My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 50 Live Stream Across Two Locations

"flood?"

The abrupt change of topic caught both of them off guard, but as media professionals, they still possessed a keen sensitivity to current events.

"Of course, it was a terrible disaster." Parker rubbed his stiff cheeks. "We saw it on the news. Kentucky and Tennessee were flooded, and countless people were displaced."

"Yes, it was terrible," Lorna Barrett clicked her tongue as she continued, "but you two should be grateful for this sudden flood."

"Given Bruce's temperament, a lawyer's letter would have been on its way long ago for your shameless behavior."

"But an old friend from Memphis found me—Colonel Parker."

"Who?" Harry didn't react for a moment. "You mean... Colonel Tom Parker? Elvis's manager?"

In this circle, everyone knows this name.

"That's right, it's that fat guy."

Lorna nodded casually: "The Colonel told me that Elvis is extremely worried about the disaster in his hometown and hopes to hold a charity concert in Memphis."

"But having just finished a near-perfect 'Hello Hawaii,' how can we create another ratings miracle?"

As she said this, her gaze swept across Pike and Harry's faces:

"I immediately thought of this farce you orchestrated—oh no, this 'fighting extravaganza.' You're welcome."

Parker felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest: linking Elvis's charity concert with our ring match?

It's like you originally just wanted to set up a hot dog stand on the street, but suddenly someone tells you that they want to move your stand into the White House state dinner venue!

"Lorna, you...you're not kidding, are you?"

"I never joke, especially not in business." Lorna pulled a draft memo from her Hermès bag:

"I took the initiative to mediate with Bruce. Sympathy for the natural disaster prompted this kung fu master to temporarily set aside his personal anger."

"He agreed to use this match as a prelude to a charity fundraising event, using his influence to do something practical for the disaster victims."

Qin Han snorted coldly from the side, his face still as sour as a rock in a latrine: "Hmph, if it weren't for the disaster victims, Master would never have let you off so easily."

"God...it's true..." Pike knew all too well what this meant.

By seizing this opportunity, Los Angeles Sports Radio will become the focus of attention across the United States and even the world, thanks to Elvis Presley's songs and satellite signals!

I thought I had caused a huge problem, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better!

Hiroki Ishii is simply an angel sent by God!

"Mr. Qin! Ms. Lorna!" Parker's face crinkled into a wide smile. "Thank you so much! This is simply...a great act of kindness! Our radio station will definitely cooperate fully for the disaster relief efforts!"

"Tell me whatever you want!"

Harry nodded vigorously, "Exactly! With Elvis and Bruce Lee involved, the bar for sponsors needs to be raised five times! No, ten times!"

Seeing the two radio executives who had gone into a frenzy, Qin Han forced a smile and tapped the table lightly with his finger: "Don't be too happy yet, there's something I must make clear."

"Bruce Lee will not fight."

"What?!" Harry exclaimed anxiously, "If they don't fight, how will the audience support us? Everyone's here for a Japanese man versus Bruce Lee!"

Qin Han snorted coldly: "Don't push your luck. My master will support the show, but fighting? That would be too beneath him. I will fight in place of my master in this battle."

"You?" Harry looked Qin Han up and down.

"What? You doubt my abilities?" Qin Han casually picked up a pencil from the table.

With a slight squeeze of the middle and index fingers, the pencil snapped in two with a "snap".

Harry shrank back in fright. How much finger strength did that take?

"No, no, no! Of course not!" Parker quickly smoothed things over. "Since Mr. Qin is Mr. Li's top disciple, he must have inherited all of his skills! Isn't that even more interesting—a grandmaster's disciple fighting on behalf of his master to defend the honor of his school!"

That old guy's mind works fast; he came up with a new promotional copy in an instant.

"Very good. Since you have no objections, then it's settled. Next, let Rona go over the procedures with you."

Lorna took over the conversation, demonstrating the professionalism of a media queen:

"Listen, this satellite broadcast is very expensive, costing US dollars per second. The signal will first be transmitted to the fighting arena in Santa Monica."

"But in all the early promotions for GG, it is absolutely forbidden to reveal that there will be an Elvis concert after the fighting game."

"We need to create suspense and keep the audience on the edge of their seats. The only tagline we can use is—'There's a super surprise after the game.'"

Parker and Harry nodded repeatedly.

"After Qin's battle with that Japanese man ends, Bruce will appear as an award presenter. At that moment, the audience will think that this is the so-called 'surprise'."

Rona's eyes sparkled with excitement:

"And just when everyone thinks it's over, Bruce will pick up the microphone and personally reveal the real Easter egg—switch the signal to Memphis!"

"That's a bombshell for the whole world! Elvis's songs will resound at that moment, perfectly echoing the fight scene on the West Coast!"

This script, full of twists and turns, got Pike's blood pumping.

"Fantastic!" Parker gave a thumbs up. "Ms. Lorna, this plan is absolutely perfect!"

Having settled all the details, Qin Han and Luo Na got up to say goodbye.

Parker and Harry bowed and scraped all the way, escorting the two into the elevator as if they were their own ancestors. Only after the elevator doors closed did the two of them lean against the wall, completely exhausted.

"I'm going to be rich... I'm really going to be rich this time..." Harry muttered to himself.

"Smack!" Pike slapped Harry on the back of the head. "What are you daydreaming about! Get back to work!"

"Now there's only one problem left—that Japanese man!"

……

Inside a cheap motel in Santa Monica.

Hiroki Ishii was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a piece of dry bread in his hand, munching on it with a gloomy expression.

"With things turned out like this, I don't even know if I can complete Master's mission..."

"Knock knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door.

Ishii quickly went to the door and looked out through the peephole.

Two white men stood anxiously in the doorway, sweating profusely. "Mr. Ishii! I'm Harry from the radio station! We've met before!"

Ishii breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.

"Great news!" Harry grabbed Ishii's hand as soon as he entered. "Bruce Lee responded! They accepted the challenge!"

"Nani?" He could hardly believe his ears.

"However, it wasn't Bruce Lee who appeared, it was his student!" Pike explained.

"Apprentice?" Ishii's eyes darted around, his mind racing.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Harry quickly added, "No need to say more, we allow you to give up on your machine at the competition venue!"

Hearing this, Hiroki Ishii finally nodded in satisfaction.

Great, it seems there's hope of completing the mission...

He pulled a heavy black leather suitcase from under the bed: "You have no idea how many troubles I've encountered on my journey to promote this invention..."

"At every martial arts gym I went to, they insisted on having me fight before they'd buy anything, forcing me to win all the way to Los Angeles..."

He carefully opened the suitcase, inside which was a strangely shaped device.

The black metal box is covered with a complex array of knobs and dials, connected to several wires of varying thicknesses, with metal contacts at the ends of the wires.

"Is this the instrument you were talking about?" Harry felt that this thing looked like some kind of torture device.

Hiroki Ishii laughed:

"That's right, this is what I was talking about—the electric shock combat training device that uses electrical current to stimulate muscles and give people a body of steel."