My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 19 Hell's Kitchen

"The shark has taken the bait and is just waiting for us to reel it in."

Qin Han walked to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of soda water:

"Whether they are writers or politicians, these self-proclaimed elites all share a common problem—they are suspicious and greedy."

"He will only willingly hand over the book to us when faced with irrefutable facts and benefits."

Lorna frowned. "I still don't understand. Is the work of a struggling writer who can barely pay his rent really worth all this effort?"

She couldn't understand where Qin Han's terrifyingly strong confidence came from.

Qin Han chuckled and walked up to Luo Na, their eyes meeting.

"If I told you I have special abilities, that I already know what he's going to write, and that I'm certain it will shake up Hollywood, would you believe me?"

"Special abilities?" Rona was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Qin Han blinked, his tone incredibly provocative: "Really, for example, the news I just sent to Peter was a product of this kind of power. It's truly priceless."

Upon hearing the words "priceless treasure," Rona's professional radar instantly activated.

She suddenly reached out, grabbed Qin Han's tie, and yanked it hard.

Caught off guard, Qin Han fell backward and landed face up on the large bed behind him.

Before he could react, Rona was already kneeling on one knee on the edge of the bed, her hands on either side of his ear as she looked down at him.

"What exciting news did you not tell me right away?"

Her expression was like that of a lioness who had discovered that her zebra leg had been stolen by a hyena.

Qin Han lay on the soft mattress, looking at the aggressively beautiful face above him, and said helplessly:

"Calm down, Miss Barrett. That's a political news story, and it's international politics."

"Your column's audience is housewives who care about celebrity infidelity and on-set feuds. You probably wouldn't be interested in such serious topics."

"That's your prejudice!" Rona poked Qin Han's chest hard with her finger:

"How do you think I dug up all that filth about the Kennedy family? Before becoming an entertainment reporter, I was a proper investigative journalist!"

"Enough with the nonsense, just tell me the truth. If you don't want me to make things difficult for you in our future collaborations..."

Qin Han sighed, knowing that this woman was serious.

In this era without the internet, news timeliness is life itself, and it is also a journalist's greatest value.

"January 27th," he said slowly. "The location is the International Conference Center on Rue de la Clerber in Paris, France."

"U.S. Secretary of State Henry Kissinger will be there to formally sign an agreement on behalf of the U.S. government to end the war in Vietnam and restore peace."

Lorna gripped the pristine white sheets tightly with both hands.

"What...what did you say?"

Her face was filled with disbelief: "Sign an agreement? Not negotiations, not consultations, but signing it directly?"

The female reporter jumped out of bed and paced back and forth in the room:

"That was the Vietnam War! A full ten years, tens of thousands dead, hundreds of billions of dollars burned! How could it possibly end so easily?"

If this is true, the entire political landscape, economic trajectory, and even the direction of Hollywood in the United States will undergo dramatic changes.

"Believe it or not." Qin Han sat up in bed and straightened his disheveled tie. "After all, it's just speculation."

Speculation?

Rona looked at Qin Han in disbelief. He was as calm as if he were saying, "It will rain tomorrow."

This nonchalant attitude sent chills down her spine.

She grabbed the receiver of the room phone and pressed the button to connect to the front desk:

"Get me a long-distance call from Los Angeles, Syndicate column! Immediately! Charge room 1608!"

After a wait of about ten seconds, the call was connected.

"This is Rona! Listen, take down everything that was scheduled for Sunday! Yes, everything!"

"Ignore those damn Google sellers, tell them I have something more important to release! If they're not satisfied, let them sue me!"

At this moment, Rona had completely shed her previous charm and frivolity, displaying the demeanor of a professional journalist.

"Today is the 24th." She glanced at the gold watch on her wrist, her mind racing:

"As soon as tomorrow's meeting ends, I'll head straight to the airport and return to Los Angeles!"

"I landed on the night of the 25th, and I had a few hours to rest and prepare the materials."

"The 26th is the Rolling Stones' concert day. I'll go backstage first to do the interview, which is the dessert prepared for the entertainment section."

As she said this, a fervent light shone in her eyes:

"Then, despite the time difference, I'll go straight to the radio station. I'm going to do a live broadcast, connecting with journalists in Paris!"

"What will be in the live stream? It's a secret, just wait for me!"

"Smack!" The phone was slammed shut.

Rona let out a long breath, as if she had just finished a tough battle.

"Gurgle—" An untimely sound rang out in the quiet room.

She pressed her flat stomach somewhat awkwardly.

"Looks like even our strong woman needs an energy boost." Qin Han stood up and considerately picked up his coat.

"Let's go, call Andrew. It's your treat to celebrate the big news that's coming up."

……

The January winds in New York are biting cold.

Even with my coat wrapped tightly around me, the biting cold air still seeped in through my collar.

"Damn weather." Lorna hunched her shoulders, holding onto Qin Han and Andrew's arms on either side, carefully avoiding puddles on the ground.

As soon as the three of them reached the restaurant entrance, a strong smell of human oil wafted over.

Under the restaurant lights, a ragged figure huddled up: "Sir...please have mercy...50 cents will do..."

Lorna shrank back, pulled a handkerchief from her purse to cover her mouth and nose, and disgustedly pulled the two of them around the beggar.

"Go quickly, don't make eye contact with him."

Upon entering the restaurant, a warm breeze greets you, shutting out the suffering outside and placing you in another world.

After taking his seat, Qin Han looked at the man outside the door and couldn't help but sigh softly:

"I never imagined that there would be so many homeless people in 1973."

Lorna ordered a pasta dish and a glass of red wine, then handed the menu to Andrew.

"This phenomenon has been ongoing ever since the halo of Roosevelt's New Deal faded."

"Especially in the last two years, more and more disabled veterans have returned from Vietnam, and the government's pensions are not being paid out. Where else can they go but sleep on the streets?"

There was a hint of helplessness in her eyes: "Go a few blocks further west, and that's the real hell on earth."

Have you ever heard of "Hell's Kitchen"?

This name is absolutely legendary to any Marvel fan.

But in the real 1973, it wasn't Daredevil's place of fighting evil; it was a true breeding ground for chaos.

"It's in the area between 34th and 59th Streets, between 8th Avenue and the Hudson River."

Lorna pointed out the window: "Especially the area where 46th Street and 9th Avenue intersect."

"Gang warfare, drug trafficking, prostitution on the streets... that's a festering sore in New York."

"Police officers have to go in groups. Those who live there are either desperados or scoundrels whom even God has given up on."

46th Street, 9th Avenue?

A flash of lightning seemed to strike Qin Han's mind.

He quickly pulled out his small notebook from his pocket and opened it to the latest page:

[A pet store called "Old Jack" officially opened for business today at the intersection of 46th Street and 9th Avenue in Manhattan, New York.]

So this neighborhood is actually located in "Hell's Kitchen"?

"Lorna, I really want to give you a big kiss right now..."