RPAGF Chapter 88 Classic Accident on Set
Chapter 88 Classic Accident on Set
Chapter 88 Classic Accident on Set
As night fell, the lights inside Crippled Ho's villa were still on.
At this moment, he was wearing a silk bathrobe and lying comfortably on the sofa.
With his leg protruding and his wine glass swirling in his hand, he watched television with great interest.
The screen showed tonight's evening news: the once arrogant Chief Superintendent Godber was dragged away from Kai Tak Airport like a dead dog by a group of men in black.
"Hmph, even the foreigners have their day now." He took a sip of whiskey and laughed mockingly.
Seeing the once arrogant and domineering Ge Bai reduced to such a state, an indescribable sense of pleasure welled up inside him.
"Brother, it seems things are really about to change this time." The bodyguard lit his cigarette and said, "They're even arresting the Chief Superintendent. This Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) is no small force."
"What's there to be afraid of?" Limpy Hao sneered disdainfully. "The powerful families remain, but the officials come and go! We are now honored guests of the Luo family. This is called a wise bird choosing a good tree to perch on."
Thinking of that young man named Qin Han, Limpy Hao admired his own judgment even more.
Fortunately, he jumped ship with Ge Bai quickly and helped the eldest son of the Luo family deal with those hot potatoes at a critical moment.
Now, the Luo family owes him a huge favor.
With this relationship in place, would the newly established Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) dare to touch the Luo family's friends?
He shook his head, his face full of disdain: "A new broom sweeps clean. But what are these government officials wearing uniforms for, really? Isn't it all for the money?"
"Before, we could feed the police; now it's just one more mouth to feed. Once this storm passes, we'll treat the anti-corruption commissioners to drinks and give them a few cases of local specialties," and we'll be good brothers again.
In his arrogant value system, there is nothing in Hong Kong that money can't solve.
If so, then the money wasn't enough!
"Alright, stop worrying unnecessarily." Limpy Ho put down his wine glass and yawned. "Let's go to the film set tomorrow to watch Brother Qin film. We should learn a lot about that lucrative money laundering business—"
"Bang-!!!"
A loud bang, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, shattered the tranquility of the villa.
The mahogany door was blasted open by the enormous impact, sending wood chips flying and raising a cloud of dust in the hall.
"Don't move! None of you are allowed to move!"
"Hands behind your head! Lie face down!"
Before Limpy Ho could react, a group of heavily armed men in black surged in like a tide.
Just as the bodyguard was about to reach for the guy behind his back, a gunshot rang out, the bullet hitting the floor tiles at his feet and sparks flying.
"Move again, and I'll blow your head off!" The chilling warning froze everyone.
The wine glass slipped from Limpy Ho's hand and shattered with a "crack".
He stared wide-eyed at the unfamiliar faces and the ICAC badges on their chests.
The middle-aged man leading the group walked straight up to him, looking down at the former underground emperor, and unfurled an arrest warrant: "Wu Xihao, you are suspected of drug trafficking, murder, bribing public officials, money laundering, and multiple organized crimes. You are hereby formally arrested."
"This isn't a place for you to run wild!" Crippled Ho struggled to his feet from the sofa, gripping his cane and pointing it at the middle-aged man's nose as he roared, "Do you know who I am? Do you know who I work for?"
"I'm handling business for the Luo family! You dare arrest me? Believe me, one phone call and you're all fired!"
However, all he received in response were pairs of eyes that looked at him as if he were already dead.
The leader waved his hand coldly: "Take him away."
Two detectives immediately stepped forward and roughly pressed Limpy Ho onto the coffee table. The cold handcuffs clicked and locked his hands.
With his cheek pressed against the cool marble countertop, at that moment, all the clues in Limpy Ho's mind finally came together.
The Luo family never intended to protect themselves! From the very beginning, this was a setup!
That kid named Qin Han was just pushed out by the Luo family, packaged as bait to lure Ge Bai!
Now that Godber has taken the bait, he himself has become "evidence" that must be eliminated.
"Qin Han!!! You tricked me! Luo Decheng! You bunch of hypocrites who betray their benefactors after using them! I won't accept this! I won't accept this!!!"
The lame man's mournful roar echoed through the villa's hall, filled with despair and rage.
But all of this was in vain.
He was like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, dragged and pulled out of the villa by ICAC agents.
Outside, red and blue police lights flashed, illuminating the dark night sky of Kowloon Tong.
Hong Kong was destined to be sleepless that night.
The following morning, newsstands throughout Hong Kong were packed with people, who frantically snapped up the extra editions.
Shocking News! Chief Superintendent Godber Arrested at Airport!
"Hong Kong Antenna Scam: Investors Lose Everything!"
Drug lord Crippled Ho arrested late at night; ICAC strikes hard!
The three messages were like three nuclear bombs, detonated at the same time.
In teahouses, on buses, and in office buildings, everyone was talking about it.
Even the most oblivious ordinary citizens could sense an unusual atmosphere at this moment—from today onwards, Hong Kong has truly changed.
The Peninsula Hotel is where the crew of the TV series "Enter the Dragon" stayed.
At this moment, inside the presidential suite, a news special is playing on the television, showing Hao being hooded and put into a prison van.
Fred Weintraub paced back and forth in the room, saying, "My God, Qin, this is insane."
The fat man pointed at the TV screen: "You just sent him in like that? He has all the details of that deal! What if he blurts things out in the interrogation room and implicates you and the Luo family?"
Qin Han pressed down on his shoulder, pushed him onto the sofa, and calmly said, "Fred, stop shaking me, you're making me dizzy."
Who do you think he was telling this to?
"The Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) is directly under the jurisdiction of the Governor's Office, and Mr. Lo Tak-shing was one of the key figures behind this purge; he even decided on the name of this new agency!"
"At this critical juncture, since the Luo family dares to make a move against him, they must have made thorough preparations."
"Crippled Ho is the mastermind behind all the evil deeds. What does he have to do with the Luo family? What does he have to do with us?"
Luo Decheng went to great lengths and set up such a grand scheme, wasn't it all just to pin all the evil deeds on a suitable person? I was merely helping him accomplish this.
Limpy Ho became the perfect "firewall" for the Luo family.
With the establishment of the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC), the downfall of triad bosses and the Chief Superintendent of Police, the entire Hong Kong public would only applaud; this is already a perfect script.
Bruce Lee patted his apprentice's shoulder, his eyes filled with emotion: "Han, sometimes I really think it's a waste that you didn't become a politician."
"Master, I'm just an honest and straightforward filmmaker." Qin Han smiled and shook his head. "Alright, let's go back to Tai Tam Bay and get to work!"
In the following days, the filming of "Enter the Dragon" progressed at an astonishing speed.
The Luo family's private estate not only boasts stunning scenery but also offers unparalleled secrecy, allowing Ridley to focus wholeheartedly on building the mysterious island that belongs exclusively to Mr. Han.
On this morning, Qin Han got up early as usual.
As soon as I opened my eyes, that familiar semi-transparent panel reappeared before me: today's news was different from the boring Hollywood weather and traffic reports of the past few days, and seemed somewhat out of place.
Today's intelligence has been updated.
A Los Angeles-based company called Atari recently released a game called "electronic billiards," sparking a frenzy of queuing among young people.
"Electronic billiards?"
Qin Han was slightly taken aback when he saw the intelligence report.
He really knew very little about video games: video games had already been around since 1973.
In his memory, this thing only became popular in the 80s with the rise of Nintendo and Sony.
"Atari—" He wrote the name down in his notebook.
Now that the system has given me the information, I can contact this company when I get back to the United States and see what secrets they have up their sleeves.
After closing his laptop, Qin Han took a taxi to the film set.
Today's call sheet announces that the main event of the film has officially begun filming: martial arts masters from all walks of life have been invited to the island to enter Mr. Han's underground kingdom, where they will soon begin a series of battles and explorations.
At this moment, the underground cave set in Tai Tam Bay is filled with smoke.
To create a mysterious atmosphere, Ridley not only used a lot of dry ice, but also had the lighting technician set up dim red and blue background lights behind the rock wall.
Hundreds of extras, dressed in uniform practice clothes, lined up in the prepared outdoor set, creating a magnificent scene.
"Okay! Keep quiet!"
"Power on!"
As the clapperboard falls, the camera slowly zooms in.
Mr. Han, played by Shih Kien, sat on a tiger-skin chair on a high platform, looking down at the crowd below with a sinister gaze.
What followed was a fierce melee.
According to the script, the protagonist, played by Bruce Lee, infiltrates the underground base, is discovered, and engages in a life-or-death struggle with the guards.
"Action!"
Bruce Lee charged into the crowd like a cheetah, his two short sticks flying up and down, making crisp striking sounds.
Those who attacked him were all stuntmen handpicked by Golden Harvest, including the big-nosed young man Jackie Chan.
As per the previously arranged special protocol, he received a close-up shot of his face today.
The character is a reckless guard leader who tries to ambush Bruce Lee from behind.
"Ah—!" Jackie Chan roared, charging forward with a long stick in hand, his expression ferocious.
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Bruce Lee suddenly turned around and swept out with his short stick, which whistled through the air.
This is a routine move. According to the rehearsal, Bruce Lee's stick would stop an inch in front of Jackie Chan's temple, causing him to fall to the ground as if he had been hit.
But this time, perhaps because he was too excited to be in the spotlight, Jackie Chan went a little too far.
With a muffled "thud," the sturdy short stick slammed solidly into Jackie Chan's temple.
"Well----"
He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, a dizzying sensation, and then he crashed heavily to the ground.
But he didn't call a halt. He gritted his teeth, covered his head, rolled on the ground, and showed an expression of extreme pain.
"Cut! Cut! Cut!"
Bruce Lee's expression changed drastically. He quickly threw away the stick in his hand, ignored the still-running camera, and rushed over in one stride.
"Yuanlong! How are you? Are you alright?" He knew the feel of that blow was wrong; it must have landed squarely.
Jackie Chan was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes, and half of his forehead was swollen, but seeing his idol holding him anxiously, he steeled himself and said, "Mr. Lee, I'm fine, I can still act!"
He grimaced and tried to struggle to his feet.
"Stop acting! Check your injuries first!" Bruce Lee pressed him down, carefully examined him, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no bones were broken.
"Good lad, you've got guts!" He ruffled Jackie Chan's hair, then turned to the stagehand and shouted, "Get an ice pack!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Han quickly grabbed an ice pack and ran over, feeling somewhat moved.
This blow later became a famous scene that Jackie Chan always talked about.
"Yuan Long, that blow wasn't for nothing." He handed the ice pack to Jackie Chan: "Your reaction in that shot was absolutely perfect; it'll definitely be saved."
"Really? Mr. Qin?" Jackie Chan covered his swollen head, his eyes shining brightly.
"Of course." Bruce Lee looked at the young man with a mixture of guilt and admiration. "As compensation, I'll give you another close-up in the next scene."
"Just film the shot of me grabbing that henchman and snapping his neck."
Jackie Chan jumped up excitedly: "Thank you, Mr. Li! Thank you, Mr. Qin!"
After treating the injury briefly, filming continued.
This time, Jackie Chan put in even more effort.
On camera, Bruce Lee locked his neck from behind.
Jackie Chan's face was flushed, his veins bulged, and his eyes were filled with fear and struggle for death. As Bruce Lee exerted force with his wrist, his head drooped limply, and his body slid down like a puddle of mud.
"Click!" Ridley snapped his fingers. "That's it!"
A round of applause erupted on set, both for Bruce Lee and for this hardworking young man.
Just as everyone was preparing to move on to the next scene, a series of hurried footsteps approached.
Andrew, beaming and waving a telegram, stormed onto the set: "Qin! Bruce! Fantastic news!"
He nimbly weaved through the crowd, grabbed Qin Han in a tight hug, and exclaimed excitedly, almost incoherently, "It exploded! It completely exploded!"
"What exploded? Calm down." Qin Han pushed away his sweaty assistant.
"Box office! The box office figures for 'The Big Boss'!" Andrew slammed the telegram onto Qin Han's chest: "It's a telegram just from Universal!"
"Four weeks into the run, the first month's box office figures are in!"
Upon hearing this, everyone stopped what they were doing and held their breath.
Qin Han quickly picked up the telegram, his eyes scanning the long string of numbers on it, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.
"How much?" Bruce Lee couldn't help but ask.
Qin Han raised his head, looked around, and announced in a loud voice, "Ten million US dollars!"
"The Big Boss's North American opening month box office surpasses ten million US dollars!"