My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 73 The Cult Leader Arrives

Wellington Street, Central, at dusk.

It was lunchtime, and the whole street was illuminated by all sorts of neon signs, creating a bizarre and dazzling scene.

Qin Han looked up at the restaurant's entrance, where the four large characters "Yung Kee Restaurant" were clearly visible.

"Mr. Qin, this way please." The receptionist, who had been waiting at the door, had obviously been instructed to do so. Upon seeing Qin Han, he immediately led the way to the second floor.

Pushing open the door to the "Pine and Crane Hall," three people were already seated around the round table.

The middle-aged man who handed out business cards in the afternoon was pointing at a plate of preserved eggs while holding a pair of ivory chopsticks.

To his left sat a man wearing black-rimmed glasses with a wicked smile on his face, presumably the man himself, Cai Lan.

But Qin Han's gaze was immediately drawn to the figure sitting at the very back.

She was a young girl, who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old.

Her long, straight, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore a simple white shirt with the collar unbuttoned, revealing her delicate collarbone.

Her thick eyebrows exude a heroic air, and below them, a pair of clear eyes curved into crescent moons, radiating the purity and liveliness of a girl next door.

"Mr. Qin! You've arrived just in time!"

Upon seeing him enter, the bespectacled man quickly stood up and warmly pulled out a chair beside him: "This pickled ginger and preserved egg dish was just served, come and try it."

"Mr. Cai, you're too kind." Qin Han smiled and sat down.

Cai Lan handed Qin Han a pair of chopsticks and began introducing the people around him: "Come, let's get acquainted. You met this afternoon, Ni Kuang, the great writer from Ming Pao."

It turns out that this ordinary-looking person who ran errands was also one of the "Four Great Talents"!

"Mr. Ni's name is well-known even in the United States." Qin Han smiled and shook Ni Kuang's hand: "I haven't missed a single chapter of the Wesley series."

Upon hearing this, Ni Kuang's eyes lit up immediately: "Oh! I didn't expect a big producer to read my 'leisure books'? Then we'll have to have a good chat tonight!"

Cai Lan then beckoned to the young woman beside him, gesturing for her to sit closer: "This beautiful lady is from Taiwan. She just finished filming Qiong Yao's 'Outside the Window,' and Shaw Brothers invited her to audition for their new film."

Her name is Brigitte Lin.

Sure enough it was her.

At this time, Brigitte Lin was not yet the androgynous "Eastern Unbeaten" who would later sing and drink, but a pure and innocent girl who had just been discovered by a talent scout in Ximending.

"She's new here and doesn't know what good food Hong Kong has. As her elder, I took the liberty of bringing her here to broaden her horizons." Cai Lan smiled at Qin Han: "Mr. Qin, would you mind adding an extra set of chopsticks and a bowl?"

"Mr. Cai, what are you saying?" Qin Han smiled politely at Lin Qingxia. "A beautiful woman like her is a feast for the eyes. With such a great beauty accompanying us, this meal is even more enjoyable."

Hearing Qin Han's praise, Lin Qingxia's cheeks flushed red, and she stared at him curiously: "Um... Mr. Qin, may I ask you a question?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a genuine Taiwanese accent.

"certainly."

"Your real name... is it Qin Han?"

Qin Han picked up the teacup on the table and blew away the foam. "This is my real name. What? Is there a problem with it?"

"Pfft—" Brigitte Lin couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, her eyes crinkling into a smile: "It's not that there's a problem, it's just too much of a coincidence!"

"In the movie I just finished filming, 'Outside the Window,' the male lead actor is also named Qin Han. However, that's his stage name; his real name is Sun Xiangzhong."

It turns out it was him—a tragic love story that began on set and lasted for twenty years with Brigitte Lin, causing a sensation throughout the Chinese-language entertainment industry.

After a lifetime of entanglement, separations and reunions, the two ultimately failed to be together because of the man's indecisiveness.

Looking at the girl in front of him who had never experienced the bitterness of love, Qin Han couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

"Oh? Such a coincidence?" Cai Lan clapped his hands and laughed:

"One acts in Taiwan, the other films in Hollywood. One's fake, one's real. If they were put together, I've already come up with the headline: 'The Real and Fake Monkey Kings'!"

Ni Kuang chimed in, "Brigitte, this proves you have a special connection with 'Chin Han'!"

"This is a rising star in Hollywood, a real big-name producer! You really made the right choice with this meal."

"Don't make fun of me." Lin Qingxia stuck out her tongue a little shyly, and couldn't help but secretly peek at Qin Han.

The man in front of her had a completely different demeanor from Sun Xiangzhong's refined and easygoing nature.

The image that flashed through my mind was from television: a figure in a yellow suit leaping into the air under the Santa Monica sunset, kicking his opponent away.

"I saw you in the ring on TV." She pumped her fist, mimicking a boxing move, and boldly declared, "That kick was so cool! It was so satisfying to send that Japanese guy flying!"

"That's because you haven't seen my master's kung fu," Qin Han said modestly with a smile.

"Mr. Qin, please don't be so polite." Ni Kuang picked up a piece of preserved egg and stuffed it into his mouth. "That old bastard Jin Yong writes martial arts novels, with all that 'Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms,' it's all just for scholars to dream about. What you're doing on the fighting stage is real kung fu!"

They were having a lively conversation when the door to the private room was pushed open.

Two waiters pushed in a roast goose that was dark red in color and glistening with oil.

"It's here! Flying Roast Goose!" Cai Lan's spirits immediately lifted, his eyes even more eager than when he saw a beautiful woman: "Remember, don't pour the sauce directly on it, put it in a separate dish for yourself to dip in."

"Mr. Qin, please." He picked up a piece of plump goose leg and put it into Qin Han's bowl: "Yung Kee's roast goose is absolutely superb."

Qin Han didn't stand on ceremony; he picked up a piece of goose meat, dipped it in some sauce, and put it in his mouth.

The moment you bite into the crispy skin, the oil bursts out, followed by the refreshing taste of plum sauce, which neutralizes the greasiness and leaves a lingering fragrance in your mouth.

"Great! Following Mr. Cai's advice to eat is definitely the right choice." He said with a smile, "However, although this goose meat is delicious, I was quite angry after eating it on set this afternoon."

Cai Lan and Ni Kuang exchanged a glance, knowing that the main topic was about to be discussed.

Qin Han looked at Cai Lan with a half-smile: "A few clueless scoundrels came to the entrance of the film crew and caused trouble, saying that Golden Harvest owes them wages."

Lin Qingxia, who was standing next to her, seemed a little nervous. It was common for film crews to encounter trouble caused by gangsters in Taiwan, and it sounded frightening.

Unexpectedly, Cai Lan was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he readily admitted, "Mr. Qin, let's not beat around the bush. Those people were indeed arranged by Shaw Brothers."

"Ah?" Lin Qingxia exclaimed in surprise, clearly not expecting that this gentle and refined Uncle Cai would be involved in such despicable matters.

Cai Lan smiled wryly and said, "In the Hong Kong film industry, this has almost become a regular occurrence."

"If Shaw Brothers starts filming a new movie, Golden Harvest will send people to cut the power lines, release rats, and even spit into the lunchboxes."

Ni Kuang, looking like he was enjoying the drama, said, "Sixth Uncle and Mr. Zou are both over a hundred years old combined. Sometimes they're like two kids fighting over candy in kindergarten."

This analogy made Brigitte Lin burst out laughing, and she quickly covered her mouth.

Qin Han also remarked, "Mr. Ni's analogy is very insightful. For these two, money is not important; face is more important than anything else. They can't afford to lose face, no matter what.

"That's right!" Cai Lan raised his glass. "Mr. Qin is indeed a wise man. Come on, let's drink to this!"

"Those who practice martial arts use tea instead of wine." Qin Han picked up his teacup, and the two gently clinked it together.

Seeing that the tea was almost ready, Cai Lan waved to the waiter to bring a pot of Pu'er tea.

"Mr. Qin, actually, besides apologizing, I'm hosting this event today out of curiosity."