My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 45 I didn't...

"Is it a brokerage firm run by Chinese people? Or is it a full-service agency model?"

Haviland exclaimed as if he had heard something out of the blue: "My God, this is truly exciting news."

"If this happened ten years ago, during that crazy period of 'witch hunts,' it would have been unimaginable."

She sighed, her voice somewhat somber: "Poor Charlie Chaplin, he still hasn't been allowed to return to America."

Upon hearing Havilland's words, Qin Han recalled the life of this comedy master.

Because he made too many films satirizing capitalism, he was persecuted as a "red element" during the "witch hunt" and went into exile in Europe.

McCarthyism is long gone, and Hollywood's reflection on the "witch hunt" has reached its peak.

That year, he returned to the United States and received the Academy Honorary Award.

There are still nearly two months until the awards ceremony. Perhaps I'll be able to get a spot by then?

With Chaplin's return, a large number of talented veteran screenwriters who were also persecuted in the past have returned to Hollywood, and the price they are offered to write scripts is quite reasonable...

As I was pondering this, Rona's voice came again, laced with sarcasm:

"Yes, times have changed, Olivia."

"Chinese people believe in the saying 'cause and effect, retribution'."

"Look at that congressman who rose to power through witch hunts and made Hollywood a mess back then. Even though he's now in the White House, isn't he also having a lot of trouble dealing with the listening devices in the Watergate building?"

"Perhaps this is the humor of history!"

Two women's knowing, soft laughter came over the radio.

Qin Han exclaimed, "Luo Na's ability to control the situation is truly impressive!"

In just a few words, the establishment of the "Chinese talent agency" was elevated from a commercial act to a matter of "resisting the old forces".

Then, the main event: "Speaking of Chinese people, a kung fu movie is going to be released in the United States this Valentine's Day."

"Oh? Is that so?" Havilland's voice held a hint of anticipation.

"Is it Bruce Lee? I've seen The Green Hornet, his movements are lightning fast, he's definitely an underrated good actor."

In the living room, Bruce Lee couldn't hide the pleased look on his face when he heard this comment.

Being praised by a two-time Oscar-winning actress is a privilege that few actors receive.

"Unfortunately, this is not a Bruce Wayne film."

"Oh? That's such a pity." The actress made no attempt to hide her disappointment: "To be honest, without Bruce... I can hardly imagine what a kung fu movie would be like."

That assist was absolutely perfect.

Lorna continued her show with a smile: "Although it's not starring Bruce, I still recommend everyone go to the cinema to see it."

"After all, this is the first kung fu movie to officially hit mainstream American theaters. At least it'll whet our appetites, won't it?"

"You're right, Lorna, I'll buy a ticket too."

The interview concluded with a soothing jazz melody.

"Great!" Qin Han snapped his fingers and jumped up from the sofa.

This was the effect he wanted; there wasn't a single word of comparison or disparagement, but every word conveyed a message to the audience—

The upcoming film is just a "cold dish"; the real "main course" is yet to come.

Andrew Morgan was grinning from ear to ear:

"Qin, Warner Bros. spent so much money, but Ms. Havilland's one sentence shifted the audience's expectations to Mr. Li."

Bruce Lee was in a great mood and walked over to the radio, intending to change the channel and listen to some music to relax.

"Alright, Ah Han, as long as our film is high quality, nothing can stop us!"

He casually turned the tuning knob.

A crackling sound of electricity flashed by, and an excited male voice burst out from the speaker:

"...This is Los Angeles Sports Radio! Tonight, we have a special guest in our studio!"

"A karate master from Japan—Mr. Hiroki Ishii!"

It is the famous sports talk show "Midnight Ring", known for its fiery style and the host's foul mouth, and is loved by the American blue-collar class and fighting fans.

Upon hearing this name, Qin Han's smile vanished: This guy actually appeared on the radio?

"Mr. Ishii, you've become quite famous on the West Coast lately!"

The host's voice was highly inflammatory: "San Francisco, San Jose, Santa Cruz... you're like a bulldozer, crushing everything in your path southward."

"I heard that you've sent several owners of Chinese martial arts schools to the hospital?"

A voice with a heavy Japanese accent responded in English: "Mr. Host, I'd like to correct you, I'm not here to challenge you..."

"Oh! Come on!" The host interrupted Hiroki Ishii rudely, giving him no chance to explain.

"Does anyone know what 'kicking someone' means? It's extremely rude, like someone barging into your house and pulling you off the toilet!"

An exaggerated, canned laughter came over the loudspeaker.

Hiroki Ishii was clearly not used to this pace, and stammered, "No, I originally went to see them because..."

"Real combat! That's right, real combat!"

The host's voice grew even more excited, as if a shark had smelled blood:

"Speaking of real combat, Mr. Ishii, you've been challenging Chinese martial arts schools all along, which reminds me of the report about Lorna Barrett a few days ago."

"The legendary kung fu superstar, Bruce Lee, appears to be in Los Angeles."

"As a disciple of Kyokushin Kaikan, would you be interested in challenging that 'King of Kung Fu'?"

Hiroki Ishii's voice grew even more tense: "Bruce Lee... he's a well-known figure in the martial arts world. Who wouldn't want to challenge a strong opponent? But the reason I'm here is actually..."

"Ha! I knew it!"

The host screamed excitedly, "Did you hear that? Los Angeles! He's here for Bruce Lee!"

"This is absolutely the most explosive fighting news of the year! The karate killer who swept the West Coast is going to challenge the kung fu superstar!"

Hiroki Ishii seemed a little anxious: "No, you've misunderstood. I didn't come to the show to declare war..."

"Don't explain, Mr. Ishii! This is a man's romance!"

The host's voice drowned out everything: "We all know you want to prove that karate is stronger than Chinese kung fu, right?"

"Hey Bruce, if you're listening to our show, you absolutely must take on this challenge! Our team's phone number is..."

Hiroki Ishii was on the verge of a breakdown: "Wait, host, didn't we agree that I came here to..."

"Wow, time flies!"

The host abruptly changed the subject: "I really want to see this karate expert and Bruce duel in person!"

"Alright, listeners, let's start with a bit of GG."

A rousing interlude of music played, followed by the voice of a car salesperson on the radio.

The relaxed and pleasant atmosphere in the villa's living room had completely vanished.

All eyes were on Bruce Lee.

"Heh, that's interesting."