My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 75 Rejection?

Cai Lan looked at his old friend who was taking on so much responsibility, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

This guy, after a few drinks, he doesn't even know his own name anymore.

Getting Jin Yong to come out wasn't difficult, after all, they were the "iron triangle" and would get together every now and then.

But what about copyright?

Ever since those early films that were drastically altered and unrecognizable were released, this martial arts master established a rule: drinking with friends is fine, but discussing copyright is out of the question.

But on second thought, although Ni Kuang was a bit impulsive, it might not necessarily be a bad thing.

If Qin Han, this "outsider monk," really has the ability to knock on the door of Jin Yong's martial arts novel, it would mean countless amounts of money.

Thinking of this, the helplessness on his face disappeared, and he smiled as he explained to Qin Han:

"Mr. Qin, now that Brother Ni has spoken, the matter is half settled. In Hong Kong's literary circles, the three of us are inseparable."

"When we get together, the division of labor is quite clear: I'm in charge of choosing the venue and ordering the food; Ni Kuang is in charge of telling jokes and creating a lively atmosphere. As for Brother Cha..."

Cai Lan pointed to the bill on the table, his eyes full of teasing: "He's in charge of signing the final payment."

Lin Qingxia blinked her big eyes: "Sign to pay the bill? You don't have to pay for the meal?"

Ni Kuang let out a burp: "Hey, in Hong Kong, every famous restaurant knows Louis Cha."

"Just sign the bill, and the accountant will settle the accounts at the end of the month. That's the kind of prestige the Ming Pao boss has!"

By 1973, Jin Yong was no longer just a martial arts novelist, but also a newspaper tycoon wielding significant influence over public opinion.

His penholder was sometimes more effective than the Governor's seal.

"In that case, I'll trouble you two." Qin Han raised his teacup. "Tomorrow, I'll pay a visit to this martial arts alliance leader."

After saying that, he turned to the well-behaved girl beside him: "Miss Qingxia, would you be interested in going together tomorrow?"

"Me?" Brigitte Lin was somewhat flattered. "A great writer like that... would it be appropriate for me to go?"

Jin Yong is an unapproachable literary giant, while I am just a fledgling actor; the difference in our status is too great.

"What's inappropriate about it?" Qin Han laughed, a hint of meaning in his eyes: "There are so many peerless beauties in Mr. Jin Yong's novels."

"I'll take you there. It'll be a good opportunity for him to see what it's like to have his Little Dragon Girl or Wang Yuyan, whom he wrote about, standing right in front of him."

Lin Qingxia's cheeks flushed instantly, and she nodded gently: "Then I'll follow Mr. Qin's arrangements."

……

The following morning, at the villa on the hillside.

Qin Han awoke from his sleep to find the intelligence reports updated.

Today's intelligence has been updated.

Two highly anticipated events are being planned on both sides of the Pacific: the Mr. Olympia bodybuilding competition in Los Angeles and the Miss Hong Kong pageant held by TVB.

Two major events, one involving a man and the other a woman, and both featuring explosive news!

If I remember correctly, "Governor" Schwarzenegger is about to win the "Mr. Olympia" competition.

Afterwards, he tried to enter Hollywood, but repeatedly ran into obstacles due to his English accent. He was not given important roles and only made one bad movie, "Hercules in New York," becoming a laughing stock in the industry.

Until James Cameron, the director who turns the ordinary into the extraordinary, found him and cast him as the Terminator T-800...

Qin Han wrote the words "Terminator" in his notebook, then looked at another bombshell: Miss Hong Kong.

This is a milestone in the history of popular culture!

From then on, the Miss Hong Kong pageant became a star-making factory, and TVB also rose to prominence on this momentum, becoming the king of Hong Kong's media industry.

Perfect timing, I'm about to meet Jin Yong, I can make good use of this topic.

……

North Point, King's Road, Ming Pao Building.

Unlike the bustling skyscrapers of Central, this building was filled with the strong smell of ink, and the roar of printing presses could be faintly heard from the basement.

Led by Ni Kuang and Cai Lan, Qin Han and Lin Qingxia walked through the bustling editorial department and arrived at the president's office on the top floor.

Upon entering, the noise is instantly shut out.

The room was filled with the fragrance of books, the cabinets were crammed with thread-bound ancient books, and several paintings and calligraphy works by famous artists hung on the walls, giving it a simple and elegant feel.

Behind the desk, a man wearing black-rimmed glasses put down his pen and looked up at the crowd.

At this time, Jin Yong was in his prime, with both the refined air of a scholar and the imposing presence of a newspaper tycoon.

Ni Kuang plopped down on the sofa with a casual air: "Old Cha, which news story did you put on the front page today?"

Jin Yong threw the newly printed newspaper in front of him: "You have such a big mouth... Yesterday, at the entrance of the Golden Harvest film studio, a guy took on a group of gangsters. It's said that Bruce Lee's disciple has returned."

"Old Shao is really something, at his age, why does he always get angry with these younger folks?"

"Hahaha, today Lao Cai and I have brought you the real deal." Ni Kuang glanced at the entertainment section of the newspaper, then pointed at Qin Han and said, "This Mr. Qin is that formidable man!"

"Oh?" Jin Yong looked at the two young people in the room. The man was dashing and the woman was graceful and elegant, which added a lot of charm to the office.

Cai Lan brought the two women to Jin Yong: "Mr. Cha, this young lady is Brigitte Lin from Taiwan. I think she looks just like she stepped out of your book."

"As for this gentleman, he is Qin Han, who recently fought in the United States and defeated a Japanese opponent. He is a disciple of Bruce Lee."

Upon hearing this, Jin Yong's gaze first fell on the somewhat reserved Lin Qingxia.

Today, she specially changed into a light blue long dress, without any makeup, but her natural charm remained captivating.

Especially her eyes, so vivid and expressive, possessing both the charm of a young girl and a touch of heroic spirit.

A hint of admiration flashed in Jin Yong's eyes: "Her features are exquisite, and she is indeed a rare beauty. If she were to wear ancient costume, she would truly resemble Princess Xiangxiang."

Upon receiving praise from this literary giant, Brigitte Lin quickly bowed and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Cha!"

"As for this Mr. Qin... a hero emerges from among the young!" He smiled and nodded at Qin Han.

"That's right, Qin Sheng isn't just good on his feet, he's also a big Hollywood producer!" Ni Kuang introduced enthusiastically. "We had dinner together yesterday, and he said he's long admired your novels and would like to find an opportunity to collaborate!"

"Cooperation?" Jin Yong's smile vanished instantly, his expression turning sour.

"Mr. Qin, since you are Bruce Lee's student, your kung fu must be excellent. But being good at kung fu doesn't mean you understand martial arts!"

He recalled those unpleasant memories, his words tinged with obvious anger:

"The Return of the Condor Heroes was adapted into an ethical drama, and needless to say, The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber was even worse, portraying my Zhang Wuji as a womanizing scoundrel!"

"In filmmakers' eyes, martial arts films are just about fighting and killing, flying around on wires, and a few pretty actresses striking poses. I'd rather die than sell the rights to that kind of film!"

Seeing that Jin Yong was really angry, Cai Lan was about to speak up to smooth things over, but Qin Han's smile only grew wider.

"Mr. Cha is right to criticize," he said, clapping. "If I were Mr. Cha, I would never sell a script like that."