My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 40 Han Studio

Qin Han's lips twitched slightly as he watched the Hollywood lioness poised to pounce.

Clearly, the news queen completely misunderstood his intentions.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat and gestured for her to come in. "Lorna, I think you might have misunderstood. By 'private,' I mean trade secrets."

A flicker of surprise crossed Rona's azure eyes, which quickly turned into annoyance.

She strode into the house in her high heels, sat down on the sofa, and crossed her legs.

"You'd better actually have some priceless trade secret, or I'll show you what happens when you make fun of a woman."

The female reporter said through gritted teeth.

Qin Han obediently pulled up a chair and sat opposite Luo Na:

"Lorna, you are the queen of the media industry. You should know better than me that in Hollywood, controlling the media channels means controlling the discourse."

He pointed to what he had written on the whiteboard during the meeting: "As you can see, we are preparing to start a company and need a strong mouthpiece."

"We hope you can join us, not as an advisor, but as a partner."

Lorna's anger dissipated almost entirely upon hearing the word "partner".

She took out a menthol cigarette from her bag, and Qin Han handed her a lighter at the right moment.

"Go on."

"As you can see, we now have stars, screenwriters, and decent scripts." Qin Han's hand swept over each person present.

"And if you're added to that—the largest syndicated radio network in the US and the most cutting-edge Hollywood gossip magazine."

"This is a perfect closed loop. We can create our own stars, define what's trending, and studios will pay for every single one of our intellectual property!"

Luo Na has seen countless producers who make grand promises, but Qin Han's promise sounds quite appealing.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Contribute your media resources as equity, using them as technology. In return, you'll have priority reporting rights and a 5% profit share on all future company projects!" Qin Han laughed.

"Okay, deal! Since we're partners, I'm not leaving tonight. We need to plan our first wave of promotion!"

As night falls, the streetlights on the streets of West Hollywood gradually come on.

Renée Russell stood outside the villa's large iron gate, clutching her resignation approval tightly in her hand.

This was her last day working at the eyeglasses factory.

When she slammed her employee badge on the foreman's desk, who was always groping her, and shouted "I quit," the feeling of exhilaration was indescribable.

Is she really going to become an actress?

Does that man in the pink apron who's fighting really believe I can act well?

She took a deep breath and pushed open the villa's door.

In the living room, Bruce Lee was practicing his moves in front of the mirror, Andrew was flipping through a pile of documents, Lorna was sitting cross-legged on the sofa writing and drawing, and Qin Han was standing in front of the whiteboard deep in thought.

Upon hearing the door open, everyone's eyes immediately turned to Renee.

"I...did I come back at the wrong time?" She felt uneasy under his gaze.

"No! It's the perfect time!" Qin Han strode forward, a reassuring smile on his face. "Welcome back. Have you completed the resignation procedures?"

"Yes, everything's done." Renee handed the resignation approval to Qin Han.

"That's good. Take a look at this contract. If there are no problems, you will officially become our company's first signed female artist."

Renee took the contract, which had very generous terms: as a "trainee," in addition to basic living allowances, she could also enjoy a certain amount of filming allowances and box office revenue sharing.

At this moment, the anxiety that had been hanging over me finally subsided, turning into tears welling up in my eyes.

Just as Renee picked up the pen to sign, she noticed a problem: "Mr. Qin, which company am I supposed to sign with? This... why is it blank?"

She pointed to the top of the contract.

Qin Han scratched his head awkwardly: Everyone had been busy all day, planning all sorts of work, and even the future office location had been decided.

There was one thing I forgot to do—give the company a name.

All eyes were on Qin Han, their eyes clearly saying: I'm tired. You're the boss, you call the shots.

What name should we give it?

It needs to be in line with the times, reflect Chinese characteristics, and sound powerful and classy.

Countless words flashed through my mind: dragon? Great Wall? Kung Fu?

His gaze swept over Bruce Lee's resolute profile, and then he thought of his own name.

Got it!

The Han Dynasty! One of the most powerful dynasties in Chinese history! The starting point for the name "Han people" to stand tall among the nations of the world!

"It's decided! The company will be called—Han Studio!"

"Han represents the Han Dynasty, the Han people, and my name. We want everyone to know that from today onwards, an Eastern force has arrived in Hollywood!"

"Han Studio, Han's Film Industry, Great Han Film Industry!" Bruce Lee chewed on the name repeatedly, his eyes shining brighter and brighter: "Good! That's powerful enough! Let's call it that!"

With Renée signing her name on the contract, Hans Films—the future behemoth—was officially born.

"Alright, tomorrow Andrew will go to City Hall to complete the administrative procedures for registering the company. I also need to get a copy of the contract I signed with Warner Bros. and transfer it to Hans Pictures."

"The company's first project was assisting Golden Harvest and Warner Bros. in filming 'Enter the Dragon'!"

"Rennie," he said, looking at the still excited girl, "you're a complete newcomer with no acting experience. You'll definitely only be able to play minor roles in this movie."

Renee immediately nodded: "I'm fine with anything, even just playing a passerby."

"Playing a passerby would be a waste of your talent," Qin Han laughed. "I'll arrange a very interesting role for you."

There is a classic dialogue scene in "Enter the Dragon".

Bruce Lee teaching a young disciple embodies the core philosophy of the entire film: "When you're striking the moon, don't look at your fingers; if you look at your fingers, you'll miss the moon's brilliance."

Qin Han decided to change the role to a female disciple and give it to Renee to play.

A tall, blonde, blue-eyed Western girl listens to the philosophy of Eastern martial arts.

This visual and cultural contrast is definitely more impactful than the original and better suggests Bruce Lee's theme of "bringing kung fu to the world".

"Before joining the group, you must undergo special training. Starting tomorrow, the master will personally teach you posture and basic fighting stances."

Bruce Lee looked at Renee's long, slender limbs: "She's a good prospect, with long arms and legs. Don't worry, I can transform her in half a month."

"Well, we'll talk about casting the other roles after I finish the entire script. Next, it's the director's turn."

In his previous life, the Robert Close that Warner Bros. brought in was a mediocre talent. The action scenes in the entire movie were all designed and directed by Bruce Lee himself, and the director's role was almost zero.

The Qin and Han dynasties needed a genius who understood visuals and atmosphere, and most importantly, who could play with light and shadow to perfection.

In this way, the scene in the "mirror room" during the final battle will definitely be spectacular!

A name popped into my head: This is absolutely an extremely bold, even crazy, idea.

He wrote on the whiteboard: Ridley Scott.

Upon seeing this name, everyone looked completely bewildered.

"Which Scott?" Lorna frowned. "What movies has he directed? And there's a Hollywood director I don't recognize?"

"He hasn't actually made a movie yet," Qin Han laughed. "He's in England, making movies about men."