My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 36 Moving

"They...they changed their minds?"

Seeing Renee's nervous expression, Qin Han suppressed a smile and sighed deeply.

"Yes, I was originally planning to find you an apartment nearby so you could move in, but that's not possible now."

"You probably won't be able to stay in an apartment anymore. You'll have to make do and come with me to stay in a detached villa in West Hollywood."

"A villa? Living together? This...this isn't appropriate, Mr. Qin." Renee snapped out of her daze, waving her hands frantically, her face flushed red. "We just..."

"There's nothing wrong with it." Qin Han didn't give her a chance to refuse. He bent down, picked up the heavy cardboard box from the ground, and walked towards the door.

"That house was very big, and I used it as a temporary preparation office for the 'Enter the Dragon' crew."

"You can move in as a company benefit; just treat it as employee dormitories."

As he reached the door, he turned back to look at the two siblings who were still standing there, stunned.

"Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Once you start receiving your salary, I'll deduct the rent from it every month."

Upon hearing the words "deduct rent," Renee actually breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you all standing there for? Do you expect me, the producer, to be your porter?"

"Oh! Here it comes!" George cheered, picked up his backpack, and rushed outside.

The extended Lincoln drove through the slums and arrived at Qin Han's apartment building.

He and Andrew had already packed their bags.

This little house has witnessed the most difficult times since the beginning of my journey. Now that I'm leaving, I feel no reluctance at all, but rather a sense of exhilaration at the prospect of making great strides.

After walking around the room, Qin Han took off the old sandbag and carried it on his shoulder.

Fred, who was standing at the door smoking a cigar, asked with interest, "Qin, are you really going to bring this piece of junk to the new house? Why not just buy a new one?"

Qin Han patted the rough canvas and said with a smile, "This is what my master left me when he left America."

Upon hearing this, Fred's dismissive expression softened slightly, and he nodded.

"Is this what you call mentorship? I must say, you Easterners are indeed much more particular about interpersonal relationships than we are."

The luxury car was used like a pickup truck, loaded to the brim, and headed towards West Hollywood.

When the red and white villa came into view, the siblings practically pressed their faces against the car window.

"Alright, there'll be plenty of time to look at it later. Hurry up and move your things." Qin Han patted George on the back of the head.

The crowd filed in, and the first floor was quickly cleared out. The sofas were pushed to the corner, and a huge conference table was placed on it. A whiteboard was also hung on the wall.

The living room became Qin Han's temporary meeting room.

"Rene, the two south-facing rooms on the second floor are for you and your brother; Andrew, you stay in the guest room on the first floor so you can keep an eye on the phone."

After assigning the rooms, he glanced at the clock; it was already 2 p.m.

"Let's go, Fred, to the airport."

……

Los Angeles International Airport, a bustling arrivals hall.

Qin Han and Fred stood side by side, their pair attracting the attention of many passersby.

A well-dressed, overweight Jewish man and a simply dressed but dignified young Chinese man.

These days, are there still Chinese people who can be so close to Jews?

"Dear passengers, this is a flight from Hong Kong..."

As the announcement of the flight's landing came on, a familiar figure strode through the crowd, pushing a luggage cart.

"Master!" Qin Han quickly went to greet him.

Bruce Lee took off his sunglasses, put his arm around his apprentice's shoulder, and his eyes were full of laughter: "Good lad! You've got Warner covered in just a few days! Your master was right about you!"

Then, his gaze passed over Qin Han and landed on Fred behind him, a look of delighted surprise on his face as he reunited with an old friend.

He laughed loudly, threw down the luggage cart, rushed over, and hugged the chubby producer.

"Fred! You've gotten even fatter! I didn't expect you to actually have time to pick me up?"

"Bruce! God, you look even more like a killer than before!" Fred slapped Bruce Lee hard on the back.

This scene left Qin Han, who was standing to the side, somewhat bewildered.

Although they knew the two knew each other, their level of warmth clearly exceeded that of ordinary business partners.

Seemingly sensing his apprentice's confusion, Bruce Lee released Fred, pointed at the fat Jewish man, and laughed:

"Ah Han, I haven't properly introduced myself to you yet. Back when I finished filming 'The Green Hornet,' no Hollywood studio was willing to give me a lead role."

A flicker of wistful reminiscence crossed his eyes:

"Back then, only this guy still cared about me—he was just an unknown marketing manager at the time."

He said, "Bruce, Hollywood is a mirror. You have to shine somewhere else first before this mirror reflects you. Go back to Hong Kong, conquer it, and then come back to fight your way back."

Qin Han was shocked. He had always thought that returning to Hong Kong was Bruce Lee's own decision, but he never expected that Fred had also given him advice.

"I'm a man of my word," Fred said with a smug look on his face.

"When you broke box office records in Hong Kong, I immediately grabbed the newspaper and went to find Ted!"

"Look! This is the Chinese man you drove away! Now, we have to beg him to come back!" he joked, mimicking his own tone at the time.

It turned out to be the case.

Looking at the fat Jewish man in front of him who always talked about profit and was even a bit greedy, Qin Han felt a mix of emotions.

In an era rife with prejudice and discrimination, Fred Weintraub's vision and magnanimity truly earned him the title of "The Wolf of Burbank."

"Fred, you are my mentor, I will remember this kindness," he said solemnly.

"No, no, no, don't be so mushy." Fred's chubby face stretched out with a smile.

"More than just verbal thanks, I feel the stock you recommended was much more meaningful. My account is growing every hour now!"

The three of them looked at each other and burst into hearty laughter, attracting the attention of the surrounding passengers.

When we returned to the villa, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and the setting sun had gilded the red roof with a layer of gold.

When Bruce Lee walked into the house, George, who had been standing guard at the door, immediately stood at attention.

"Mr. Li... Mr. Li..." He was so excited that he could hardly speak, and his face turned as red as a ripe tomato.

Bruce Lee looked at the freckled white boy and laughed, as if he were seeing his young students from when he taught boxing in Seattle.

He walked over and reached out to touch George's messy curly hair:

"Ah Han said you've been practicing martial arts with him? How's your horse stance coming along?"

"I...I practice every day!" George straightened his back and immediately assumed a horse stance.

"Okay! Show me a couple of punches when you have time, and I'll give you some pointers!"

A word of encouragement instantly ignited two small flames in the boy's eyes.

After settling their luggage, the master and apprentice finally had some time alone.

"Ah Han, this place is great. It can be used for both work and living, much more convenient than a hotel." Bruce Lee stood by the window, looking at the lush green lawn outside, quite satisfied.

Qin Han closed the door, shutting out the noise from outside.

"Master, the $300,000 I requested this time... hasn't been approved by Boss Zou yet?"