Chapter 379 Order in Chaos
"Big Brother!"

All of Sammo Hung's fellow apprentices rushed over at once, one held his big head, one pinched his philtrum, and one unbuttoned his shirt.

A purple footprint was clearly visible on Sammo Hung's chest, and then it was found under his nose.

"Ah! The eldest brother was kicked to death by him!"

The fellow disciples could not feel Hong Jinbao's breath, and their eyes suddenly turned red. They were all excited, looking at Bruce Lee as if he were an enemy, gritting their teeth and asking, "How could you use such a heavy hand in a martial arts competition?"

"We're going to fight you! Everyone, come together!"

Then they rushed towards Bruce Lee in a panic.

Wang Deming was walking towards Sammo Hung. As an unknown master, he saw it clearly. Bruce Lee's kick was very fast and powerful, which made Sammo Hung lose his breath. But he just patted his back and didn't even break any bones.

Seeing this, he shouted, "Stop!"

It's a pity that no one listened to him.

Bruce Lee smiled with all eight teeth showing, his eyes shining, his arms as if holding a ball, his shoulders shook, and instead of retreating, he moved forward, "Woo-wah." A strange excited cry came from his mouth.

The two sides were about to explode, but Wang Deming was standing in the middle. Li Hanxiang and others, Li Zhongchen and Lin Yanni, all shouted nervously: "Ah!"

He was afraid that Wang Deming would be beaten in the chaos.

It's fine if someone else gets beaten, but if Wang Deming gets beaten today, it will be a big deal. People in this circle, let's be honest, no one should be in the film industry anymore, even in Hong Kong.
Then, a scene that surprised them happened.
Wang Deming walked leisurely in the garden. He grabbed the first person who threw a punch and gave a slight shake of his wrist. The opponent lost his balance and stepped back involuntarily as if he was drunk, knocking all of Sammo Hung's fellow apprentices to the ground.

At the same time, beside him, Bruce Lee kicked out with a flying kick but missed. Before he could retract his thigh, he suddenly felt someone kicking his thigh from below, and his body involuntarily flew into the air.

To outsiders, in a flash, they only saw Wang Deming push Bruce Lee aside with a flick of his hand, but no one noticed how he kicked Bruce Lee away.

"Wow"

"Did you take the picture? Did you take the picture?" Li Hanxiang's eyes lit up and he quickly turned around and asked the photographer.

The photographer was stunned and nodded woodenly.

"Second brother, seventh brother, let's go to the film room and develop the film later!" Li Hanxiang was extremely excited. "This segment today suddenly gave me a lot of inspiration. I also want to make a martial arts film in the future!"

“It’s so enjoyable!”

"That's right, that's right!"

"I didn't expect Mr. Wang to have more than just a good figure?"

"really!"

"Bang." Bruce Lee fell from the sky and accidentally sat on his butt. His mouth was wide open and couldn't close for a long time. He stared at Wang Deming blankly.

Wang Deming was already squatting in front of Sammo Hung, holding his neck with one hand and patting his back gently, "Cough cough!" Sammo Hung came back to his breath after a violent cough and heavy gasping.

But he was still confused, looking around at his fellow apprentices, "What happened to me just now?"

"Brother, are you okay?"

"Great!"

The fellow apprentices surrounded him and chattered, telling him what had happened.

Sammo Hung looked at Bruce Lee who had just stood up from the ground and nodded to him. There was nothing much to say about his inferior skills, only admiration. However, the person he admired the most was Mr. Wang. He moved his eyes to the other person and saw Mr. Wang smiling gently and talking to someone.

Wang Deming accepted the compliments from the people around him and explained with a polite smile that he just practiced some traditional martial arts to strengthen his body and he only knew one move.

Then everyone continued to visit the Han and Tang Film and Television City, except that there was one more person, Sammo Hung.

He and Bruce Lee were acquainted with each other through fighting. At the back, they were chatting about something with gestures, but mostly he was asking Bruce Lee for advice.

Bruce Lee often looked at Wang Deming's back.

In the evening, in the villa on the top of Taiping Mountain, Wang Deming invited everyone to his home. There was no fancy buffet, just a big round table, and he invited the master chef from Zhengyanglou to come and cook.

Bruce Lee's family, Li Hanxiang's family, Hong Wei's family, plus Sammo Hung and others, sat in a circle.

"Don't be shy. Director Li and Sister Hongwei have known us for more than ten years, and they know our family's personalities. Even though we have two big bucks in our pockets, we don't think we are rich or noble just because we are rich."

Wang Deming smiled and raised his glass to Bruce Lee and Sammo Hung, saying, "Bruce Lee, Sammo Hung, this is definitely not a polite remark. You will all know the answer after a while."

Li Hanxiang then explained with a smile: "That's right, Xiaolong, Jinbao, if we talk about real aristocrats, we really have them at our table today."

"However, in today's China, there are no longer any kings, princes, generals, or noble families. Everyone is equal."

"At best, Mr. Wang has a lot of money, he eats better than us, uses better things, and he has more confidence in doing things."

Wang Deming laughed heartily: "Haha, Director Li really understands us. Cheers."

After so many years in Hong Kong, although he lives a life of luxury and enjoys delicious food, he still prefers his life in Beijing. The reason is that it is more down-to-earth.

Not only him, but also Zhang Shouchun's three daughters were the same.

Taking a sip of the rice wine in his cup, Zhang Shouchun sighed, "Although I don't have to worry about food and drink now, I still miss the days in the capital."

They are not canaries kept at home. Their business has been getting better and better over the years. Even Mr. Li, the boss of the newly established securities company Far East, came to their home in person to help their company go public.

Hong Kong is a mixed crowd, especially after the 60s, the streets are full of hooligans, which is very annoying to look at.

Especially in Hong Kong, the police and criminals are like one family. Even street vendors have to pay protection fees.
Whenever they go out now, they are accompanied by bodyguards, who are retired soldiers invited by Wang Deming from the mainland. They have all participated in wars and everyone carries a gun in their pocket.

There is absolutely no leisure time for daily shopping or going to the vegetable market.

But for the time being, they couldn't go back to the capital.

After three rounds of dishes and five kinds of wine, Wang Deming finally got down to business: "Xiaolong, I have a general idea of ​​the terms you negotiated with Shaw Brothers before. Ten thousand US dollars for a movie, and the script must satisfy you, right?"

"Do you have any other conditions? If nothing else, I will arrange for Lawyer Jerry to sign a contract with you tomorrow."

Bruce Lee finally got his chance. He ignored the looks from his elder brother and former sister-in-law, and spoke with a strong fighting spirit: "Mr. Wang, I want to fight with you!"

"No need to make a big fuss, just the two of us!"

"I'm not trying to be famous for this, I just felt really passionate after seeing your kung fu!"

"I don't know, what do you think, Mr. Wang?"

(End of this chapter)