69novels Chapter 89 Yamato Food?
Chapter 89 Yamato Food?
Chapter 89 Yamato Food?
Ten million US dollars!
This number put the entire crew of "Enter the Dragon" in a state of excitement.
Bruce Lee took the telegram, stared at the long string of zeros, and his breathing became heavier: "Han, is this real? Only four weeks?"
"Absolutely true." Qin Han also smiled broadly: "The box office performance in North America in its first month is comparable to that of Hollywood blockbusters."
Andrew, standing to the side, was so excited he wanted to dance on the spot, his face beaming with anticipation for the future: "It seems like the next two films, 'Fist of Fury' and 'Way of the Dragon,' will definitely continue to create miracles!"
"I hope so!" Qin Han took the telegram back from Bruce Lee and continued reading: it was a letter from Sidney Sinberg.
"Sidney can't sit still anymore." He pointed to the contents of the letter and said, "The second share of profits, $400,000, has been wired at the same time. He told us to start preparations for the North American release of 'Fist of Fury' and 'Enter the Dragon' as soon as we receive this share of profits."
"He's probably going to be frantic," Bruce Lee laughed heartily. "These Jews are born with a silver spoon in their mouths!"
While Ridley Scott may not be as keen on commercial numbers, ten million in box office revenue means that the film he is directing, even before it's finished, is already standing on the shoulders of giants.
"Qin, the situation is too favorable right now." He looked at the mirror maze under construction, his eyes gleaming with fervor. "Shouldn't we speed things up?"
"Yes! We'll finish filming this final battle tomorrow!" Qin Han reviewed the work plan and finalized the schedule for tomorrow.
The entire film set continued to operate busily.
Seeing that everyone was busy with their own things, Qin Han continued to look at the last paragraph of the telegram—Sidney told him that if there was no time to process two films at the same time, then "Fist of Fury" had to be given priority.
Because after returning to Los Angeles from Memphis, Lorna Barrett immediately produced an in-depth feature on "Beach Ring".
In her feature article, she cleverly combined the scene of Qin Han kicking Hiroki Ishii in Santa Monica with a still from the movie "Fist of Fury" where Chen Zhen kicks and shatters the "Sick Man of East Asia" plaque.
This combination of "illusion and reality" produces a very intense chemical reaction!
The United States is currently in an extremely sensitive period.
The first batch of soldiers withdrawn from the Vietnam War had just returned home, bearing their wounds and filled with confusion, and anti-war sentiment in the entire civil society reached its peak.
In the film "Fist of Fury," Chen Zhen's image of being unafraid of power, resisting oppression, and trampling those high and mighty invaders underfoot perfectly resonated with the emotional outpouring of the American underclass.
Japan, that's the country that left the biggest wound on the United States during World War II!
Lorna astutely grasped this point, no longer simply promoting "kung fu," but packaging "kung fu" as a totem of "rebellious spirit."
"What a terrifying yet adorable woman," Qin Han murmured to himself with a smile as he watched the sunset gradually disappearing over the distant sea.
After the plane crash that took me to Hong Kong, I only made a phone call to let her know I was safe, and I haven't had a chance to properly talk to her about what has happened recently.
When I finish work in a bit, I'll give them a call: of that 400,000, she gets a share!
"Mr. Qin! Lunch is served!" A shout from the stagehand interrupted his thoughts.
Qin Han folded the telegram, stuffed it into his pocket, and walked towards the rest area.
The lunch break area seemed unusually lively today, with extras gathered around a small truck painted with a strange Japanese logo, their faces beaming with festive joy.
"Wow! It's sushi! It really is sushi!"
"Making money really makes a difference! We can finally afford to eat foreign delicacies! Jiahe is amazing!"
"I heard that this box costs over ten dollars at the Daimaru Department Store in Central!"
Upon closer inspection, one could see several staff members in white uniforms distributing a cleverly designed, simple lunchbox.
Open the lid, and there are six sushi pieces neatly arranged inside.
However, the appearance of the sushi made Qin Han frown.
It was neither brightly colored salmon nor crystal-clear sweet shrimp, but rather a few slices of yellowish dried radish and fully cooked shrimp meat.
In this era when cold chain technology was still quite primitive, cooked sushi was indeed the only option for takeout shops to prevent fresh food from spoiling.
"What's going on?" Qin Han picked up a box at random, looked at the "Yamato Foods" logo printed on it, and asked Andrew next to him, "Did the logistics department change suppliers? Isn't it usually chicken leg rice? This stuff doesn't look very good."
Andrew was stuffing a cooked shrimp sushi into his mouth, his cheeks bulging: "Mmm—Qin, you don't understand. Old Wang from logistics reported to me that this is a newly established Japanese food company, and they're doing a promotional campaign."
He swallowed the food in his mouth and patted his stomach: "The price is only a little bit more expensive than our usual chicken leg rice, so I approved it and let him send it over for everyone to try."
Qin Han looked around at the extras who were wolfing down their food, and even Sammo Hung and Jackie Chan's stunt brothers were eating with relish.
In Hong Kong during this era, Japanese cuisine was less a meal and more a symbol of status, something that ordinary people rarely had access to.
Even this cheap sushi is considered a rare delicacy by them.
Having grown accustomed to the freshly prepared Japanese cuisine readily available in later generations, Qin Han found the pale white rice and lifeless ingredients utterly unappetizing.
"You get what you pay for." He shoved the lunchbox into Andrew's hands. "Since everyone likes it, let them eat it. But keep an eye on them, make sure they don't get sick. We have some big scenes to film tomorrow."
"Don't worry, they're all cooked, they won't spoil." Andrew casually picked up another piece of sushi and stuffed it into his mouth. "It's just that you're picky. I think it tastes alright, sweet and sour."
Qin Han shook his head and glanced at Bruce Lee, who was discussing storyboards with Ridley not far away.
Master didn't seem to have much of an appetite either; he tossed the lunchbox aside and didn't eat much.
Perhaps because of Hiroki Ishii's past, Qin Han was always somewhat wary of this sudden "Japanese element".
That damned stun gun had been sealed away, but he still dared not let his guard down.
"Andrew, let's adjust the shooting schedule for tomorrow," Qin Han said. "We'll shoot the dialogue scenes first in the morning, and postpone the action scenes. Also, prepare a few more high-powered fans on set; it's starting to get hot these past few days."
"Understood, I'll arrange it." Andrew immediately took out his notebook and carefully wrote it down.
"Also, this Yamato Foods—" Qin Han stared at the logo for a few seconds, a strange sense of unease rising within him: "Investigate their background, lest they tamper with the food."
"Let's call it a day after we finish eating. I'm heading back to the hotel now."
The Peninsula Hotel, Presidential Suite.
The heavy curtains blocked out the noise of Victoria Harbour. Qin Han took off his sweat-soaked jacket, poured himself a glass of ice water, and sat on the sofa to make an overseas call.
A static noise came through the receiver, and after three rings, a languid female voice came through.
"Feed?"
Even though they were halfway around the world apart, Qin Han could picture Luo Na nestled in her enormous velvet sofa, a cigarette dangling from her fingers.
"It's me," he said with a smile.
"Ha! Our kung fu hero finally remembered to call me?"
Lorna's voice brightened instantly, with a hint of teasing: "I thought you were enjoying the comforts of Hong Kong and had forgotten about me, your partner who's been working hard in Los Angeles."
"I heard that actress from Taiwan is very beautiful? What's her name—Brigitte Lin?"
Qin Han chuckled to himself. This woman's intelligence network was truly all-pervasive; she even knew about such trivial matters.
"Stop joking, Lorna. I'm spinning like a top in Hong Kong every day." He took a sip of ice water. "I just read Sidney's telegram, that report about 'Fist of Fury' was brilliantly done."
"Of course." Rona's voice instantly took on a professional tone: "You don't know, the first batch of soldiers just came back, and they were all simmering with anger with nowhere to vent it."
"They need a symbol, a hero who can beat those hypocritical politicians and oppressors to a pulp."
"Bruce Lee was the perfect outlet."
Qin Han nodded in agreement. This was the keen sense of a top media professional—always able to accurately grasp the pulse of the times.
However, a large number of these soldiers later developed severe PTSD, which became a very serious social problem in the United States.
Then it will be Rocky and Rambo's turn to appear.
"By the way, how's Sly doing?" Taking this thought as a starting point, Qin Han continued, "Has he returned from Maine?"
"Oh, that big guy." The sound of turning over papers came from the other end of the line: "He called me three days ago. He found that schoolteacher named Stephen King."
"What's the situation?"
Qin Han tightened his grip on the microphone.