Cao Weidong thought Song Shunci was joking with him.
"Bruce Lee should have made several movies in Hollywood by this time. Although he is not a very famous star, he should still be somewhat influential. How could you not have heard of such a person?"
Song Shunci said with some uncertainty while driving the car.
"Maybe, after all there are so many movie stars in Hollywood..."
"Well, if you mention a few movies made by Mr. Bruce Lee, if they have been released in Hollywood, I will definitely know them."
Cao Weidong recalled that he had watched Mr. Bruce Lee's documentaries before, and finally remembered the movies Bruce Lee made when he was still in Hollywood, so he picked and talked about a few.
However, Song Shunci gave a very decisive answer.
"Weidong, I can tell you with certainty that the ones you mentioned are not among the Hollywood movies released in recent years."
"Who told you about Bruce Lee? Were you... deceived?"
Cao Weidong's eyes widened and he said in astonishment.
"No way, there must be Bruce Lee. There must be something wrong."
"There's nothing wrong. Did you remember it wrong? Maybe it's not Bruce Lee, but something else."
Remember it wrong?
How could Cao Weidong remember this person's name wrong?
Almost every Chinese knows the Chinese hero who kicked the plaque "Sick Man of East Asia" to pieces!
The actor who plays the Jingwu hero!
The star who made a Chinese name in Hollywood!
Song Shunci said.
"Our Song family entered Hollywood a few years ago, and since then I have been managing the market here."
"After so many years of development, our Huaqing Gang also has its own theater in Hollywood, as well as long-term and regular producers."
"I am very familiar with Hollywood."
"It is no exaggeration to say that I have watched almost every Hollywood movie released."
"But...I have never seen the movies you mentioned!"
Cao Weidong was stunned.
He suddenly thought of when he asked Zou Wenhuai if he knew Bruce Lee.
The other party’s answer to him
——[Bruce Lee? I don’t seem to have heard of this person...]
"Could it be said that there is no Bruce Lee in this world?"
Cao Weidong was a little panicked.
At this moment, he even thought of the parallel world theory.
Perhaps because of his rebirth, the world he is currently experiencing is slightly different from the world he originally knew.
Just like the butterfly effect - Bruce Lee does not exist in the Hollywood of this world.
But without Bruce Lee, how would he be able to advance the Jingwu Heroes series he was looking forward to and the planned Hong Kong variety series of universe movies?
Also go one step further.
Will the future historical development of this world be the same as in my memory?
Cao Weidong was in a mess.
Song Shunci was very worried.
In her impression, Cao Weidong has always been calm and calm.
I have never seen such an expression on Cao Weidong.
So she quickly comforted her.
"Weidong, don't worry. Tomorrow I will take you around Hollywood and visit some famous producers and directors. Maybe they know Bruce Lee."
"You're right."
Cao Weidong took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality.
Seeing this, Song Shunci finally became happy again.
.......
Soon, the motorcade drove into Song Shunci's property in Hollywood.
This is a villa manor located on Paradise Avenue in Hollywood, which is extremely luxuriously decorated.
The entire house has a total area of 3,514 square feet, a total of four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a spacious garden large enough to play golf.
Song Shunci got out of the car, took Cao Weidong's hand, and led him to the restaurant for dinner.
"You will live here in the next few days, and I have made all the arrangements for you."
Cao Weidong smiled.
"Thank you, but Mr. Maz has also made arrangements for us. I would like to ask for his opinion."
Song Shunci looked at Maz, with a hint of unkindness in her eyebrows.
Maz quickly waved his hand and said.
"Mr. Cao, I think it would be good for you to live here."
Song Shunci is happy again.
Quietly, he made an OK gesture towards Maz.
Maz breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his sweat secretly.
Of course he knows Paradise Street.
This is known as the wealthy area of Hollywood.
Although it is not as good as those top-end mansions near the sea, owning a property here is also a status symbol.
Even he, an old man who has been in Hollywood for more than ten years, only bought a house on the Burrows street next door.
Maz deliberately fell a few steps behind, grabbed Cai Yongchang, and asked him in a low voice about Cao Weidong's identity and background.
However, Cai Yongchang doesn’t know much about Cao Weidong.
He only knew that Cao Weidong was an overseas Chinese who returned to Hong Kong from the United Kingdom. He had an excellent talent for writing. He had published "Zhu Xian" and was the originator of the school of immortality writing in Hong Kong.
Maz Castillo whispered.
"This partner of yours is definitely not simple. Cai, let me give you a piece of advice. Respect any opinion of Mr. Cao."
Cai Yongchang was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily.
After I decided to return to Hong Kong, I told Mr. Maz’s friendly reminder to Zou Wenhuai.
The other side.
The servants in the villa and manor have prepared sumptuous meals.
Song Shunci pulled Cao Weidong to sit down.
"Brother, I asked the chef at home to make these. They are all Chinese food. Please try them."
Cao Weidong sat down with a smile, took a few bites with chopsticks, and praised.
“It’s very delicious, even better than the food in some state-owned restaurants in China.”
Cai Yongchang also picked up a few chopsticks and praised him repeatedly.
Among these people, only Maz is very distressed.
He looked at the delicious and delicious meals in front of him and tried hard to use chopsticks, but he couldn't pick them up.
In anger, Maz begged to change two spoons, and finally tasted the Chinese delicacy that he had longed for.
The few people ate and drank, and the atmosphere was harmonious. During this period, Cao Weidong introduced to Song Shunci in detail his investment in a film company in Hong Kong City.
Song Shunci smiled.
"After your movie is finished, you can broadcast it here."
"Is this true?"
Cao Weidong was overjoyed, this is equivalent to opening up foreign markets.
Song Shunci wrinkled her nose playfully and said.
"Of course it's true, but I have a request."
Cao Weidong asked smoothly: "What is the request?"
Song Shunci walked up to Cao Weidong, her eyes as charming as silk.
"I want you to accompany me."
Song Shunci is the granddaughter of a gangster. She dares to love and hate. Anyway, she has made up her mind to eat Cao Weidong.
Maz and Cai Yongchang lowered their heads in fear.
I wish I could droop my ears.
God, can I hear this kind of tiger-wolf talk?
Cao Weidong was stunned for a moment, a little sudden, and didn't know how to answer.
At this moment, the door was kicked open.
Then a white young man with a pale face and red eyes, guarded by two burly men, staggered in and asked loudly:
"Song Shunci, why did you bring another man back behind my back?"
Cao Weidong frowned like this. Did this guy take too many drugs?