My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 63 Joey's Invitation

Chen Bing gripped the car keys in one hand and held the IOU in the other, feeling sweat dripping down his forehead.

Just a few weeks ago, he and a group of his men pointed guns at this young man's head, yelling that they were going to sell him to the blacks in the South District.

But now?

When his boss, Zhou Ruofei, the leader of the Qiao Yi Gang, saw this "debtor" beating up Japanese devils on TV, he immediately ordered him to find out what had happened.

Upon investigation, Chen Bing felt his worldview was about to collapse.

Who would have thought that a down-on-his-luck martial artist would suddenly transform into a hot commodity in Hollywood?

Zhou Ruofei, on the other hand, was extremely excited: "I knew it! Bruce Lee's disciple couldn't be a good-for-nothing!"

"Ah Bing, return the car immediately, and arrange a time to have dinner with the master and apprentice! If you don't handle this well, don't show your face in Chinatown again!"

Chen Bing was inwardly groaning, but he had no choice but to agree.

At this moment, looking at the silent Qin Han in front of him, his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Just as Chen Bing felt he was about to suffocate, Qin Han reached out, took the key, and gently weighed it in his hand.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Mr. Chen."

Upon hearing this address, Chen Bing's legs went weak: "No! Mr. Qin, just call me Ah Bing, please don't call me 'boss,' it's too much of a burden for me."

Qin Han smiled and turned to look at Bruce Lee: "Master, this is the friend who lent me money to open a martial arts school back then."

"I was supposed to pay it back last year, but Mr. Chen was kind and gave me two extensions."

Chen Bing waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Mr. Qin, how could I have that ability? It was only with our boss's approval that we were able to get the time extension."

Upon hearing this, Bruce Lee's eyes swept over Chen Bing, and a nostalgic smile appeared on his face.

Seeing you reminds me of my childhood days in Hong Kong, when I was a gangster.

"Since you've given my apprentice more time, it's a favor. Please thank your boss on our behalf."

Chen Bing quickly stuffed the IOU into Qin Han's hand:

"Mr. Li is right! I apologize for any offense I may have caused before. Our boss specifically instructed us that Mr. Qin is currently in the prime of his career and has many expenses, so all interest will be waived."

"As for the principal, you can give it to me whenever it's convenient, no rush!"

Qin Han took the IOU and glanced at it. The original information, such as "borrowed 40,000 yuan" and "annual interest rate of 3%", remained untouched.

However, at the very bottom of the note, there was an extra line of crooked Chinese characters: "No interest will be charged."

There was also a red fingerprint printed next to it.

How could your handwriting be so ugly? Aren't the big shots in Chinatown all just a bunch of pretentious old men?

"One thing at a time. The interest waiver is a favor from your boss, and I'll remember it."

"As for the principal, I will definitely repay it on time by the end of March as agreed."

Hearing this, Chen Bing nodded repeatedly, and the atmosphere eased: "Mr. Qin, well... actually, our boss has always admired Bruce Lee's kung fu and also appreciates your talent."

"He prepared a small meal at the Chinese Association and wanted to invite the two of you to come over, have some tea, and chat."

Qin Han looked at his master with a questioning gaze. Bruce Lee had more experience and more authority in these matters of the martial arts world than he did.

Bruce Lee crossed his arms, pondered for a moment, and asked, "What's your boss's name?"

Chen Bing's eyes lit up: "Our Qiao Yi Gang's leader is Zhou Ruofei, a very capable boss!"

Zhou Ruofei? Bruce Lee lived in Los Angeles for quite some time, yet this was still a name I'd never heard of.

However, judging from the henchman's attitude, he probably didn't have any malicious intent.

Bruce Lee laughed heartily: "Since you've helped my apprentice, there's no harm in meeting you. However, we have to fly to Hong Kong soon, so time is tight."

Chen Bing was overjoyed: "No problem! Tomorrow at noon! We'll be waiting for you two at the Fu Lin Men restaurant in the Chinese Association!"

Having received an affirmative answer, he excitedly rushed back to Chinatown.

The villa gate closed, and the living room fell silent.

Andrew asked, puzzled, "Mr. Li, Qin, why are you going to meet with those gangsters?"

Bruce Lee smiled and shook his head, saying, "Andrew, although you grew up in Hong Kong, as a mixed-race person, you still know too little about Chinese society."

"Chinatowns in the US are very similar to those in Hong Kong. These underworld bosses usually don't show off, but they actually have a lot of power."

"If something really happens in the future, their help could save us a lot of trouble."

Qin Han decisively took a hands-off approach: "Master, you are more familiar with these matters. Tomorrow I will act according to your instructions."

"You little rascal!" Bruce Lee said with a helpless smile, "Alright, everyone should get some rest."

After everyone had returned to their rooms, Qin Han went alone into the mailroom on the first floor and dialed Luo Na's number.

The call was answered quickly: "Qin! You have no idea how crazy Memphis is right now!"

Just listening to Lorna's voice, you could feel how excited she was: "The whole city was in chaos! Parker even wet his pants when he was taken away! That photo! God, that was absolutely the highlight of my career!"

Qin Han leaned back comfortably in his chair, giving the female reporter a dose of tranquilizer:

"Congratulations, Lorna, it looks like your Pulitzer Prize is in the bag. But don't forget our real goal."

"What does it feel like for a grown-up child who has been controlled for over a decade to suddenly lose the 'father' who has always made decisions for him?"

"At this moment, whoever can appear in front of him immediately and give him a sense of security will truly possess this 'King of Music'."

"Don't worry, I've already made all the arrangements," Rona said confidently.

"The entire Elvis team is in complete chaos right now. I've already arranged an exclusive interview with him at his garden at daybreak."

"Very good." A glint of light flashed in Qin Han's eyes: "Remember, you must adopt a superior attitude, appear as a savior, not as someone begging him to sign a contract."

A soft chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "Qin, sometimes I think you're even scarier than Parker... Are you planning to completely psychologically blackmail him?"

"No, this isn't kidnapping, it's a win-win situation," Qin Han corrected. "What Parker wants is his money, and what we want is to forge him into a true legend."

"Don't worry, I know what to do." Rona's voice was as reliable as ever: "Wait for my good news."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Han looked at the calendar on the table.

It's already the 25th, and there are only three days left before heading to Hong Kong. I wonder where that knight who crossed the United States is now?

My adorable big dog is still in his car!