My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 13 respectively

After leaving Luo Na's luxury apartment, Qin Han headed straight for the Longmen Hotel.

As soon as he pushed open the door to Bruce Lee's suite, a strong smell of tobacco hit him, making him cough repeatedly.

"What happened?" he asked, looking at the three people in the room with their gloomy faces.

Raymond Chow handed a fax sheet to Chin Han; it was a fax of today's Sing Tao Daily.

The front page headline, printed in bold black font, read: "Internal strife at Golden Harvest! Bruce Lee dissatisfied with profit sharing, leaves for America!"

This was followed by a series of gossip newspapers and magazines:

Is Raymond Chow chasing someone across thousands of miles? The Golden Harvest Empire is on the verge of collapse!

Exclusive Insider: The Last 48 Hours of a Kung Fu Superstar's Severing Ties with His Former Company!

Is Shaw Brothers about to take over? Bruce Lee may return to Clearwater Bay!

The message conveyed throughout was the same: Golden Harvest was finished, and Bruce Lee had run away.

Qin Han put down the fax paper: "Shaw Brothers has made a move? This is going to completely disrupt Golden Harvest."

"Old Master Shao... is he really that short-tempered?" He touched his nose thoughtfully, "That's not like him at all."

In his memory, the name Run Run Shaw was more associated with the word "philanthropy".

The old man had a kind face and had given away all his wealth.

When he returned to the mainland in the 1980s, he generously donated HK$100 million to establish the Shaw Foundation.

In the decades that followed, the "Shaw Buildings" erected in major universities across the country and the "Shaw Hospitals" that saved lives all testified to the immeasurable merits of this old man.

In his later years, Sir Shaw lived more in a detached manner, and had never seen such slander and defamation that was almost like that of a street ruffian.

Bruce Lee raised his hand and flicked his apprentice's forehead: "What are you thinking? Uncle Six has always been ruthless in his actions. What do you mean by 'not like him'?"

"How did Cathay Organisation collapse back then? How was 'Seven Days and Seven Nights' filmed? In the business world, Uncle Six is ​​a man-eating tiger."

Qin Han rubbed his forehead, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

Yes, it's 1973 now.

Even now, Run Run Shaw remains the same business tycoon who holds the power of life and death over Hollywood in the East.

To maintain his dominance, he would not hesitate to crush any challenger.

"Ah Long is right." Raymond Chow rubbed his nose. "Public opinion can be deadly. If we let these rumors fester, Golden Harvest's troubles will only get worse."

"Ah Long and I must go back immediately."

"So soon?" Qin Han was slightly taken aback. "The contract with Global was just signed, and there are still many details to discuss..."

"I'm leaving this place to you. I'll have Andrew stay and assist you." Raymond Chow stood up and patted Chin Han on the shoulder. "Hong Kong is our base of operations; we absolutely cannot afford to let it fall into disrepair."

"Moreover, the English dubbing, subtitle translation, and re-editing of 'The Big Boss' all had to be done in Hong Kong, where the source material and film negatives are located."

Bruce Lee nodded, his fighting spirit high: "That's right. Since Uncle Six wants to see us make a fool of ourselves, then we'll show him what it means to be a mighty dragon crossing the river!"

All of them were decisive people, and they immediately booked their plane tickets for tonight.

"Alright, Ah Han, come downstairs with me for a walk."

Bruce Lee changed into a light sportswear outfit and waved to Chin Han.

There was a gym on the first floor of the hotel, but it was empty at the moment.

The master stretched his wrists and ankles: "This time I'll be back for at least half a month, maybe a month, and I'll definitely come back again."

As he stretched his legs, he looked at Qin Han and said, "By then, I hope you'll have already secured Warner."

"Don't worry, Master, the complete script is already in my head. We're just waiting for Warner Bros. to invite us," Qin Han replied confidently.

"Alright, I've seen your smooth talk these past few days, but have you picked up your practical skills yet?"

Bruce Lee's lips curled slightly upward as he assumed the classic Jeet Kune Do starting stance—sideways, right hand in front, left hand protecting his head, his legs bouncing slightly, his whole body as light as if it were made of springs.

"Come on, attack with all your might!"

Qin Han took off his coat and threw it aside, then unbuttoned his shirt collar.

The master wants to test my skills, and facing the world's strongest fighter, I will have to go all out.

"Master, please forgive me!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his feet and thrust a finger at Bruce Lee's face.

However, Qin Han only felt a blur before his eyes.

Bruce Lee reached out with his front hand, striking first and then gently touching and stroking the other's wrist.

A tremendous spiraling force surged forth, causing Qin Han to instantly lose his balance and stagger to one side.

Before he could even stand up straight, a gust of wind swept past his ears.

"Too slow." Bruce Lee pulled his leg back. "Your eyes saw it, but your body didn't keep up."

"Jeet Kune Do emphasizes 'interception,' meaning to cut off an opponent's attack the instant they intend to launch it."

"Again!"

……

Qin Han rubbed his chest as he got up from the ground. Although he looked a little disheveled, his eyes gleamed with excitement.

To be able to spar with Bruce Lee is like a dream come true.

Unfortunately, even with his extremely strong physical abilities, he still couldn't last five moves against a true master.

"Good reaction, you understood the combination of feint and real attack in that punch just now."

Bruce Lee put away his stance, walked over and helped his apprentice up, a hint of approval in his eyes: "You've definitely improved a lot since I left."

"But you still need to practice. Kung Fu is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind. Next time I come, I hope to see you last ten moves."

Looking at the seemingly inexhaustible energy of the man before him, Qin Han felt a hidden worry creeping into his heart.

After all, he still cannot determine whether it was his health condition or a hidden force that took Bruce Lee's life.

"Master..." He hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Has your recent training intensity been...too high?"

Qin Han tried his best not to appear like a charlatan:

"If I feel unwell during my trip back to Hong Kong, even if it's just a headache or fever, I must go to a major hospital for a full check-up."

Bruce Lee, thinking his student was only concerned about his health, burst into laughter:

"Hahaha! Ah Han, when did you become so fussy?"

He pounded his rock-hard pectoral muscles hard, making a "thump, thump" sound:

"I know my body best. My back injury was so severe back then; the doctor said I'd never be able to stand up again. And look what happened?"

"Aren't I still standing here, beating those so-called champions to a pulp?"

Bruce Lee's face radiated an air of unparalleled confidence: "I am Bruce Lee. This body is made of steel, forged through countless trials. I'm not so easily sick!"

Looking into his master's eyes, which were burning with fire, Qin Han knew that there was no point in saying anything now.

The word "show weakness" simply doesn't exist in this man's dictionary.

"Alright, Master. But steel is easily broken if it's too strong. As you taught me, we should also let our bodies rest like water from time to time."

"Okay, okay, stop nagging." Bruce Lee shook his head with a smile. "Let's go, take us to the airport."

There wasn't much sadness at the farewell.

For these men who strive for their dreams and ambitions, parting is for a more glorious reunion in the future.

Watching Raymond Chow and Bruce Lee disappear through the security checkpoint, Qin Han slowly withdrew his gaze.

The real battle has only just begun.

Andrew Morgan, carrying several bags of luggage, stood behind Qin Han, looking somewhat flustered: "Where do we go next? Back to the hotel?"

Qin Han turned around and picked up a shoulder bag for him: "Let's go, I'll take you to see my 'headquarters'."