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Chapter 93 Master and Disciple's Night Talk
Chapter 93 Master and Disciple's Night Talk
Andrew looked at Qin Han's serious face with some confusion: Why is he so concerned about this Japanese company?
The stainless steel insulated container sat quietly on the food cart, its walls covered with condensed water droplets.
In this sweltering, oven-like film set, it was simply the most irresistible temptation.
Whether they were extras or stagehands, everyone looked completely satisfied after finishing their herbal tea.
He pulled out his notebook and handed the information he had found to Qin Han: "Those deliverymen are full-time employees of Yamato Foods' Hong Kong office. The leader is named Tanaka. He's been doing food trading in Kowloon for several years and has always had a good reputation."
"During this time, everyone has been fine with the sushi and bento boxes they delivered. The herbal tea was also brewed and freshly packaged by them, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?"
In Andrew's opinion, Qin Han seems to be overreacting this time.
After all, it's perfectly normal for a Japanese food company looking to open up the Hong Kong market to try and curry favor with the hottest TV drama crew.
"Good reputation?" Qin Han snorted coldly. He knew the Japanese way of doing things all too well.
That karate master named Hiroki Ishii went so far as to kneel and kowtow across the ocean in order to deliver that strange stun gun.
These people not only sell sushi at low prices, but they also frequently give away food and drinks, and they've persisted for so long.
This kind of penetration could never be as simple as just marketing.
"Andrew, block my view."
Hidden by Andrew's back, he quickly picked up a glass jar that had previously contained caramel from the corner and rinsed it rapidly with a bottle of water.
After that, he didn't explain further, but quickly walked forward and casually picked up an empty paper cup.
"Hey, Qin Sang! This one's for you, with ice!"
Tanaka turned around, his face full of humble smiles, and handed over a full cup of cold tea, replacing the empty cup in his hand.
Qin Han accepted the herbal tea, a polite smile appearing on his face: "Thank you so much, Mr. Tanaka. Thanks to your supplies, the crew was able to wrap up filming smoothly during this time."
"Not at all! It's our honor to contribute to Bruce Lee's films!"
Tanaka kept bowing, his eyes so sincere that no one could find fault with him.
Qin Han turned and walked to the corner with the cup in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, a small portion of the dark brown liquid in the paper cup was poured out and put into a glass jar.
Tighten the lid, stuff the glass jar into your pocket—the whole process is smooth and effortless.
After doing all this, he walked over to Bruce Lee, who was wiping his sweat in the rest area.
At that moment, Bruce Lee was also holding a glass of iced tea, about to drink it.
"Master!" Qin Han quickly called out to him.
Bruce Lee's hand froze in mid-air, and he turned his head with some confusion: "What's wrong, Han?"
Qin Han stepped forward, calmly pressed down the cup, and said with a smile, "You just finished filming that mirror maze scene, and now all your pores are open and your blood is boiling."
"This herbal tea is so cold it's almost painful to the touch. If you gulp it down, the chill rushes straight to your lungs through your pores, easily causing you to choke."
"For us martial artists, the most taboo thing is this kind of sudden change between hot and cold, otherwise it will cause problems later."
Upon hearing this, Bruce Lee nodded thoughtfully.
As a grandmaster, he naturally understood the principles of health preservation, but it was just too hot earlier and he hadn't paid attention to it.
"You're right." He put down the iced tea and picked up the warm water glass beside him. "It was my carelessness."
Drinking iced drinks like this now is definitely bad for your health.
This little incident went unnoticed by others, and the film set remained immersed in the joy of wrapping up filming.
"Everyone!" Qin Han looked at the jubilant crowd, picked up Ridley's director's microphone, and shouted:
That evening, in Haidu, Boss Zou treated everyone to a celebratory dinner!
"Wow! Wow! Wow!!" The crowd erupted in a deafening cheer!
Night falls, at the Ocean Seafood Restaurant in Tsim Sha Tsui.
As Golden Harvest's "official" celebration venue, the entire floor here was booked out tonight.
The crystal chandelier cast a dazzling light, illuminating the tempting fresh seafood on the table.
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Amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, the atmosphere reached its peak of enthusiasm.
"Come on! Let's raise a glass to the 'Enter the Dragon' crew! To Mr. Lee! To Director Ridley!"
Raymond Chow, beaming, stood up, holding a wine glass, his voice so loud it could be heard throughout the hall.
The successful completion of filming felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
"Cheers!"
The wine glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound.
After a few rounds of drinks, Raymond Chow led Chin Han and Bruce Lee to a quiet private room next to the main table.
He smiled and pulled a document and a HSBC bank draft from his briefcase.
"Ah Han, Ah Long, filming has wrapped smoothly, and Universal's remittance has arrived. Golden Harvest's first collaboration with Han's has been a complete success!"
His tone was full of sincerity: "Without Ah Han's mediation, Golden Harvest would never have been able to secure the rights to 'Enter the Dragon,' whether it was the negotiations with Warner Bros. or the coordination of filming locations."
"Therefore, I have decided that from the 50% of the future profits of this film that belong to Golden Harvest, 20% will be set aside as a special dividend for Han's Film Company."
"This is a supplementary agreement that my lawyer drafted. Take a look, and if there are no problems, sign it."
This is no small sum of money!
According to my memories from my previous life, "Enter the Dragon" grossed over $2000 million on its opening night!
After several re-releases, the total global box office eventually reached an astonishing $2.3 million!
For a Chinese-language film, this is already an astronomical figure!
Golden Harvest's willingness to give up 20% of its net profit truly justifies its dominance in the Hong Kong film industry for the next two decades.
"Mr. Zou is very generous." Qin Han didn't stand on ceremony. He took the document, glanced at it, and signed his name. "Since we are all partners in the same boat, we will definitely give priority to Jiahe if Han's has any good projects in the future."
When Raymond Chow saw that Chin Han had signed the document, his smile widened, and he pushed the promissory note towards him: "And this too. The revenue share from 'The Big Boss' from Universal Pictures has arrived, $400,000, which, together with the previous $60,000, makes a total of $460,000."
"According to the previous agreement, this is the portion that belongs to your Han clan."
The original agreement stipulated that of the 10% profit share that Golden Harvest received, 3% would go to Chin Han and Bruce Lee, and 1% to Lorna, meaning that 40% would go to Han's company.
That adds up to a whopping $184,000!
Bruce Lee looked at the thin piece of paper and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
Just two months ago, his apprentice was still worried about a debt of $80,000 in Los Angeles. Now, not only has the debt been cleared, but this profit-sharing has also allowed Hans to gain a firm foothold!
The celebration banquet lasted until late at night.
When we returned to the hotel, the moon was already high in the sky, and its silvery light shone on the terrace, making it look exceptionally tranquil.
The master and apprentice sat on rattan chairs on the terrace, enjoying the night breeze, and brewed a pot of Pu'er tea.
"Finally finished filming————"
Bruce Lee let out a long sigh of relief, slumped into the wicker chair, and looked on with deep satisfaction.
He poured so much effort into this film.
Not only did she have to star in the film, but she also had to handle the action design and even help Ridley Scott reconcile the clashes between Chinese and Western cultures. Every day, she was working herself to the bone.
"Yes, the hardest part is over."
Qin Han poured him a cup of tea and placed the promissory note on the small round table: "We'll handle the post-production work back in the US. Warner's recording studio and editing room have better equipment, so the final product will definitely be better than in Hong Kong."
Bruce Lee nodded, his gaze falling on the promissory note: "How do you plan to divide this money?"
Qin Han had already planned it out, and he stretched out his finger to start planning: "First of all, regarding Luo Na, the agreed-upon 10% is indispensable."
"Besides, I can't owe Ashley a favor. I have to pay him back the $20,000 I borrowed before."
At this point, Qin Han pushed the promissory note toward Bruce Lee, his expression becoming serious: "Master, you can take the remaining ten thousand or so US dollars for now."
"Me?" Bruce Lee paused for a moment, then waved his hands repeatedly: "My money is an investment, why are you in such a hurry? Expenses are high in the US, and the company still needs to operate—"
"Master, even brothers keep clear accounts." Qin Han interrupted him: "The cost of buying the copyrights to 'Jaws' and 'Rocky,' plus the company's initial start-up capital, was all from your personal savings. I have to pay you back for this, both for business and personal reasons."
"Linda and her children also need to live in Hong Kong. Master has to give his family an explanation."
Looking into his apprentice's determined eyes, Bruce Lee felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
But he stubbornly pushed the promissory note back: "We still have plenty of money at home, enough to get by. Han's is just starting out; those scripts need money to be made, after all."
Qin Han couldn't help but laugh when he saw his master's "treating money like dirt" expression.
He didn't refuse again, and solemnly put away the promissory note, his eyes gleaming with confidence: "Alright, since Master trusts me so much, then consider this money as your additional investment in Han's."
"Master, rest assured, I promised to turn Han's Film Company into a true goldmine! From now on, we'll not only make movies, but also buy buildings, land, and acquire those big foreign companies!"
If others heard these boastful words, they would probably laugh their heads off.
But to Bruce Lee, it sounded particularly pleasing.
"You little brat, you're even more arrogant than me!" he laughed loudly. "Fine! Then I'll wait for the day I become the major shareholder!"
After laughing, Qin Han picked up his teacup and casually asked, "By the way, Master, how many sips did you drink that iced tea this afternoon?"
Bruce Lee was a little surprised that he was still thinking about this: "I didn't drink much, just a tiny sip. Didn't you stop me?"
He smacked his lips, seemingly savoring the taste of the herbal tea: "It's strange, but the taste of that herbal tea was indeed quite unique."
"After drinking it, I felt my whole body suddenly calm down."
"Calm down?" Qin Han's heart skipped a beat; he saw that most people on set were reacting this way.
"Yes, it's that feeling of perfect tranquility." Bruce Lee tried to describe the feeling: "Usually after filming an action scene, I'd be very excited, my heart wouldn't slow down for a long time. But after that one bite today, that excitement disappeared in no time, even—"
"I even felt a little sleepy, and my body became very relaxed, as if I had entered a meditative state."
Qin Han's heart skipped a beat: Hmph, these little devils are definitely up to something!
My master's reaction to the herbal tea was exactly the same as mine, so there's definitely something wrong here.
"Master," he put down his teacup and said seriously, "the effects of this herbal tea are a little too good."
Bruce Lee, seeing his apprentice's serious expression, also turned cold: "Han, do you think there's something wrong with this Japanese company?"
He had been puzzled when Qin Han had stopped him from drinking, but now it seemed things were not so simple.
"I can't be sure yet, but it's always better to be safe than sorry."
Qin Han stood up, walked to the railing, and looked at the brightly lit Victoria Harbour: "Our workload for the next few days is not heavy, only a few reshoots. If they come to bring us herbal tea again, make sure we don't drink it, and tell Yuanlong and Sanmao not to touch it either."
"I've already had someone send the herbal tea from this afternoon for testing."
"If those Japanese devils really dare to resort to such underhanded tactics behind our backs—"
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