My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 37 The Production Team is Established

Upon hearing Qin Han's question, Bruce Lee hesitated for a rare moment, but still nodded:

"Yes, Raymond declined. He had his reasons."

"Golden Harvest is currently facing a tight cash flow situation. In addition, filming for 'Enter the Dragon' is about to begin, and we don't know how much budget we'll need. It's impossible for them to come up with $300,000 so easily."

Qin Han sighed. Although Raymond Chow was a film industry tycoon, he was not himself after all.

Standing at the juncture of 1973, it was indeed asking the impossible to spend a huge sum of money—enough to make ten movies in Hong Kong—for two scripts that hadn't even been seen yet.

"I understand. Mr. Zou is a shrewd businessman, and it's perfectly normal that he's unwilling to make such a big bet."

Bruce Lee felt a little guilty seeing his apprentice's calm reaction.

"Ah Han, if you really need it urgently... could you tell me what these two scripts are?"

He put his hand in his pocket and stroked the bankbook he always carried with him.

Qin Han felt somewhat helpless. The blueprint for the future was in his mind, but he couldn't tell outsiders directly about it.

The current "Jaws" is just an unfinished outline, but even so, it sold for a high price of $12 in its previous life.

When the book was officially published, the primal fear from the deep sea swept across the United States, and even before the movie was released, it had already whetted the appetite of the audience.

Nine million copies sold is the best guarantee for a movie.

Now, Stallone is just a penniless man who can't even afford to keep a dog.

Who could have imagined that that wooden, stiff face would become a spiritual totem of an era in the future?

The script for Rocky was priced at a staggering $36 at the time!

However, Stallone insisted on starring in the film himself, and the deal was eventually struck for $2 plus a share of the box office revenue.

Now, thanks to his connections in New York, both men have developed feelings for him.

However, if they don't offer enough sincerity and cash, and instead approach other companies with their scripts, those Hollywood big studios, with their keen sense of smell, will definitely offer tempting checks on the spot.

He didn't want to test the personal relationships he had worked so hard to build with US dollars; that would be like picking up a sesame seed and losing a watermelon.

Seeing his apprentice deep in thought, Bruce Lee, though unaware of the reason, understood the ambition and anxiety in Qin Han's eyes.

He grasped Qin Han's shoulders, conveying his strength to him:

"Although I haven't seen those two scripts yet, I trust your judgment. As for the money..."

Just as he was about to take out his bankbook, there was a knock at the door.

Andrew's voice rang out from outside the door:

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Li, we have guests coming downstairs."

"Coming." Qin Han quickly went to open the door: "Master, don't worry about the money, we'll think of something later."

After saying that, he smiled and walked out of the room.

In the living room, a beautiful figure stood in front of the whiteboard, smoking a slender women's menthol cigarette.

Lorna Barrett looked up: "Qin, you moved without even telling me?"

Qin Han smiled as he walked down the stairs: "My phone number hasn't been transferred yet. But you, you're really well-informed; we just moved in, and you're already here."

Luo Na walked up to Qin Han in her high heels and blew a fragrant smoke ring in his face.

"Peter Benchley just called me."

"He gave up on mailing it and bought a plane ticket to Los Angeles early tomorrow morning, intending to come see you in person with the manuscript and discuss the copyright issue."

Upon hearing this, Qin Han's smile deepened: "Oh? A down-on-his-luck writer can afford plane tickets now?"

Lorna laughed: "I heard that The New York Times gave him a very generous fee for a feature article and even gave him a column, commissioning articles every week."

That 'exclusive in-depth report' made him an overnight sensation in the news industry.

"This is all thanks to the gift of a certain 'prophet'."

It's certainly good news that Peter Benchley is willing to fly over at his own expense.

This shows that he attaches great importance to this cooperation, and one could even say that he is eager to finalize the deal.

"Then I'll have to trouble you to bring this great writer here."

Lorna looked around the living room and pointed to the sofa that hadn't been moved out of the corner: "Here?"

"Yes." Qin Han picked up a marker and quickly wrote several large characters on the whiteboard: Dragon and Tiger Fight.

"This is now the preparation center for 'Enter the Dragon' and also Golden Harvest's temporary office in North America."

Rona looked at the confident man and shook her head helplessly.

"Fine, you're in charge here." With that, she turned to leave.

"Since you're already here, don't rush off." Qin Han rolled up his sleeves and headed towards the kitchen.

"To celebrate the official establishment of the production team and to welcome my mentor, I'm cooking tonight."

Lorna looked at her with suspicion: "You can cook?"

Renée Russo, who was walking by carrying a bag of clothes, couldn't help but chime in when she heard this:

"Ms. Barrett, Mr. Qin's braised pork... it was simply a divine gift."

As night fell, the villa was brightly lit.

The long conference table was laden with all sorts of dishes.

Although the ingredients were limited, the dishes still tasted delicious and appealing thanks to the culinary skills of the Qin and Han dynasties.

Bruce Lee sat in the main seat, with Chin Han and Andrew on either side, and Fred, Lorna, Renee, and George sitting in a circle around him.

This was the first meal together for this makeshift "ragtag team".

Qin Han raised his wine glass, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Here you'll find the King of Kung Fu, a top-notch producer, a media queen, and a future Hollywood goddess.

He laughed, "We're making an exception today; my master and I will join everyone for a few drinks!"

"To the official formation of the 'Enter the Dragon' production team! Cheers!"

The glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound.

Bruce Lee took a sip of red wine, then picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and put it in his mouth. His eyes lit up instantly.

"Ah Han, it seems I don't have to worry about not being able to eat authentic Chinese food here!"

Qin Han laughed heartily: "Don't worry, if you're not afraid of losing your body fat percentage, I'll make sure you eat to your heart's content!"

That night, for the first time, the rented villa felt the warmth of human interaction.

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The next morning.

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the window, and Qin Han woke up on the soft bed.

I slept exceptionally well that night.

Gone are the noisy slums at night, and gone is that broken spring bed that creaks and groans with the slightest turn.

He got up, stretched, and walked to the window to pull back the curtains.

On the lawn downstairs, George was awkwardly practicing his horse stance.

Bruce Lee, dressed in sportswear, patiently guided him through the movements.

"Don't let your knees buckle inwards, lower your center of gravity! Yes, just like sitting in a chair!"

Seeing this, Qin Han smiled knowingly.

Just then, the familiar light blue screen quietly appeared before my eyes.

Today's intelligence has been updated.

Hiroki Ishii, the top disciple of the Japanese Kyokushin Kaikan, arrived in San Jose to challenge the largest Chinese martial arts school in the area, the Hung Mun Martial Arts Society. The school's leader, Zhao Changhe, was defeated after three rounds.

His smile froze instantly.