My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 77 Bill's Letter

Having said all that, Jin Yong finally made up his mind.

He walked to the bookshelf and stroked the row of works he had written himself:

"Mr. Qin, then it's a deal! When 'Enter the Dragon' is released, if the final product truly satisfies me..."

"At that time, not only 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes,' but all the film and television adaptation rights to my novels will be given to you!"

"It's a deal!" Having finally convinced the leader of the martial arts alliance, Qin Han quickly grasped the hand that could produce such exquisite writing.

Ni Kuang slapped his thigh and laughed, "That's right! Old Cha, putting everything else aside, if we could really see that quirky Huang Rong come to life on TV, I'd write a column for you every day! And I'd write something different every time!"

Cai Lan was also deeply moved, remarking that "outsiders" really do know how to chant sutras.

"Now that we've finished discussing business, shouldn't we move on to somewhere else and satisfy our hunger? I know a typhoon shelter-style fried crab restaurant nearby, shall we go try it?"

The group left the newspaper office and drove to the Causeway Bay typhoon shelter, where they boarded a swaying flower boat.

The aroma of stir-fried garlic and fermented black beans, mixed with the salty scent of the sea breeze, filled everyone's nostrils.

Ni Kuang and Jin Yong chatted about the upcoming beauty pageant, while Cai Lan focused on devouring a giant crab, his mouth greasy with oil.

Qin Han put down his teacup and looked at Lin Qingxia, who seemed somewhat absent-minded beside him.

She held her chopsticks and gently stirred the minced garlic in her bowl, clearly preoccupied.

"What's wrong? Not to your liking?" he asked in a low voice.

Lin Qingxia snapped out of her daze and quickly shook her head: "No, everything was delicious...it's just..."

She glanced at the group of influential figures chatting and laughing, then lowered her voice: "Mr. Qin, I was truly fascinated by your discussion of martial arts with Mr. Jin Yong!"

A glimmer of hope flashed in the girl's eyes: "But I'm just a newcomer. Only by joining Shaw Brothers will I have the chance to act in big productions, and only then will I have the chance... to act in Mr. Jin Yong's plays."

"But like you said, the Shaw Brothers contract..."

It turned out to be the case.

It seems that my "teaching" yesterday had an effect.

Signing a contract with Shaw Brothers meant accepting a harsh monthly salary system, cramped dormitories, and even having to report dating to the company—more demanding than the contracts of major Hollywood studios in the past.

"Qingxia, what do you think an actor is?" Qin Han asked with a smile.

"An actor?" Brigitte Lin paused for a moment. "You mean... someone who acts in movies?"

"Different companies view actors differently." Qin Han patted the back of her hand, indicating that she shouldn't be nervous.

"In Shaw Brothers' eyes, actors were 'private property' that had been bought out; but in my eyes, actors are 'partners' and unique brands."

"You can join my company and then act for Shaw Brothers."

"Is that even possible?" Qin Han's statement was completely beyond Lin Qingxia's comprehension: "How could Shaw Brothers use an artist from another company?"

Qin Han raised his teacup and toasted Cai Lan: "That depends on whether our Mr. Cai can persuade that stubborn old man Shao to accept my new way of doing things."

As Cai Lan peeled off a crab leg and looked at Qin Han's expression, he seemed to hear the clattering of an abacus in his mind.

He wiped his greasy hands with a napkin and laughed, "I already gave Uncle Liu a heads-up yesterday."

"However, I really didn't expect you to get Mr. Cha to agree. Don't worry, with this treasure trove in hand, Uncle Liu will definitely give the Han family's plan a serious consideration."

Qin Han nodded slightly, with an expression that said, "It's all up to you now," and then turned to Lin Qingxia and said:

"If you are an artist under Han's Entertainment, we will negotiate your salary and fight for your profit sharing. The only thing you need to consider is to act well."

"Who knows, I might even get you the role of Dongfang Bubai in 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer'!"

……

Having secured the support of Jin Yong, Qin Han devoted himself fully to filming "Enter the Dragon and Fight the Tiger" for the next few days.

At this moment, the studio was filled with smoke, which, under the illumination of the lights, made the scene in the lens look eerie and mysterious.

"Lighting team! Increase the backlighting on the left by two levels!"

Ridley Scott stood behind the monitor, holding a walkie-talkie, his voice no longer carrying the irritability he had when he first arrived.

After a period of adjustment, the British director finally found common ground with the Hong Kong amateur crew.

"Cut! Perfect!"

At the command, the tense atmosphere instantly relaxed.

Bruce Lee, covered in sweat, walked from the set to the monitor to watch the playback.

In the image, his bare upper body, outlined against the backlight, reveals muscle lines that resemble undulating mountains, exuding a sense of power.

He exclaimed in admiration, "This way of shooting definitely has more character than the previous stark white light!"

Qin Han handed over a towel: "Master, this is the charm of using light and shadow well."

Just then, the studio door was pushed open.

A commotion arose, and Fred Weintraub's portly figure appeared in the doorway, followed by a group of workers pushing flight cases.

"Hey everyone! Warner's new equipment has arrived!" He wiped the sweat from his brow. "The latest Panavision cameras, and a full set of Zeiss lenses!"

The entire crew erupted in cheers.

For these Hong Kong filmmakers, who were used to using old equipment, these sealed boxes contained what could only be described as unparalleled weapons.

Ridley even threw down his walkie-talkie and rushed over like a child seeing a new toy, lovingly stroking the new machines.

Qin Han stepped forward and patted the fat man on the shoulder: "You've worked hard, Fred."

"There's something even better." Fred pulled an envelope from his pocket and waved it at Qin Han: "This is the main event—Bill's letter."

To show his sincerity, the general didn't even use a telegram; instead, he wrote a long letter by hand and sent it along with Warner's equipment.

Dear friend:

I am pleased to know that you are doing well in Hong Kong.

I've already had a coffee with the board of directors of Pan Am regarding that "minor incident."

Don't worry, Pan Am will fully compensate you for your losses.

The employees who accepted bribes have been sent to Colorado. May God bless them.

In addition, my special operations team has arrived in Nevada.

Although you can't drive tanks directly into Caesars Palace, as long as you nod, the Italians will know that this place belongs to America!

Looking forward to your reply. Please call.

—Bill

"It seems the General is indeed very concerned about his pension," Qin Han said calmly. "However, don't you think it's a bit unsatisfying to let the military settle things so easily?"

Fred gave a knowing smile: "Indeed, I can't get over this humiliation without watching those Italians get their comeuppance."

"I'll send a telegram back to Bill right away and tell him to get some 'appetizers' for those old men to try first."

"As for their 'main meals'... we'll feed them ourselves when we get back to the US!"

"That's it." Qin Han sneered as he put the letter into his pocket, then turned his attention back to filming.

"Everyone, now that the equipment has arrived, it's time to choose an outdoor filming location!"