My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 84 The Mirror Maze in the Shape of the Character "章"

Chapter 84 The Mirror Maze in a Square Shape

"Thump!"

The dull thuds of boxes hitting the ground echoed one after another in the top-floor office of Jiahe.

The air was filled with the musty smell of old banknotes, which made Raymond Chow frown.

The sight of six heavy black leather suitcases made the owner of Jiahe's eyes widen in surprise.

"Ah Han, you actually sold the stocks?"

"I have fulfilled my mission." Qin Han unbuttoned the collar of his Zhongshan suit and collapsed onto the sofa: facing that legendary underworld boss, it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous.

Standing to the side, Luo Dehao was no longer the dejected and anxious man he had been the day before.

Looking at the banknotes, he was so excited his face flushed red, and he bowed deeply to Qin Han at a ninety-degree angle: "Brother Qin! I can't thank you enough!"

That "Brother Qin" was called out with such sincerity, completely forgetting that she was a few years older than Qin Han: "If it weren't for you, I really would have been exiled to England to herd sheep!"

Qin Han chuckled and patted the suitcases: "Second Young Master, you flatter me. Now that things are settled, that filming location—"

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"Don't worry! I've got it covered!" Luo Dehao patted his chest and assured him, "I'll talk to my brother when I get back! You can move in and start construction tomorrow!"

After saying that, he directed the few servants he had brought to carry the box away, huffing and puffing.

Only after they disappeared into the elevator did Raymond Chow finally let out a long sigh of relief, slumping into the boss's chair: "I really didn't expect you to actually throw away this hot potato."

"Mr. Zou, Young Master Luo's problem is solved, what about yours?"

Mentioning this, Raymond Chow's face lit up with a relieved smile: "Thanks to yesterday's interview, I managed to sell all my stock while the Hong Kong antenna was rebounding."

"You have no idea, the exchange is full of lunatics right now. My order volume isn't small either, but it was bought up as soon as I put it up."

"Those people—I can't even imagine how many will be going to the rooftop the day after tomorrow!"

"People die for wealth, birds die for food." Qin Han shook his head and sighed, "Now, we're just waiting for Ming Pao to ignite the powder keg."

A brief silence fell over the office.

A moment later, Qin Han stood up: "Mr. Zou, I'll go back to the set and inform my mentor and the others that we need to prepare for location shooting tomorrow."

Back in the studio, today's shooting was all finished.

All the lights were turned off, and there were only two figures staring at a pile of messy blueprints on the set.

Ridley Scott had disheveled hair, while Bruce Lee, sitting opposite him, had a furrowed brow and his usually bright eyes were filled with anxiety.

Seeing Qin Han walk in, the two of them reacted as if they had seen a savior: "Qin! You're finally back!"

Ridley grabbed his arm: "Come on! You need to explain to Bruce what a T is."

"The art of the visual!"

"Han, you be the judge!" Bruce Lee retorted, pointing at the blueprints on the table. "What kind of design is this? It's impossible to fight with!"

After calming the two geniuses who were on the verge of exploding, Qin Han's gaze fell on the sketch on the table.

The drawing on the blueprints depicts the final battle scene of "Enter the Dragon," the Mirror Maze.

In the original film, this scene, though a classic, was actually filmed in a rather rudimentary way due to the limitations of the era and budget.

The simple arrangement of several mirrors, while creating a psychedelic effect through reflection, results in a cramped space and very fragmented editing.

Now, Ridley Scott's design has clearly overturned the original texture.

"Qin, look!" He pointed to the blueprints: "I want to use this triangular prism structure, a refracting space composed of countless prisms—"

Qin Han carefully examined the blueprints. If the building were constructed according to this plan, the visual splendor would be maximized.

"Ridley, your idea is great," he affirmed, then pointed to the middle of the drawing. "But have you considered the camera positions and the actors' movement?"

Bruce Lee immediately chimed in: "That's the problem! He divided the entire space into countless small sections. These prism pillars are too densely packed!"

"Before I can even straighten my leg, I'll kick and shatter three panes of glass!"

Ridley scratched his head: "But if we make the space bigger, that feeling of oppression will disappear!"

As Qin Han watched the two arguing, scenes from various classic movies he had seen in his previous life flashed through his mind.

Mirrors, mazes, fighting —

Suddenly, an idea exploded in his mind.

He picked up a new sheet of white paper: "Why can't we combine the two?"

He quickly drew a large "回" (hui) shaped structure on the paper.

"Ridley, we can keep the visual effect you want, but it doesn't need to cover the entire room."

He pointed to the outer ring of the character "回" (hui): "We've set up a high-density rotating prism corridor around the perimeter!"

Then, the pen tip touched the middle of the character "回": "And here, in the central area, we need to leave an open space."

"Once Master breaks the illusion of the outer circle, the two of you will enter here. Master, you can unleash your full power. The large mirrors around you will still reflect your fighting figures, ensuring visual consistency."

As Qin Han described it, both of their eyes lit up.

"It has both a suspenseful atmosphere and room for real combat." Bruce Lee nodded repeatedly, "That's settled!"

Ridley excitedly grabbed the sketches: "I'll go revise the drawings right now! We need the props team to start making the model tonight!"

Seeing the director's renewed passion, Qin Han smiled and said, "Now that the plan is finalized, I also need to let you know about the location shooting."

"We can start work at Tai Tam Bay anytime, and we can go there to begin work tomorrow."

"So smoothly?" Bruce Lee was somewhat surprised.

He had heard of Luo Decheng; he was known for being arrogant and haughty. Why would he be so polite to Jiahe?

"This is all thanks to your influence, Master." Qin Han deliberately revealed a mischievous smile.

"My face?" Bruce Lee pointed to his nose. "I don't even know him."

"Master, you may not know him, but that doesn't stop him from claiming kinship."

Qin Han cleared his throat and, mimicking Luo Decheng's reserved yet arrogant tone, said, "Young Master Luo told me personally that your mother, Ms. He Aiyu, is Sir Robert Ho Tung's niece. And his mother, Ms. He Xihui, is Sir Robert Ho Tung's maternal niece."

"We're going to Tai Tam Wan this time to visit your cousin."

Bruce Lee's mouth dropped open, and he was completely stunned.

His mother had never mentioned this matter before, and he never expected that a "cousin" would suddenly appear at this critical juncture.

After a long while, he blinked, a look of utter bewilderment on his face: "So—I've inexplicably gained a wealthy relative?"