My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 41 Taking a Detour

"Are you sure you want to hand over an A-list production to someone who makes terrible movies?"

Rona's eyes were filled with doubt.

In this era, there are thick barriers between the film industry and the gay community, and the concept of crossing over is not really applicable.

Ridley Scott is far from being called a "magician of light and shadow" at this point.

However, he is already the undisputed king of gay porn in the UK.

This natural visual master possesses an almost pathological intuition for using smoke, backlighting, and color.

Later, whether it was the suffocating space ruins in "Alien" or the damp, neon-lit cyberpunk city in "Blade Runner," both proved his unparalleled artistic talent.

Qin Han drew a big circle around his name on the whiteboard:

"I've seen his short film for Chanel. His control over light and shadow is almost perfect, which is very suitable for the story of 'Enter the Dragon'. He will definitely be able to bring out the unique sense of mystery on the island."

Bruce Lee stroked the stubble on his chin, lost in thought.

As someone who also pursues excellence, he could understand what Qin Han meant, but he still had some concerns.

"Ah Han, visually appealing scenes are important, but this is a kung fu movie. Can he manage the choreography of so many shots?"

Bruce Lee personally handled almost all the action scene choreography and shot design for his three previous films.

He knew all too well how haphazardly maneuvering the camera could ruin a great fight.

Qin Han had anticipated his master's concerns: "Of course, action scenes are the soul of kung fu films, and no one is more professional in this regard than you, Master. Therefore, our cooperation model must be innovative."

"Ridley Scott was in charge of visual style, art direction, and overall camera language."

"And for all the action scenes, from design to storyboarding, you, Master, have the veto power and the authority to direct on-site."

"One for literature, one for military affairs, driven by dual cores."

If we could truly strip away the tedious filming work and focus solely on the action itself, it would be the creative environment Bruce Lee dreamed of.

"Good lad, you've got a good plan." He felt relieved and sat back down in his chair. "Since you've put it that way, let's give it a try."

"But let me make this clear from the start: if this Englishman really isn't up to the task, I'll kick him off the set without hesitation."

"Of course." Qin Han smiled and turned to Andrew, who was writing furiously to the side: "Andrew, this matter is entrusted to you."

"Contact Ridley Scott. Once I finish the script, I'll send it to him immediately. If possible, have him fly to Hollywood."

Andrew checked his schedule for tomorrow and noted this down for 9 a.m. to ensure that the time difference wouldn't affect his work.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. After registering the company at the city hall tomorrow, I need to go to the bank as well."

Qin Han handed him a slip of paper with the bill of exchange number written on it:

"Write a five-hundred-dollar money order to Chase Manhattan Bank in New York, payable to Sylvester Stallone."

……

The next morning.

California sunlight streamed unhindered through the white sheer curtains, bathing the large bed in the bedroom.

Qin Han felt a tickle in his nose and groggily opened his eyes.

A delicate face was pressed against his face, with golden hair falling over the tip of his nose.

Rona rested her chin on her hand, gazing at his sleeping face with a slight smile on her lips.

"Good morning, my great producer." She stretched as she saw Qin Han wake up.

The silk robe slid down her smooth shoulders, revealing two deep collarbones.

Last night, the female reporter claimed she wanted to stay and discuss cooking with him, and insisted that hot dogs taste best when eaten between two pieces of bread.

As a result, I got to try an extra serving of Thousand Island dressing.

"I have to leave after breakfast."

She glanced at the clock on the wall and reverted to her capable, strong-woman demeanor.

"To coincide with the company's launch, I've prepared a major exclusive interview."

"Oh? Whose interview?" Qin Han asked, stroking her face.

"Olivia de Havilland".

Oh? That's a name that resonates throughout Hollywood history.

Not only because she was the intelligent and resilient Melanie in "Gone with the Wind," but more importantly, because she was a pioneer in breaking down the old system.

In the 1940s, Haviland, who was sidelined, bravely sued Warner Bros. and won the case, thus defeating the "snowballing system" that dominated Hollywood for the first time.

This victory, known as the "de Havilland Act," was the first to tear a rift in the big-budget film system.

"You want to use her to promote the 'package deal'?" Qin Han instantly understood Luo Na's intention.

"That's right." Lorna smiled confidently: "Having a pioneer advocate for the new order will definitely be very effective."

"I will discuss the changes in Hollywood today with this legendary actress on the show, and then naturally introduce the agent model - that's called legacy."

Qin Han couldn't help but sigh, "Luo Na is simply a born public relations master."

Go for it! I'll be waiting for your good news.

After the two got up, ate breakfast, and saw off the radiant Lorna, the pale blue light screen in front of them popped up on time.

Today's intelligence has been updated.

Due to continuous torrential rains, the water level of the middle reaches of the Mississippi River has surged, causing severe flooding at the border of Kentucky and Tennessee, and disrupting major east-west transportation routes.

Qin Han frowned as he read the message.

He quickly got up and walked to the map of the United States on the wall, pointing westward from New York along the interstate highway.

"This means... our tough guys will have to take a rather roundabout route."

……

New York, Hell's Kitchen.

The winter wind was still biting. Sylvester Stallone stood at the basement door and closed the broken door behind him.

We took everything we could, just a small backpack.

"Let's go, Books." He tightened his coat and patted the side pocket of the Honda.

"Woof!" The big dog excitedly jumped into the car, wearing a pair of windproof goggles on its head, looking both comical and majestic.

Stallone hopped on his motorcycle, and "whoosh!"

With a roar of engines and a resolute air, it merged into the traffic of New York.

He went to the bank first and, as agreed beforehand, received his $500 advance payment.

I went on a shopping spree at a large supermarket: beef jerky, canned food, large bottles of purified water, and two large bags of premium dog food.

The motorcycle's side pockets were stuffed full.

Everything is ready.

"Head west! To Hollywood!" Stallone exclaimed, twisting the accelerator with great enthusiasm.

However, the good mood lasted for less than two hours.

As they prepared to enter the highway entrance to Pennsylvania, a yellow warning tape and several police cars with flashing lights stopped all the vehicles.

"The road's closed, buddy," a state trooper, wrapped in a thick coat, waved to the crowd.

"There's been a major flood ahead, and the road to the west is impassable."

"What?" Stallone took off his helmet, looking bewildered. "Then how do I get there? I need to go to California."

The state trooper shrugged: "Then you'll have to take a detour."

"Or you could try your luck heading north to the Canadian border—but I advise against it, you'll freeze solid on a motorcycle."

"Either head south and bypass the flooded area."

Stallone pulled a crumpled map of the entire United States from his bag and examined it carefully.

Heading southwest, you'll pass through Maryland... Virginia...

Although the journey is much longer, at least the climate is warm and people won't freeze to death.

"Hold on tight, buddy." He put his helmet back on and yelled at Books, "Our journey's going to get longer!"

"Perhaps we could also stop by and visit Elvis Presley's hometown!"