My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 10, 5? Impossible!

Raymond Chow sat upright, stroking the jade thumb ring he always carried with him, without saying a word.

"What's the point?" Bruce Lee, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up: "Mr. Sinberg, I spent a long time in Hollywood."

Sidney shrugged noncommittally. It was no secret in the industry that Kato was more popular than the main character in "The Green Hornet".

But as we all know, the final result was that Hollywood still couldn't tolerate a lead actor with yellow skin.

"For some well-known reasons, the doors of Hollywood were closed to me."

Bruce Lee wasn't angry, but his tone was firm: "You say Asians don't have box office appeal and can't play leading roles."

"What we want here is a fair opportunity, an opportunity to prove Chinese films and Chinese kung fu."

"We are willing to show our sincerity first in order to seize this opportunity."

These words resonated deeply, and Lorna Barrett, sitting beside him, couldn't help but stop writing and look at the man who had just finished her interview, still so incredibly confident.

Sidney paused for a moment. "A very moving speech, Bruce. Even if it cost hundreds of thousands of dollars?"

For Hollywood capitalists, sentimentality is the least valuable thing, unless it can be monetized.

"Mr. Sinberg, you seem to have misunderstood something," Qin Han interjected at the opportune moment. "We haven't even discussed the reward we're looking for yet."

Sidney nodded. "That's more like it. Please go on."

"We want 10% of the net profit from North American box office revenue as a share," Qin Han wrote a large number on the whiteboard.

Sidney couldn't help but chuckle, as if he had heard some absurd joke:

"Young people, 10%? That sounds more like you're here to do charity."

"Do you think a movie with no white stars, just yelling and kicking, can make over a million dollars in net profit?"

In his view, foreign language films are already a niche genre in the United States, and the idea of ​​making a large profit from them is simply a pipe dream.

"Mr. Zou, are you willing to go crazy with these two young people?" He turned to look at Raymond Chow.

Raymond Chow's expression remained as calm as a mountain: "The fact that I'm sitting here means that Golden Harvest is willing to take this gamble."

Seeing Sidney begin to hesitate, Qin Han pressed on: "Mr. Sinberg, Warner Bros. is willing to pay $10 to buy out Shaw Brothers' 'The World's Number One Fist,' are they stupid?"

When Warner Bros. was mentioned, Sidney finally stopped smiling.

Qin Han stood with his back to the light, making his expression somewhat obscure: "Warner Bros. dares to gamble on even second-rate films, so why doesn't Universal dare to take on the 'nuclear bomb' we have?"

He walked behind Bruce Lee and placed his hands on the back of his master's chair: "Before you is the founder of Jeet Kune Do, the true king of kung fu."

"Besides 'The Big Boss,' Golden Harvest also has 'Fist of Fury,' which broke all Asian box office records, and 'Enter the Dragon,' which is currently showing in theaters."

"If Universal hesitates now, and Warner Bros. tastes success with Shaw Brothers' bad movies, do you think Ted Ashley will let go of Bruce Willis, a true gold standard?"

This is the real killer weapon—fear of competitors.

If no one has it, that's fine; but if the other party has it and you don't, that's a disaster.

Qin Han's words struck Sidney's weak spot precisely.

"Lorna," he said softly to the female reporter beside him, "could you use your connections to help me verify this young man's information?"

"Understood, give me twenty minutes." Luo Na closed her notebook, quickly walked out of the conference room, and glanced at Qin Han with a complicated look as she passed by.

The heavy wooden door closed, and the atmosphere in the conference room relaxed.

Sidney leaned back in his boss's chair, seemingly to ease the awkwardness, and casually asked, "You just mentioned... 'Enter the Dragon'? Is that movie still showing?"

When the movie was mentioned, Bruce Lee and Raymond Chow exchanged a glance and laughed simultaneously.

"Yes, it's been showing for half a month now," Bruce Lee laughed. "It's breaking box office records like crazy. If nothing unexpected happens, it will break the record previously set by 'Fist of Fury'."

"Crazy?" Sidney shook his head, clearly not impressed by the adjective. "Hong Kong is just a tiny place, after all. A few million Hong Kong dollars in box office revenue is only a few hundred thousand US dollars."

"No wonder you're so confident. But I still have to say, this is America, and the tastes of the audience are completely different from those in the East..."

"Since we're waiting for news from Lorna, why don't we relax a bit?" Qin Han interrupted Sidney's lecture, a sly glint in his eyes.

He pulled out his empty wallet, took out a crumpled ten-dollar bill, and slapped it on the smooth table.

"How about we make a bet?"

"What are we betting on?" Sidney asked, intrigued. As a Jew, he had a natural inclination towards gambling.

"Let's bet on the final box office numbers for 'Enter the Dragon'." Qin Han looked around at everyone: "No big bets, $10 each. When the final figures come out, whoever guesses the most accurately gets the $40."

"Interesting." Bruce Lee was the first to respond, and he also took out $10 and placed it on top of Qin Han's money.

Raymond Chow smiled and shook his head, but still dutifully took out his money: "Looks like I can't spoil the fun."

Sidney chuckled and pulled out a banknote: "Gentlemen, since we're on my turf, shall I guess first?"

"HK$350 million. Even if a similar work is very popular, the market capacity is limited, and sequels usually see a decline in sales."

Raymond Chow pushed up his glasses: "I have confidence in Ah Long, and this time it's solely funded by Golden Harvest, so the screening schedule will be better. I'd guess 400 million."

When it was Bruce Lee's turn, he touched his nose and said, "I wrote, directed, and starred in this film; it's a labor of love for me. I think it can break records—450 million!"

All three of them turned their gazes toward Qin Han.

He smiled slightly, stretched out one hand, spread his five fingers, and pressed it on the banknotes on the table: "At least 530 million."

Bruce Lee's eyes widened: "Han, what you've done..."

The current record is 440 million for "Fist of Fury," but Qin Han has directly raised it by nearly 100 million.

Hong Kong has a population of only 400 million, which means that almost everyone has to contribute to the box office, or be so enthusiastic that they watch it two or three times.

Sidney couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Young man, dreams are good, but greed can cloud judgment. More than 500 million? Unless God himself buys the ticket."

Qin Han did not argue, but wrote the numbers for the four people on a sticky note and placed it under the pile of money.

"Whether it's greed or not, time will tell. Mr. Sinberg, I'll reserve the $40."

Just then, Lorna Barrett, wearing high heels, pushed open the conference room door, looking slightly out of breath.

She was clutching a thin sheet of fax paper in her hand.