My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 28 The Pink Apron

Back home, exhausted, Fred climbed into bed, but felt as if he were lying on a red-hot iron plate.

He kept turning over and over, watching the light getting brighter through the gap in the curtains—dawn was approaching.

However, Qin Han's advice about "Disney stock" was like a tireless fly, constantly buzzing around him.

"Damn it..." He sat up abruptly, scratching his bald spot in frustration.

How could a top producer at Warner Bros. be kept awake by a few words from a young man?

However, once the premise of "the end of the Vietnam War" was established, everything that followed became so clear that he repeatedly rehearsed it in his mind—

What does the end of the war mean?

This means that hundreds of thousands of soldiers who have been suppressed in the jungle for years will return to their homeland with the joy of survival, their accumulated military pay, and high demobilization allowances.

In this era filled with confusion and restlessness, what those who have experienced life and death yearn for most is undoubtedly the warmth of family and pure joy.

Family travel is expected to see explosive growth.

Meanwhile, Disney World in Florida boasts sunshine that rivals California's, as well as a larger scale and more innovative facilities than the older theme parks on the West Coast.

That is the best place to heal the wounds of war.

That Chinese kid... he even thought of this step?

Fred felt his throat go dry, and if this was just a gambler's intuition, it was terrifying.

"Didi didi"

Suddenly, the alarm clock on the bedside table rang; it was already six in the morning.

An inexplicable impulse compelled him to grab the receiver and dial the stockbroker's number.

"Feed? Fred? Good heavens, it's barely dawn where you are!"

"Listen, Mike," Fred said, sporting huge dark circles under his eyes, "I need to access the liquid funds in the account."

"What do you want to buy? Oil stocks have been doing pretty well lately, or Kodak?"

"No, buy Disney. Buy half of all your liquid assets."

The person on the phone exclaimed incredulously, "Are you crazy? Disney's stock price has been trading sideways lately, there's absolutely no good news..."

"Do as I say!" Fred yelled, then hung up the phone.

He leaned weakly against the headboard, muttering to himself, "I hope that young man isn't a complete madman."

……

Its daybreak.

Today, Los Angeles is like it's been injected with a high concentration of stimulants.

Young people with exaggerated eyeshadow, long hair, and leather jackets can be seen everywhere on the streets.

Waving flags and singing "Satisfaction," they surged in droves toward the Forum Stadium in Inglewood.

Rolling Stones concerts are the absolute dominant event in the city today, and Mick Jagger posters are plastered on every telephone pole on Sunset Boulevard.

Just as the whole city was celebrating, Qin Han returned to the edge of the 7th block.

There is no revelry here, only the mundane struggles of life.

However, instead of returning to his dilapidated apartment, he went to George Russell's house according to the address.

Upon knocking on the door on the second floor, George's face fell instantly when he saw Qin Han: "Master...you're finally back."

Qin Han closed the door behind him and placed the bag of fresh ingredients he was carrying on the table:

"What's wrong? You look so wronged. Who bullied you?"

“It’s Renee… my sister.” George lowered his head. “I told her about making the movie, but she didn’t believe me at all.”

The boy's voice was filled with deep frustration: "She said I must have ruined my brain from practicing martial arts. How could someone like me possibly go to Hollywood to make movies?"

"She also told me to stay away from you, saying you're a... a bragging liar."

As he finished speaking, his voice grew softer and softer, as if afraid of angering Qin Han.

Qin Han patted George's head and chuckled softly.

For a young girl struggling to survive at the bottom of society and raising her younger brother, vigilance is an essential skill for survival.

If a stranger suddenly jumps out and offers her a Hollywood contract, she'll definitely think it's a scam.

"Alright." Qin Han opened the bag of groceries and began preparing the vegetables. "Your sister is a practical person; she needs to see something real. Around what time does she get off work?"

"It should be soon. The shift at the eyeglasses factory changes at six, and it will take her twenty minutes to get back."

Qin Han nodded and took out a piece of pork belly from the bag: "Today, your master will cook you a meal here and we'll make things clear face to face."

"Really?" George's eyes lit up instantly. "I've been wanting to have an authentic Chinese meal for ages, but it's too expensive..."

"Enough talk, start the fire!"

……

As the sun sets, Renée Russell rides a secondhand bicycle through the bumpy streets.

She is only nineteen years old this year, and even though she is wearing a baggy factory uniform, it cannot hide her special feature—her height.

Although she wasn't considered outstanding among the later Hollywood actresses in terms of looks alone, her long, slender legs were unique on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

With her height of 1.73 meters, her action scenes have become a hot topic among countless viewers.

But at this moment, this future action star just wants to get home as soon as possible.

A full day of quality inspection work left her eyes sore and her back aching.

She also had to think about next month's rent and the stupid things George said.

"That guy named Qin... he better not let me catch him lying to George."

Renee gritted her teeth and pedaled the pedal a few times with all her might.

Just as I was about to get home, a roaring engine sound came from behind.

Renee's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to accelerate, she was sandwiched between two motorcycles on either side.

"Hey! Beautiful lady!" a flirtatious whistle rang out.

A man with a full head of filthy braids sat on the motorcycle. If Qin Han were here, he would recognize him as the biker gang member who smashed his window with a beer can that day.

Renee had to slam on the brakes: "Get out of the way, Buck."

"Don't be so cold, Renee." Buck twisted the throttle, making the engine roar.

"Today is a day of celebration for the whole city! Do you know the Rolling Stones?"

"We're going to the Forum Stadium. Even though we can't afford tickets, listening from the outside is still a treat."

"How about it? Want to ride in the back of my car?"

Renee frowned in disgust; the smell of engine oil made her feel nauseous.

"My younger brother is waiting for me to cook at home, move aside."

"Ignore that slug!" Buck impatiently grabbed Renee's handlebars.

"Come with us, tonight we'll show you what a real man's world is like!"

"Let go!" Renee shouted sharply.

Using the force of the pull, the girl suddenly stretched out her right leg and kicked Buck in the groin with speed and precision.

The potential of this action star is already evident.

"Awooo—!!!"

The previously arrogant biker gang members suddenly widened their eyes, their faces turning a deep purplish-red.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Renee abandoned the car and ran towards the apartment building.

"Fuck! You damn bitch!"

"She kicked the boss in the balls!"

"Grab her! Don't let her get away!"

With a deafening roar, seven or eight motorcycles roared up and charged forward.

Just as she was about to run into the stairwell, she was too late; the crowd that surrounded her blocked her at the stairwell entrance.

"Run? Go ahead and run!" Buck limped after him, cursing viciously.

"If you don't make me feel good tonight, don't expect to see the sun rise tomorrow!"

"call--"

Suddenly, a dark figure descended from the sky and stomped on Buck's forehead, kicking him until he was dizzy and disoriented.

Qin Han scrambled down from the second floor and stood in front of Renee, still wearing a pink apron.

"Get lost! I didn't cook dinner for you!"