My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 51 The Eve of Valentine's Day

"Gentlemen, please look!"

Hiroki Ishii picked up the control box as if presenting a treasure, and began to explain it in his broken English:

"Why was I able to sweep across the West Coast? It's all thanks to this!"

"By stimulating deep muscle groups with high-frequency electrical current, it can achieve the effect of lifting weights for two hours in just ten minutes..."

Harry and Parker exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of embarrassment and helplessness in each other's eyes.

This thing seemed completely unreliable, but in order to get the Japanese man to come on stage, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and listen to the presentation.

"That's amazing, Mr. Ishii." Harry clapped perfunctorily. "I believe that once this machine appears on television, fighting fans all over America will go crazy for it."

"Of course!" Hiroki Ishii said confidently, "I think even Bruce would want to try it! I'll personally deliver one to him."

"Yes, that's right. So, regarding the arena match..." Chairman Parker cleared his throat:

"Mr. Ishii, we all know that this is a show, and the audience likes a plot full of twists and turns."

"So, when the live broadcast starts on the last day, when you're facing Mr. Qin Han... we hope the scene will be a bit more interesting."

"That's right," Harry chimed in, waving his hands. "You guys fight a few more rounds and show off your skills."

"Then, at the last moment..." He made a regretful gesture, "Perhaps due to exhaustion, or perhaps due to a minor mistake..."

The words weren't explicitly stated, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

"I understand." Hiroki Ishii lowered his head, not letting the two see his eyes. "As long as I can promote my machine in the ring, winning or losing is meaningless to me."

Pike and Harry both breathed a sigh of relief: "No problem, then the ring warm-up will begin in three days and continue until the end of the month! Get ready for a wild party!"

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West Hollywood, the villa of Hans Film Company.

"Alright, big producer, let's get out of the car." Luo Na drove Qin Han back to the entrance, indicating that she wouldn't get out.

Qin Han unbuckled his seatbelt and looked at this decisive woman: "So hasty? Aren't you going in for a cup of coffee?"

"Coffee can't compare to the allure of that fat man's secret!" Rona's fighting spirit had been ignited.

"I'm going to contact Peter right away and have him tell me the truth about President Lyndon's personal relationship with Parker. Qin, just you wait and see."

After saying that, she stepped on the gas, and the Mercedes roared to life and disappeared at the end of the street.

Qin Han smiled and shook his head, then turned and pushed open the villa's door.

In the living room, Bruce Lee was instructing Renee on her punching techniques. Hearing the door open, he looked up at Qin Han and asked, "Is everything settled?"

"Yes." Qin Han walked to the table and poured himself a large glass of water. "In the current situation, everyone thinks they are using others, and everyone is happy."

He recounted in detail the plan he and Lorna had agreed upon, and Bruce Lee's eyes gleamed with approval as he listened.

"What a brilliant 'sleight of hand'! Ah Han, your talent in business surpasses even your talent in martial arts!"

Qin Han smiled wryly: "Master, are you praising me or insulting me?"

"Of course I'm praising you." Bruce Lee smiled and punched his student on the shoulder. "However, since you're going to fight in my place, you absolutely cannot disgrace Jeet Kune Do."

"Starting tomorrow, I'll be giving you special training every morning at six. If you get beaten too badly in the ring, don't blame me for disowning you as my student."

In the following days, the backyard of the West Hollywood villa became Qin Han's nightmare.

"Too slow! I've told you so many times, waiting until your eyes see before reacting is too late! You need to make your body move instinctively!"

Bruce Lee's voice boomed in his ears. Qin Han only felt a blur before his eyes. Before he could even make a blocking move, he was hit in the chest with a side kick.

"Cough cough..." He rubbed his chest. "Master, this isn't special training, it's practically murder..."

"In a real fight, your opponent won't wait for you to get into position." Bruce Lee showed no mercy, sliding forward like a ghost and instantly closing the distance between them:

"What is the core of Jeet Kune Do? It's interception! It's about making your body react instinctively before your opponent can even begin to act!"

"Again!"

Renée Russell, standing to the side, felt dazzled by what she saw.

That night, in the alley of the Seventh Block, she personally witnessed Qin Han, wearing a pink apron, casually beating seven or eight bikers to a pulp.

But now... in front of Bruce Lee, he looks like a little kid who has just learned to walk.

"Is this... the real King of Kung Fu?" she murmured to herself.

Watching Qin Han being knocked down and getting back up again and again on the lawn, a flame ignited in Renee's eyes.

Being able to learn from someone like that, even if it's just a little bit, would be enough to change her fate in Hollywood.

This continued for several days until the morning of February 13th, when Andrew Morgan's excited voice broke the tranquility of the villa.

"Qin! Mr. Li! Ridley has arrived!"

"He's already landed in Burbank. Fred sent a car to pick him up, and they're on their way to Warner Bros. Studios!"

Qin Han, clutching his still bruised arm, let out a long sigh: "Finally here. Let's go, let's go meet our great director."

The group arrived at Warner Bros. Studios and met Ridley.

The British man with brown curly hair and a beard was standing in front of a whiteboard, intently examining the concept art for "Enter the Dragon" posted on it.

"My God..." Seeing everyone approaching, Ridley turned around and excitedly extended his hand to Qin Han:

"You must be Mr. Qin? I've read your script. That mirror maze concept... it's simply genius! I've already conceived countless ways to visually represent it; it's bound to be spectacular!"

"Mr. Scott, it's a pleasure that you accepted the invitation." Qin Han shook his hand and smiled.

"I've seen your work on GG, especially the short film you shot for Hovis Bread. The use of backlighting and the layering created by the smoke are exactly what I wanted."

Ridley was surprised that this young producer had such a deep understanding of his cinematic language!

To say something like this is not flattery, but rather a sign of a kindred spirit!

"That's right! Backlighting and smoke are powerful tools for creating a sense of mystery!"

For the next two hours, the conference room was filled with lively discussions.

Ridley Scott was responsible for building the visual world, while Bruce Lee was responsible for filling that world with the most hardcore action scenes.

With Qin Han acting as a go-between, the two worked together seamlessly.

It wasn't until Fred brought the coffee that everyone realized how much time had passed.

"Gentlemen, it seems you're having a very pleasant conversation," Fred said with a smile. "Since everyone's here, let's set a time for the flight to Hong Kong."

Qin Han briefly considered the sequence of events and said, "We've decided that everyone will fly to Hong Kong on February 28th, and then officially begin filming in early March!"

By then, Elvis Presley's concerts had already shocked the world, and the opening week box office figures for "The Big Boss" were already on his desk.

"By the way, Happy Valentine's Day to everyone in advance!" he said with a smile.

At this time, countless Warner Bros. theaters throughout Los Angeles had already hung up posters for "The World's Greatest Punch".

Those iron hands, painted with red greasepaint, were baring their teeth and claws at every passerby.