be a boxing champion must be tall and powerful, have rich fighting experience, and have been trained professionally for many years.

Not to mention the young people in the boxing gym who only know how to do horse steps and have only practiced for a few years. Even the masters may not be able to withstand it.

His fighting style is to hit people. He fights every day. Over time, he has formed a systematic fighting style.

Traditional martial arts haven't beaten anyone in many years, and the killer moves have been lost. They only have practice techniques but no fighting techniques. In addition, they have fought very little and have little experience.

Comparing the two, Chuanwu lags behind.

"Don't worry, master. I have also practiced fighting. I may not lose."

The man known as Xiao Tang showed his white teeth and said with a smile.

He was trained in fighting. After five years of fighting in the ring, he later practiced martial arts. His original intention was to learn from the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought.

Because of this, Yu Hai sent him out.

"Well, be careful, safety comes first." Yu Hai patted his shoulder and said.

Foreigners are very thieves, and they challenge the younger generation, claiming that they do not hit the elderly for the sake of fairness.

If it hadn't been for this, other boxing gyms wouldn't have lost one after another.

Teaching martial arts is a hard work and requires years of practice. Apprentices in the boxing gym basically learn the basics. Some may practice for three to five years, while others may practice for one and a half years.

At this level, it would be weird not to lose.

Thinking of this, Yu Hai was helpless and sighed in his heart.

It's not that they don't want to teach real kung fu. If they ask foreigners to teach them everything, something will happen sooner or later.

Martial artists pay attention to character. There are thirty or forty people in his martial arts exchange center. Only three or five people can really persevere and are talented.

He will have to test the character of these three or five people over time, and then slowly teach them some training methods to strengthen their muscles and bones.

Finally, when the time was almost up, he chose one person to be the successor of Mantis Boxing and teach him the fighting style.

This process can be considered fast within ten or eight years.

After a while, the two people who were about to start a fight came on stage.

In the audience, reporters booed, cheered, and their blood was boiling. Some shouted the name of the foreigner loudly, and some shouted the name of Xiao Tang.

Suddenly, a quiet figure caught Yu Hai's attention.

Unlike others, this young man who couldn't hide his handsomeness despite wearing sunglasses and a peaked cap said nothing, folded his hands on his chest and watched quietly.

The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed to Yu Hai.

After just staring at him for a few seconds, the young people in the crowd seemed to sense something and looked towards him.

"What a keen sense." Yu Hai marveled.

The next second, the young man nodded towards him and smiled.

"Isn't this Ding Xiu?" Yu Hai finally knew why he looked familiar.

He could never forget Ding Xiu's face, even if it turned into ashes.

The powerful Bajiquan is undoubtedly the best among the martial arts masters he has encountered in his life.

Feeling happy, Yu Hai walked towards Ding Xiu.

People in the martial arts world were confused and couldn't understand why Yu Hai didn't care about the competition and went to find a young man at this critical moment.

"Master Ding, why are you here?"

"The hotel next door opened, and I came over to attend the ribbon-cutting event. I came over when I saw the excitement here."

Glancing at the press badge hanging around Ding Xiu's neck, Yu Hai twitched the corner of his mouth.

In order to reduce the impact, they only let in some reporters, and ordinary people who were watching were not allowed in.

If he remembered correctly, Ding Xiu seemed to be an actor, and now he had a press card hanging around his neck. He didn't have to think about it.

"Don't wear this thing, give it back to others." Yu Hai took off his press pass and handed it to a practitioner, and then said: "Who do you think will win?"

"It's hard to say, we haven't fought yet."

"Then if you go up and let go, can you win?"

"Haha, within three seconds I will have to kneel down and beg him not to die."

When he let go, three seconds was fast. He could make the foreigner lie down with one move. There was no reason, he was just so confident.