My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 48 Poaching

Although Colonel Parker was a conman who made his fortune in the circus, this title wasn't entirely made up—

He did serve in the U.S. Army, though only for a year or two.

That is why he is quite familiar with the history of World War II.

A greedy glint shone in his small eyes, and his mind was racing with calculations.

Japan doesn't have a good reputation in Asia...

If what this young man said is true, then the broadcast price for this fight will definitely satisfy him.

"I must say, Mr. Qin," Parker shifted his large buttocks, causing the sofa to groan under the weight.

"You've got it right. An arrogant Japanese karate expert challenges a Hollywood star who represents Chinese kung fu!"

He licked his thick lips with his tongue: "If we bundle the concert's broadcasting rights with this arena and sell them together to a Japanese TV station... I wonder how many people would be willing to empty their pockets to buy it."

"They definitely want to see their own karate expert sweep the ring!"

"That way, once the publicity starts, radio stations in other parts of Asia will be scrambling to contact me..."

Qin Han smiled and nodded, not minding the other party's blatant rudeness.

Hypocrites are harder to deal with than true villains, and Colonel Parker is clearly one of the best villains.

"Since you agree with this selling point, then we have a basis for cooperation."

He pulled a sheet of white paper from Rona's desk, picked up a pen, and drew two circles on it, connecting them with a line:

"This time, we can go even further."

The pen tip made a heavy tap on the paper: "We'll treat the final of the fighting tournament as an appetizer, an hour before the concert starts."

"Use adrenaline-pumping combat to ignite the audience's emotions and push them to a climax."

"When the final champion is crowned and adrenaline surges to its peak, that man—Elvis Presley—will make his grand entrance amidst the adoration of the crowd."

Parker listened intently; as a top-notch "circus ringmaster," he understood this kind of emotional progression trick all too well.

"However... Elvis's current image is that of an 'ambassador of love and peace'."

"Conservative housewives will protest if it's associated with violence."

He wants to make money while maintaining a virtuous image; this has always been his style of doing things.

Qin Han was prepared and said with a smile, "That's precisely why we need Bruce Lee."

"You must have read the exclusive report that Lorna wrote a while ago, right? He is a man who perfectly blends the violence of martial arts with philosophy."

"When the fight is over and the winner is decided, Bruce will pick up the microphone and tell the world: Fighting is not just about violence!"

He walked to the center of the office, spread his arms wide, as if he were standing on that fighting ring, declaring to the world:

"He will personally announce that, in order to heal the wounds caused by the floods and to bring hope to the victims, the great Elvis will use his voice to raise funds for the disaster area!"

"Colonel, do you think this script is respectable enough? Is it engaging enough?"

Lorna Barrett looked at Qin Han in surprise.

She knew this man was good at bluffing, but she didn't expect him to be able to spout such "mainstream" lines so easily.

Colonel Parker burst into laughter: "Qin, you're a genius!"

"It earned them ratings, fame, and helped Elvis fulfill his social responsibility."

The fat man struggled to his feet from the sofa and extended his large hand, adorned with several ruby ​​rings, to Qin Han:

"It's settled then! Qin, you're in charge of this."

He leaned on his cane, wearing his signature Panama hat, and looked quite dashing.

"I need to get back to Memphis right away; a whole bunch of sponsors are waiting for me to 'meet' them."

"You two, we're waiting for your good news."

After saying that, Colonel Parker, like a well-fed rat, wobbled out of the office.

Even after the door closed, the unpleasant smell of cigars lingered.

Lorna walked to the window, pushed it open, and let the cool night air rush in, washing away the stale air in the room.

"Phew..." She let out a long breath, leaning against the windowsill and scrutinizing Qin Han: "You're really bold. You haven't even met the people from the Los Angeles sports broadcaster, and you've already decided to cooperate?"

"Lorna, Parker is right about one thing." Qin Han waved his hand vigorously, trying to dispel the thick smell of smoke in the room:

"With Elvis involved, I can't think of any reason why a radio station would refuse this collaboration."

"That man is just too tempting... Otherwise, how could Parker make so much money while lying down?"

Lorna wanted to find more reasons to refute him, but ultimately gave up:

"Fine, you're right."

"Tomorrow morning at 10 a.m., I will arrange a meeting with the producer of 'Midnight Arena' and the radio station's board of directors."

"Hopefully, you can trick them into joining the ship just like you tricked Parker."

……

It was already 2 a.m. when we got back to the villa in West Hollywood.

Qin Han did not go back to his room to sleep, but went straight to the mailroom on the first floor.

Colonel Parker's greasy face kept flashing through his mind.

In his past life, he relentlessly squeezed every last drop of Elvis's life force to pay off his gambling debts in Las Vegas.

Tired? Take an energy booster. Gained weight? Take diet pills…

In a few years, this rock star will collapse on his bathroom floor at the age of 42, ravaged by drugs and overwork.

If Elvis can be freed from Parker's clutches, Hans Films' influence will skyrocket!

With that thought in mind, he picked up the phone on the table and dialed Fred Weintraub's number.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

"Hey..." Fred's muffled voice came through the receiver, thick with morning grumpiness: "God... who is it? It's two in the morning!"

"It is me, Qin Han."

"Qin?" Fred's voice instantly became much clearer: "Looking for me at this hour? What serious incident has happened?"

"Fred, you're a veteran of Hollywood. I'd like to ask you a legal question."

"If there were a lifetime contract between an agent and an artist, with no expiration date and no termination clause."

"Is there any way to get this artist back to their freelance status?"

By this time, Fred was fully awake and sat up in bed.

Such so-called "lifetime contracts" are a product of the previous era and fall into a gray area under the current legal system.

As clever as he was, he immediately began to consider the purpose of Qin Han's raising this question.

In the entire entertainment industry, there is only one celebrity who is still troubled by a lifetime contract.

"Qin, you wouldn't be..." His voice unconsciously lowered a few decibels.

"Don't make wild guesses, I'm just consulting on legal issues," Qin Han said calmly.

"Listen, Qin." Fred took a deep breath, feeling even more excited than when he bought Disney stock that day:

"If it really is the contract I'm thinking of, it's impossible to break it through conventional means."

"unless……"

"Can you prove that the agent himself has significant legal flaws, rendering him unqualified to sign this contract?"