My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 71 The Strongest Extra Team

After listening to Cai Lan's analysis, Run Run Shaw picked up the two walnuts again and slowly rotated them in his palm.

Trying to get something for nothing... Upon closer examination, the risks involved are too great; it's practically walking a tightrope.

Saving the costs of building a film set, purchasing equipment, and supporting a large team can indeed allow the company to operate with less burden.

However, the Achilles' heel is also obvious—all the chips are on the decision-maker's "vision".

The selected actors, directors, and scripts must precisely hit the market's sweet spot every time.

But the film market is ever-changing, and who can guarantee that they will never make a mistake?

If a film is misjudged even once and flops at the box office, those profit-driven big studios will immediately turn their backs on it.

If he makes two mistakes in a row... the doors of Hollywood will be permanently closed to him.

"This kid... I really don't know whether to call him confident or arrogant," Shaw said slowly.

Cai Lan nodded in agreement: "Sixth Uncle sees things very clearly. It's like playing all-in at a casino; if you win, you win everything; if you lose, you lose everything. However..."

"At least for now, this Mr. Qin is on a winning streak. He's currently in Hong Kong, on the set of Golden Harvest."

Although he talked about the high risks, how could Run Run Shaw, as a top businessman, not see the terrifying profit margin behind this model?

If we could bring Qin and Han over, or reach some kind of cooperation...

"He's Bruce Lee's student, so it's not convenient for me to get involved," Run Run Shaw instructed Cai Lan. "Go and find out about that young man. Tell him that Hong Kong has more than just Golden Harvest, and I, Run Run Shaw, can afford the money."

Cai Lan understood immediately: "I understand. I will find a suitable opportunity to invite him for tea in a private capacity."

"And one more thing." Just as Cai Lan got up to leave, Run Run Shaw stopped him: "Although we need to win over Qin Han, we can't let Golden Harvest get too comfortable."

"Use some old methods to add some 'spice' to their film crew."

"Sixth Uncle..." Cai Lan gave a wry smile, but seeing the unquestionable look in Run Run Shaw's eyes, he could only swallow his words of dissuasion: "I understand, I will make the arrangements."

……

Kowloon, Golden Harvest Studios, the filming location for the interior scenes of "Enter the Dragon".

Before even stepping into the studio, you can feel a wave of heat hitting you.

The small square outside the photography studio was already bustling with people.

Hundreds of young people dressed in various styles crowded outside the iron fence, waving registration forms in their hands.

Pick me! I can do somersaults!

"I am a true successor of Hung Kuen! I want to play a Shaolin disciple!"

"Hey boss! Give me a chance! I'm strong, I can carry the machine!"

Because of ample funding, the extras in "Enter the Dragon" were paid an astonishing HK$30 a day, plus three meals a day – it was like a windfall.

Qin Han watched the lively scene, and escorted by several security personnel, he walked through the noisy crowd and entered the photography studio.

The moment I stepped inside, I heard Ridley Scott roar, "No! No! No!"

"It's too bright! I want that suffocating atmosphere, not this supermarket-like fluorescent lighting!"

"Prepare some more tobacco cakes! I want a grainy feeling in the air!"

Several local Hong Kong lighting technicians were severely criticized and looked at each other blankly, completely unable to understand what "the feeling of particles in the air" meant.

Qin Han walked up with a smile, patted Ridley on the shoulder, and handed him a bottle of ice-cold soda: "Ridley, calm down. You need to give them some time to adjust."

Seeing Qin Han, Ridley's expression softened somewhat. He took a large gulp of soda and pointed at the set, saying:

"Qin, if we don't create the right layers of light and shadow, this film will become a cheap B-movie. Mr. Han's underground kingdom can't look like a slum filled with plastic toys."

"Don't worry, I'll talk to them." Qin Han turned to the lighting technician and said, "Qiang, listen to the director, remove the main light, only leave the side backlight. Go find some smoke bombs, light them in the vents and release them slowly."

With Qin Han acting as a "translator," the on-site coordination finally became smooth.

Just then, a hearty laugh came from the doorway: "Ah Han, it seems this place really can't function without you!"

Qin Han turned around and saw Bruce Lee walking in with a brisk pace, wearing a white vest.

Following behind him was a group of imposing martial arts practitioners.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a benevolent appearance; he was Han Yingjie, the martial arts instructor for Golden Harvest.

Beside Han Yingjie stood a stocky, chubby man with a mushroom haircut, who was squinting his small eyes and curiously looking at the surrounding scenery.

Sammo Hung!

Although he was young at the time, his "big brother" aura was already beginning to emerge.

In the movie, he will make a cameo appearance as a Shaolin disciple sparring with Bruce Lee at the beginning of the film. Although it is only for a few minutes, his agile skills are enough to make the audience remember this fat man.

Looking further back, a young man with a side-parted hairstyle and thick eyebrows was looking around excitedly.

Lam Ching-ying! The future zombie master, now Bruce Lee's most capable right-hand man, and the assistant martial arts instructor in the film.

"Master!" Qin Han went to greet him, his gaze falling on the group of young martial arts instructors behind him.

They were all quite young, around twenty years old, and full of energy.

My gaze swept across the crowd:

The tall, thin man carrying the spring mattress, with a few pimples on his face, is Yuan Hua, the landlord, who is Bruce Lee's designated "somersault stunt double".

The person handing water to Lam Ching-ying is Yuen Biao; the person stretching his legs in the corner is Yuen Kwai.

Almost all of the future Seven Little Fortunes have arrived!

Finally, Qin Han's gaze settled on a young man who was tidying up the wires.

With a large nose, single eyelids, and long, slightly messy hair draped over his shoulders, he would occasionally look up in Bruce Lee's direction, his eyes filled with admiration and longing.

Chan Kong-sang, who will be Jackie Chan's big brother in the future!

This studio, at this very moment, houses half of Hong Kong's action film industry for the next thirty years!

He thought to himself, "This is practically a super cast of extras!"

"Ah Han, what are you daydreaming about?" Bruce Lee waved his hand in front of his apprentice: "Come here, let me introduce you. This is Sanmao (Sammo Hung), and this is Ah Ying (Lam Ching-ying)."

Qin Han shook hands with several future bigwigs one by one: "I've heard so much about you! I've seen Sanmao's skills on videotapes. You're the only one who can coordinate with your master and counter his moves!"

Sammo Hung, who already has some fame in the industry, was immediately delighted to receive such praise from Chin Han, a "Hollywood producer."

"Mr. Qin, you flatter me. How could I dare to show off my mediocre skills in front of Mr. Bruce Lee?"

After exchanging pleasantries, Qin Han walked toward the group of stuntmen who were busy at work.

When the young people saw him coming, they all stopped what they were doing.

This person is not only a producer, but also a ruthless person who defeated Japanese masters in the American ring!

He walked up to Jackie Chan seemingly casually.

Seeing this important figure standing before him, Jackie Chan awkwardly wiped the dust off his hands and instinctively stood at attention: "Hello, Mr. Qin..."

"What's your name?"