My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 78 Don't be afraid, it's just a technical adjustment

A light rain began to fall outside the window. Several key members of the production team met on set to discuss filming locations.

A huge map of Hong Kong took up most of the conference table.

Ridley Scott pointed to a bay in the southeast corner: "Qin, whether it's a lease or a loan, Mr. Han's underground kingdom must be built here—Tatam Bay."

"I've already gone to check it out in person. There's a natural cliff there with towering waves below, which is perfect for creating the feeling of an isolated island."

Ridley Scott's eye for talent is indeed sharp—this was the original filming location for "Enter the Dragon."

Tai Tam Bay is backed by Tai Tam Country Park and faces the South China Sea. Its terrain is rugged and it has almost all the terrain needed for shooting outdoor scenes.

But now, the situation is a bit tricky.

This land is not wasteland; its owner is the Lo family, one of Hong Kong's four major families.

Today, the head of the Luo family is the renowned Luo Wenhui.

This renowned barrister served as the leading Chinese non-official member of both the Executive Council and the Legislative Council.

Within the Hong Kong British government system, this was the highest position a Chinese person could achieve—a true "Justice of the Peace."

In 1973, what allowed this top-level elite to nod in approval and allow a group of film "actors" to storm into his private property and make a mess of it?

Qin Han really didn't know how the production team managed to do it back then.

"Fred, it seems we should pay this gentleman a visit," he said to the fat man beside him. "We can't break down this door with just dollars."

"Let's go see Boss Zou first. After all, he's the local bigwig, and he might have some connections."

Half an hour later, in the office of the chairman of Jiahe.

Raymond Chow, who is usually full of energy, was slumped in his boss's chair, clutching a copy of the Hong Kong Economic Journal.

Even when Qin Han and the others pushed the door open, they didn't notice immediately.

"Oh, Ah Han, Ah Long, you're here." Only after everyone sat down in front of him did he quickly turn the newspaper face down on the table.

"Raymond, what's wrong?" Bruce Lee noticed his old friend's unusual expression. "Why do you look so pale?"

"It's nothing." Raymond Chow picked up his teacup and took a sip, trying to hide his dejection. "I've just been a little feverish lately. Did you need something?"

Qin Han unfolded the map he had brought: "Mr. Zou, Ridley has his eye on Tai Tam Bay and wants to film exterior scenes there."

"But that's the Luo family's territory. I'd like to ask if you have any connections with the Luo family that could help us get in touch?"

"Isn't that where the Luo family plays golf?" Raymond Chow suddenly smiled bitterly. "Do you guys have mind-reading abilities? I'm a stock market buddy of the Luo family's second young master."

"Fellow stock investor?" This was the first time Qin Han had ever heard this term.

"Yes." Raymond Chow sighed and unfolded the Hong Kong Economic Journal cover on the table: "The Hong Kong stock market has been incredibly hot lately. The stocks that Mr. Luo and I bought together have made a lot of money."

"But these past two days... the Hang Seng Index has seen a slight pullback. I guess Mr. Luo is feeling just as bad as I am."

Ever since making a fortune following Qin Han's advice, Fred had become very interested in all sorts of stock information, and immediately leaned forward to ask, "Raymond, what stocks did you buy?"

Raymond Chow pointed to the large headline on the newspaper: "What else could it be? Of course, it's 'Hong Kong Antenna'."

Hong Kong antenna?

Upon hearing those four words, Qin Han almost burst out laughing. He quickly raised his newspaper to cover his face, trying to hide his suppressed laughter.

"Hong Kong Antenna? What does that do? A television station?" Fred, unfamiliar with Hong Kong's local businesses, continued to ask.

"Pretty much!" Raymond Chow, as if to prove his judgment was correct, began to introduce the company: "Fred, although this company makes antennas, everyone outside says it's a TVB concept stock!"

"TVB is about to hold a beauty pageant, and the stock price has already risen from a few cents to over thirty dollars!"

Raymond Chow became more and more excited as he spoke: "Young Master Luo and I both entered the market when we were in our early twenties, ready to make a big bet."

"But... in the last two days, the stock price suddenly dropped to around ten dollars, which should be a technical adjustment..."

"Pfft—" Qin Han finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Ah Han, what are you laughing at?" Bruce Lee looked at his apprentice with some confusion.

Qin Han tried hard to control his expression, lest he laugh too gleefully.

Technical adjustments?

This adjustment led to the creation of a future classic TVB drama – "The Greed of Man"!

"Hong Kong Antenna" is simply the biggest joke in Hong Kong's financial history, bar none.

This company has no core technology at all. It's just a few so-called experts who set up an iron rod on the roof of a building in Kowloon Tong and claimed to have invented some new type of antenna.

In this lifetime, the globally viral satellite broadcast gave the company's stock an extra boost!

But in reality, the signal reception of this thing is not fundamentally different from that of a clothes rack.

The so-called "TVB concept stocks" are purely a smokescreen put out by speculators to fleece retail investors who are blinded by greed.

Now, we are on the eve of the 1973 stock market crash.

The Hang Seng Index has surged to 1700 points, and Hong Kong stock market investors are in a state of frenzy.

And "Hong Kong Antenna" is the bubble that is about to burst first.

"Mr. Zou, how much did you and Young Master Luo pay for the 'Hong Kong Antenna'?"

Raymond Chow sighed, clearly unwilling to recall the matter: "I don't know his exact figure, but he boasted a couple of days ago while drinking that if this stock rose to HK$50, he could buy half of Causeway Bay."

That's a lot of money!

It seems this is the opportunity for "Enter the Dragon".

"Let's discuss the location shooting later. I'll make a call first." Qin Han grabbed the receiver from his desk and dialed a number.

"Hello, Mr. Ni..."

"It's me, Qin Han. It's like this, yesterday while I was eating, I overheard people talking in the next private room. You know, those of us who practice martial arts have very sharp senses..."

"Yes, they're talking about the 'Hong Kong Antenna' that's been all the rage lately..."

"The more I listened, the more suspicious I became, so I waited until they finished eating and then quietly followed them. Unfortunately, Kowloon Tong is too chaotic, and I lost them..."

"If you're interested in this news, you might want to send someone to investigate undercover... the approximate location is..."

As Raymond Chow listened, he felt increasingly uneasy, and cold sweat broke out uncontrollably on his forehead.

Judging from Qin Han's words, is there something wrong with this "Hong Kong Antenna" company?

After hanging up the phone, Qin Han looked at Zou Wenhuai with a half-smile: "Mr. Zou, shall we wait for Mr. Ni's call back?"

Zou Wenhuai suppressed his unease: "This Mr. Ni you mentioned..."

"That's right, it's Ni Kuang from Ming Pao," Qin Han confirmed.

At this moment, Raymond Chow's heart jumped into his throat.

If there wasn't solid evidence, how could this guy possibly flirt with Ming Pao's chief writer?

Wait a minute, he's only been here a few days, how come he's already so familiar with Ni Kuang?