Chapter 47 Please Accept Your Disciple's Bow

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*Home Alone 3* started filming at the end of 1996. Looking at the small bubbles hovering above everyone's heads, Liu Jing felt somewhat bewildered and perplexed.

Scanning the horizon, there wasn't a single large bubble in sight.

All the way here, he hadn't seen a single numerical value exceeding 10 points.

"Could it be that I've entered a fake production crew?" This thought naturally popped into Liu Jing's mind.

This was *Home Alone*, after all! How could its generated Qi be even lower than the trashy films directed by Fat Man Wang?

Could it be because filming had just begun, and not much had accumulated yet?

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While he was stroking his chin in deep thought, several slightly larger bubbles descended from the sky.

Liu Jing quickly looked over and realized that the team arranged for him by Win's Entertainment had finally arrived on set.

Win's Entertainment was also quite baffled. Since *Home Alone 3* was partially shooting on location in Hong Kong, they had reached out to local connections. When the boss heard about this, he recommended Liu Jing to the relevant parties.

He had merely tried it out on a whim, never expecting that the production side would quickly send over an audition notice.

This was the fourth year of Liu Jing's contract with Win's Entertainment. How to properly arrange work for Liu Jing had become quite a headache for the He brothers.

They kept the master's prophecy deep in their hearts, and remarkably, it had proven quite accurate.

Ever since signing Liu Jing, while their film and television company had been on a downward slope, the boss's other business ventures had flourished wildly.

In stock trading, every stock he touched turned red and soared.

In investments, everything he backed became an instant hit.

In general commerce, wealth poured in from all directions, and his financial luck was prosperous beyond measure.

The tenth young master of the He family had already lost interest in the film industry; making money there was simply too slow.

Yet he did not want to terminate Liu Jing's contract, because the master had warned that within five years he would face a tribulation, and that tribulation had yet to pass.

Since the company had no suitable roles for him, and the boss refused to let Liu Jing take on projects from rival studios for fear of dividing his own fortune, the situation remained stagnant.

Therefore, arranging work for Liu Jing gave him a persistent headache.

From his perspective, Liu Jing was extremely passionate about acting—he was either filming or visiting sets, constantly hanging around production crews. Liu Jing was also very keen on making money; whenever a commercial endorsement came up, even the leg of a mosquito was meat to him.

He also worried that Liu Jing might grow dissatisfied and demand a contract termination, especially since the money Liu Jing had already earned was more than enough to pay off the buyout penalty.

Whenever matters became too baffling to resolve, he would consult the master. He went to visit the very same master who had originally discovered Liu Jing.

The master stated that filming within Chinese-populated circles would indeed siphon away one's fortune, but going abroad would not affect it. Liu Jing possessed a peculiar physiognomy and an extraordinary destiny; sending him overseas would instead cause his personal fortune to grow. As Liu Jing's fortune increased, one could borrow even greater Qi from him, yielding even greater benefits in return.

He had initially tried it purely on a whim, but who could have guessed that the foreign production crew would actually cast Liu Jing? That made him feel even more strongly that the master's words were infallible.

Liu Jing was completely unaware of these convoluted twists and turns. For the very first time, he experienced what it meant to be treated like an A-list star.

When filming in the past, the company at most assigned him a driver, and even then, it was only a part-time gig.

Coming to Hollywood to shoot, however, the company dispatched a team of over a dozen people: an executive manager, a lifestyle assistant, a makeup artist, a stylist, a driver, an interpreter, several bodyguards, and even a dedicated lawyer.

He initially thought his own prestige had skyrocketed, unaware that the company was merely terrified he might be poached abroad and deliberately wanted to showcase to the outside world how deeply they valued him.

Along with the team came two cars—one designated for him to rest in on set, and another for getting around outside.

Hearing about this lavish treatment left Liu Jing dumbfounded and his aunt utterly shocked.

"Hello, are you the kung fu kid from China?" As Liu Jing was watching his aunt coordinate with the team, a little pixie of a girl walked over and greeted him in a confident and straightforward manner.

This young miss wasn't actually all that little; she was graceful, slender, and quite pretty. She was noticeably taller than Liu Jing, appearing to be in her early teens.

"Before asking someone else, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?" Liu Jing's eyes lit up.

This young lady looked rather nice and seemed quite pure, so he tossed his daily appraisal skill her way.

[Description: Years from now, people will fight for the chance to drink her bathwater. Hurry up and take a bath with her to unlock this achievement.]

"Heh, you damned system, you stopped acting like a fortune teller and turned into a prophet instead. Let me ask, is there a reward for unlocking this achievement?" Liu Jing asked the system internally, but received absolute silence in return.

Though he couldn't quite decipher the cryptic message, he could tell this girl was destined for greatness in the future.

"My name is Scarlett Johansson, twelve years old. Do you know kung fu? Your English is great." The little girl extended her small hand, wanting to shake hands with Liu Jing.

"My name is Luvei, eight years old." Liu Jing shook her hand with gentlemanly poise, wearing a warm smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were only six. You really don't look like an eight-year-old; you're a bit short, shorter than I was when I was eight." Scarlett sounded somewhat haughty.

Liu Jing's smile gradually faded. Whether due to practicing martial arts, genetic factors, or the mysterious system—for reasons unknown—he indeed wasn't very tall.

Being mocked by Qianqian at home was one thing, but now he was being ridiculed by a little foreign girl.

"You don't look twelve either. Many American girls are already quite well-developed by the time they're twelve."

"None of the twelve-year-old girls I know are as developed as I am. If you know any, please introduce us, because I'd like to ask what they've been eating."

"I'll introduce you when I get the chance." Liu Jing smiled like a beaming child-snatcher.

Since the young miss was under sixteen, he tentatively tried to establish a bond with her, and to his surprise, it actually triggered a response.

[Friendly reminder: Scarlett Johansson does not possess Chinese ancestry; the host can only absorb one-tenth of the Entertainment Qi generated by her.]

[Would you like to set Scarlett Johansson as a bonded connection?]

"Damn system, does a foreign woman not have the sixteen-year-old restriction? Good grief, with bubbles this scarce here, you damned system didn't skim ninety percent of it, did you? How much commission do you charge for converting US dollars to RMB, yet you're devouring ninety percent yourself!" Liu Jing roared frantically in his mind, his expression turning somewhat ferocious.

Scarlett stepped back two paces. Surely this kung fu kid from China wasn't thinking of beating her up, was he?

Just as she was about to turn away, a protector of the fair maiden suddenly appeared from behind and lunged toward Liu Jing. "Hey! Chinese boy, how dare you bully Scarlett!"

Liu Jing was already in an irritable mood, so he casually flicked his wrist and shoved the would-be hero sprawling onto the ground. "Run home and drink your milk, little brat."

He spoke in Chinese, which the boy couldn't understand. The kid picked up a wooden stick and charged forward once again.

Smack...

Liu Jing snatched the stick away with a single motion, pulled it sharply, and sent the boy tumbling to the ground once more.

Smack...

Liu Jing inspected the wooden stick, brought his palm down in a swift chop, and snapped it cleanly into two halves.

The child shivered, gritted his teeth as he climbed back up, glared fiercely at Liu Jing without uttering a single threat, and patted his backside as he scurried away.

Liu Jing tossed the broken stick onto the ground and asked Scarlett, "Hey foreign miss, who was that?"

Scarlett curled her lips. "I don't know, but in the movie, he's supposed to be our brother."

Liu Jing wore a puzzled expression. "Is he out of his mind? Did I provoke him?"

Scarlett shrugged. "Maybe he just really wanted a beating."

"Then he's genuinely mental." Liu Jing shrugged along with her.

Scarlett picked up the broken pieces of the wooden stick and inspected them closely, noticing the fresh splintered edges.

Her eyes lit up as she stepped forward. "Luvei, you really do know Chinese kung fu, can you teach me? I love Bruce Lee, and I really love Kung Fu."

"Miss Scarlett, in China, kung fu is never casually taught to outsiders; you must..."

Before Liu Jing could finish his sentence, he saw an impatient Scarlett clasping her fists together in a traditional greeting. "Master, I understand. Please accept your disciple's bow."