My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 2 Warner Bros. Productions

His signature brown aviator sunglasses covered his eyes, and he wore a retro patterned shirt.

The neckline was casually open, revealing clearly defined pectoral muscles.

She wore dark flared pants and leather shoes, and her steps were light, revealing the terrifying explosive power hidden in her legs.

Qin Han felt his breath catch in his throat.

No matter how many times he's seen this face on screen, seeing this man actually standing a few meters away still makes his blood boil.

It's not a cultural symbol printed on a T-shirt, but the living Bruce Lee, the "King of Kung Fu" who is about to use his fists and feet to blast open the door to Hollywood!

Seemingly sensing the intense gaze, the man stopped and looked through his sunglasses.

Immediately afterwards, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing that signature smile that movie fans all over the world are incredibly familiar with—a smile that is slightly roguish yet incredibly confident.

Qin Hanqiang suppressed the urge to rush up and ask for an autograph, constantly reminding himself of his current identity—I am his apprentice!

He took a deep breath, adjusted his stiff facial muscles, and quickly went to greet him, his voice trembling slightly: "Master!"

Bruce Lee took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of bright, piercing eyes, and then opened his arms to give his beloved student a solid American hug.

"Ah Han! Long time no see!"

He casually pinched Qin Han's latissimus dorsi muscles, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Your muscles have become much firmer. It seems you haven't neglected them while I was away."

"I will never forget my master's teachings, not even for a day."

Qin Han lowered his head, concealing the turbulent emotions in his eyes, and casually took the luggage cart that Li Xiaolong was pushing.

The two walked out of the terminal side by side, where a red Cadillac Eldorado convertible was parked quietly on the side of the road.

Bruce Lee whistled, "This car didn't come cheap. Ah Han, looks like you've been doing well these past few years!"

Qin Han opened the car door and, with a wry smile, helped his master stuff the luggage into the back seat: "Master, please don't make fun of me. This car is borrowed from a friend, and I'm practically in debt right now."

"A debtor? What does that mean?"

"Heavily in debt." Qin Han started the engine: "The martial arts school isn't doing too well. Nowadays, young Americans are more obsessed with hippies and marijuana, and they lack patience for learning kung fu."

"With the increase in land rent, all things considered, I owe about $80,000."

Eighty thousand US dollars is an enormous sum of money in this day and age, enough to crush anyone.

But Bruce Lee couldn't see any dejection or panic on Qin Han's face. When did his apprentice become so composed?

"If you need anything, just ask. Your master will help you out in an emergency, no problem."

He spoke casually, without a hint of condescension or charity, as if he were simply saying, "This meal is on me."

A warm feeling welled up in Qin Han's heart.

He was well aware of Bruce Lee's current situation. Although he had broken box office records in Hong Kong with films such as "The Big Boss," "Fist of Fury," and "Way of the Dragon," mainstream film companies in Hollywood were still taking a wait-and-see approach to him.

Now is the crucial moment to build up strength and make a splash on the international film scene; every penny must be spent wisely.

Moreover, as a time traveler, it would be too shameful to rely on his master for help to pay off his debts.

"Master, a martial artist should stand upright and walk with integrity. If I were to be crushed by such a small difficulty, I would have no face to call myself a successor of Jeet Kune Do."

Upon hearing this, Bruce Lee burst into a hearty laugh: "Good! You have guts! You're definitely my student."

"The new film we're discussing with Warner Bros. will definitely have a lot of Asian characters. If you go to the set and do some minor roles, just to show your face, that'll be a form of income."

"Thank you, Master." Qin Han naturally wouldn't refuse such an opportunity.

……

The next morning, Qin Han woke up in his cramped rented room and habitually rubbed his temples.

In an instant, pale blue, semi-transparent lettering appeared before my eyes.

Today's intelligence has been updated.

[A major traffic jam is expected at the intersection of Burbank Avenue and Hollywood Expressway from 9:00 AM to 4:00 PM due to a serious tanker truck overturning accident, with travel time anticipated to be extended by more than two hours.]

Today is the day Bruce Lee is negotiating with Warner Bros. president Ted Ashley.

If they had taken the usual route along the Hollywood Expressway, they would have been stuck in traffic and missed this crucial meeting.

Qin Han pulled out a Los Angeles city map; it seemed he would have to act as a human navigator today.

I drove to the Lungmen Hotel where Bruce Lee was staying and saw my master coming out of the lobby.

To avoid being recognized, he was fully armed, with large sunglasses covering half of his face and a thin scarf around his neck covering the lower half.

"Ah Han, do you usually carry a map when you drive?" Bruce Lee was quite puzzled as he watched his apprentice's amazing maneuver.

Qin Han didn't say much, driving through the complex city streets of Los Angeles. Forty minutes later, the gates of Warner Bros. Studios came into view.

Bruce Lee glanced at his watch and was very satisfied with Qin Han's efficiency: "Han, could you go to the front desk and register me so that no one recognizes me?"

His last trip to Hollywood was not smooth. After playing the supporting role of Sato in "The Green Hornet", major film studios were unwilling to let him play the lead role because of racial issues.

This is also why Bruce Lee returned to Hong Kong to make movies.

This led to the huge success of his three films, forcing major Hollywood studios to re-evaluate this kung fu master.

Bruce Lee wanted to avoid unnecessary commotion before finalizing the film contract with Warner Bros., so he came secretly.

Qin Han parked the car in the garage, straightened his clothes, and strode into the main hall.

The walls of the lobby are adorned with posters of classic films such as Casablanca and Since It Happened. A young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes sits at the front desk, chewing gum and talking on the phone.

Qin Han walked to the front of the stage and politely said, "Hello, ma'am."

Jennifer lazily raised her eyelids, her gaze sweeping over Qin Han's face, her contempt undisguised.

"Please use the back door for delivery." After saying that, she was about to pick up the microphone again.

Qin Han frowned slightly: "I'm not a deliveryman. I'm Mr. Bruce Lee's assistant. Mr. Lee and President Ted Ashley have arranged to meet at 10:30 this morning."

Upon hearing the word "President," Jennifer sized up Qin Han again, seemingly assessing whether the Chinese man in the cheap suit was lying.

She picked up another phone, whispered a few words, and then said to Qin Han, "Mr. Ashley has no appointment and he is not in his office right now."

"Impossible." Qin Han's tone was very certain. "This meeting was personally arranged by Fred Weintraub (a Warner Bros. producer)."

"Listen, 'Sweetheart'," Jennifer said, somewhat annoyed. "Every day, countless people come up with all sorts of reasons to see the CEO."

"If you don't have a confirmation email, please leave. I don't have time to play this childish game with you."

Qin Han sighed. There really wasn't a confirmation letter.

This meeting was more like a private gathering than an informal working discussion.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and, combining it with the information he had gathered that morning, understood the problem.

If Ted Ashley hadn't taken the detour like I did, he would definitely be stuck in traffic on the highway.

"Since Mr. Ashley hasn't arrived yet, I'll wait for him in the lobby." He turned and walked towards the sofa in the adjacent lounge area.

"Hey! Can't you understand English? This isn't a teahouse in Chinatown!" Jennifer grabbed the phone and dialed the security department's internal line:

"There's a troublemaker in the lobby, send someone to get him out!"

Soon, two burly security guards approached, one in black and one in white.

"Sir, are you going to leave on your own, or do you want us to throw you out?" The white security guard reached out to grab Qin Han's shoulder.

Qin Han dodged to the side with a swift movement, causing his opponent to miss.

"Don't do it, or you'll regret it."