My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 15 Thor's Mother

"Yes, Master." George scratched his messy curly hair with a puzzled look. "I filled out a form when I registered, although you later used that form to prop up a table leg."

Qin Han ignored his apprentice's complaints, his heart starting to race.

He stared at George's freckled face, trying to find a familiar outline in it.

"Your sister...is her name Renée? Renée Russell?"

George was startled and almost dropped the cup in his hand: "Master, how did you know? Have you met my sister?"

"No... I guessed." Qin Han wiped the Coke from the corner of his mouth, realizing he had hit the jackpot.

Not only have I seen her, but everyone knows the name Renée Russell.

That tough policewoman who fought Mel Gibson in Lethal Weapon 3, and that dignified and elegant goddess Frigga in Thor.

Before becoming an actress, she was one of the top supermodels of the 1970s and a cover girl for countless fashion magazines!

Judging by the timing, this should be right before she was discovered by a modeling scout.

Meanwhile, her younger brother was sitting in his dilapidated apartment, drinking the half-cup of cola she had given him, and calling her "Master."

"My God..." Andrew, oblivious to Qin Han's unusual expression, was deeply moved by George's story.

"George, you're a real man. If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know."

"Thank you, Mr. Andrew." George smiled a little embarrassedly. "Actually, my sister has been worried lately. The factory is laying off workers, and she's very afraid of losing her job."

"If we lose our jobs, we really won't be able to afford the rent."

"Unemployed? Don't panic." Qin Han patted his chest. "George, if your sister really does lose her job, the landlord will cover your rent!"

George's eyes widened, his clear gaze sweeping over Qin Han and around the room.

There wasn't even a can of Coke left in that broken refrigerator, yet Master dared to make such a bold statement as paying someone's rent.

The boy swallowed hard. "Master, although I know you Chinese people value face, lying is not a good habit."

Qin Han choked for a moment, his old face turning slightly red.

"Ahem." Andrew, who had been watching the show, couldn't help but laugh and come to Qin Han's rescue: "Little guy, your master wasn't bragging this time. He just signed a big contract."

Although the money is still in Universal Pictures' account and may not be credited to their account, that doesn't stop Andrew from using some of his "credit" in advance.

George pursed his lips and shook his head vigorously: "Mr. Andrew, you don't need to cover for him. I know that adults always have a lot of strange reasons to maintain their dignity."

Seeing that the boy was unmoved by reason, Qin Han grabbed Andrew's backpack, which he hadn't had time to pack, and pulled out a thick document.

That was a copy of the contract brought out from Universal Pictures' legal department.

"then."

The boy hurriedly caught it and turned to the first page with a puzzled look.

What comes into view is the huge globe logo, surrounded by the gold-stamped "Universal Pictures" lettering.

As someone who grew up in Los Angeles, this logo is all too familiar.

Even if you can't understand those complicated legal clauses, this symbol alone is enough to make any slum kid's brain shut down.

"This...this is real?" George's hands trembled slightly. "Universal Pictures? Master, you...you single-handedly stormed in and kidnapped their boss?"

"If that's the case, why would I be here teaching you horse stance?" Qin Han pulled back the document and casually ruffled the boy's hair.

Listen, George.

He crouched down, his gaze level with the boy's, and his tone became exceptionally serious: "In the near future, we will be making a movie, and we will need a lot of people."

"Since your sister is struggling to find a job, why not let her give it a try?"

"At least, the crew's salaries are definitely higher than those at the eyeglasses factory, and they are never delayed."

Renée Russo is currently at the age where Hollywood has a rare and precious young actress.

Given the opportunity, her innate star quality is enough to be captured by a discerning producer.

George's breathing became rapid. For those living at the bottom of society, Hollywood was like the moon hanging in the sky—visible but untouchable.

But now, his master not only plucked the moon from the sky, but also asked him if he wanted to cut a piece to take home.

"I...I'll go back and tell Renee right now!"

His legs, which had been aching terribly, seemed to be filled with strength. He grabbed his schoolbag, which he had tossed in the corner, and rushed straight to the door.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, a chorus of curses erupted in the stairwell, clearly the neighbors expressing their "gratitude" to the energetic young man.

After closing the door, Andrew looked at Qin Han, who was tidying up the contracts, with a complicated expression in his eyes.

"Qin, you're a good person, but I have to remind you that this contract is currently worthless."

"Besides, isn't this a revenue-sharing contract? When did it involve making a movie?"

Qin Han carefully put the contract away, turned around, and gave Andrew the same smile he had given his master:

"Andrew, I understand what you mean. In this filthy slum, sometimes hope hurts more than despair."

"Do you know why my master went from being a martial arts instructor in Seattle to becoming Bruce Lee?"

Before the other party could answer, Qin Han stretched out his finger and tapped his temple.

"Because of belief."

"In this world, most people only believe when they see the results; only a very few people can see the results because they believe."

"Since I promised George, even if 'The Big Boss' fails, I will find another way to get his sister out of that damn factory."

"Don't forget, I am that man's apprentice."

At that moment, Qin Han's gaze gave Andrew the illusion that the person standing opposite him was not a down-on-his-luck debtor, but a super tycoon like Raymond Chow.

After a long silence, he suddenly laughed.

He raised the last sip of his cola and gave Qin Han a respectful toast from afar: "Alright, crazy Qin. It seems I shouldn't have judged you master and disciple by common sense."

"Only now do I realize that Mr. Zou's decision to let you handle Universal Pictures on your own was not an impulsive one."

"Go to bed early. We need to figure out what to eat tomorrow. I don't want to starve to death in Los Angeles before the movie is released."

After Andrew finished speaking, he downed his Coke in one gulp and collapsed onto the creaking, broken sofa, fully clothed.

……

The next morning.

Qin Han woke up precisely at eight o'clock.

Today's intelligence has been updated.

The National Association of Newspaper Publishers will hold its 45th annual National Journalists Summit tomorrow at the Hilton Hotel in Manhattan, New York, for a period of three days.

A journalists' summit? Then that man will definitely attend!

"Wow, I've finally found an opportunity on Taobao!"