Unlike the American propaganda methods, Golden Harvest's promotion of "Game of Death" in Southeast Asia is even more crazy, because they began to imitate Wang Xiaohu and launched a lottery to buy movie tickets. 【Reading.com】

"500 TVs are waiting for you to carry home, and you will be given free Yueli TV program time!"

"You can participate in the lottery for HK$3, and there is a mystery prize waiting for you!"

"What are you waiting for, let's gather at the entrance of Golden Harvest's theater tonight."

Almost at the same time, Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Macao are all staging Golden Harvest's crazy TV activities, although this set of propaganda techniques was learned directly from Wang Xiaohu, but Golden Harvest was extremely crazy this time, they smashed more than 3 million for the "Game of Death" publicity, that is, sent TV sets, and invited dozens of Southeast Asian singers and stars to perform a variety of programs, and the whole Hong Kong was set off by Golden Harvest to create an atmosphere of the New Year.

The citizens of Hong Kong are blessed, they are already interested in the lottery, "Drunken Fist" was released when the lottery was not held to make them feel lost, and now people Golden Harvest is going to hold a lottery, and the gift is more than Wang Xiaohu, you must know that Wang Xiaohu only sent out 40 TVs that time, and Golden Harvest prepared 500 units!

The most important point is that the ticket price is only three Hong Kong dollars, which is nearly half cheaper than Wang Xiaohu's five Hong Kong dollars, which means that they only need to add one more Hong Kong dollar, and they can have one more chance to draw a lottery!

The main battlefield in Hong Kong was personally controlled by He Guanchang, and the Taiwan region entrusted Tian Jianren to represent Tian Jianren with the knife, and Du Huidong, the publicity manager of Golden Harvest, rushed to Macao to promote the matter, and the same promotional activities were staged in the three places at the same time, so that Golden Harvest's popularity was once bursting, and the major propaganda stores were crowded with people, enjoying beautiful songs, watching eye-catching dances, drawing lotteries, and taking TV.

"Wen Huai, what's going on over there?" He Guanchang called Zou Wenhuai, who was far away in Los Angeles, that night: "Let me tell you the good news, our publicity effect came out on the first day, and we sold 7 million Hong Kong dollars of movie tickets!" ”

"Yes! That's great! Now we have made a steady profit, and we will continue to maintain this momentum in the next three days, if the TV set is not enough, it will continue to increase, and we will definitely be able to break the box office record of 10 million held by Wang Xiaohu and them this time! Zou Wenhuai was inexplicably excited on the phone, if it is 7 million Hong Kong dollars a day, it will easily reach 21 million Hong Kong dollars for another three days, such a record will definitely set a new record since the opening of Hong Kong films, and even allow Golden Harvest to return to its glorious era.

"Wen Huai, we have invested 20 million US dollars in this project, do you think it is worth it?" He Guanchang said with a heavy heart.

"Why not it's worth it! At least we have achieved an absolute advantage in Hong Kong now, Wang Xiaohu doesn't even dare to show up now, Guanchang, we must win this victory. Zou Wenhuai was particularly stubborn, and he always insisted on his point of view.

"The problem is that Hong Kong is creating profits, but you are throwing money in Hollywood, you must know that the money for holding open-air parties is what we Golden Harvest has been subverting." He Guanchang said angrily: "How long do you have to deceive the outside world, if we fail, we will not only lose face, but even the entire Golden Harvest will lose, this is our common effort, 20 million US dollars is just the skin for Warner, but it is the foundation for us, do you know the foundation, the foundation is gone, Golden Harvest will be completely finished!" Please, stop it! ”

"Hmph, how can there be a turning back arrow when you open the bow, it's because I have paid so much, I should persevere! I want to take back what belongs to us from Wang Xiaohu! Zou Wenhuai hung up the phone almost angrily.

"Hey! What about 7 million Hong Kong dollars a day, and the means used were not once dropped by Wang Xiaohu? He Guanchang hung up the phone and sighed heavily, this time in order to let Jiahe turn over, the company almost invested all the savings in the previous two years, so that the crazy behavior of leaving no way back is just to kill Wang Xiaohu, He Guanchang feels very blind, very risky, Zou Wenhuai can't listen to anyone's advice at this time, he has been confused by hatred, burned out his reason, just wants to kill Wang Xiaohu.

He Guanchang considered whether there would be any adverse consequences if this continued, otherwise why would Wang Xiaohu no longer use this method? At this time, he admired in addition to admiring this young man.

Golden Harvest and Warner have reunited, nearly 800 televisions have been sent, open-air parties have been held in major cities in the United States, and their popularity has reached a peak, and the news media in Hong Kong and the United States have reported such a grand occasion almost every day, and both Asians and Americans are eagerly awaiting the release of "Game of Death".

What is Wang Xiaohu doing, isn't he in a hurry at all?

Yes, not only was he not in a hurry, but he was leading the way to Lakeview Cemetery in Seattle at this time, led by Linda's family.

In the old town of Seattle, a city in the western United States, there is a very ordinary cemetery, which was formed from the not-so-high mountainous terrain, to be exact, part of the Rocky Mountains that straddle the continent of Zhouzhou, and in the eyes of Americans, this hill cannot be associated with the massive Rocky Mountains.

There are rich men, workers and peasants buried in this cemetery, and the streets here are intricate, with ancient trees and houses, and if it weren't for Linda's family to lead the way, Wang Xiaohu would not have found this place at all, and even lost his way here.

The car drove into the main entrance of the cemetery and began to slow down, and Linda told Wang Xiaohu that Bruce's grave site was at the flagpole on the left side of the mountaintop, so he kept looking for the flagpole, hoping to see Brother Xiaolong's tombstone at the first glance, but there were so many flagpoles here that he was dazzled. "Linda, how long will it take, we've already passed 128 flagpoles."

"Daddy Tiger, we'll be there in five minutes." Xiao Guohao replied first.

Wang Xiaohu stretched out his hand to stroke Xiao Guohao's hair, looking back and forth outside the car, and the car stopped near the top of the mountain after walking for a while. Wang Xiaohu picked up Li Guohao with one hand, Zhao Yazhi with the other, Linda led Li Xiangning, and the group slowly walked to the top of the mountain.

Under the flagpole on the left side of the mountain, Wang Xiaohu spotted the target, and what greeted him was a red tombstone, about 1.2 meters high.

Wang Xiaohu felt empty in his heart, stared at the red tombstone and walked slowly, and when he came to the tombstone, he saw a photo of Brother Xiaolong inlaid above the tombstone, which was a very bright, very Bruce Lee-style smile. As if to speak and meditate, the tombstone is engraved in gold with his Chinese name Li Zhenfan and English name Bruce-Lee, as well as the years of birth, and the words "founder-of-jeet-kune-do" (founder of Jeet Kune Do) are engraved at the bottom.

In the lower corner of the tombstone there is also an open stone book, on the left page is the Yin and Yang pattern of Jeet Kune Do logo and the "Impossible is the law, the infinite is limited" Jeet Kune Do program, and on the right page is written in English, Wang Xiaohu recognizes the sentence "Your spirit will always guide us to freedom." ”

Wang Xiaohu noticed that there were many flowers in front of the tombstone, some had begun to wither, and some were still fresh, just when Wang Xiaohu had mixed feelings about the tombstone, an old voice came from behind him.

"Today you are the second to honor Bruce. Lee's. ”

Wang Xiaohu turned his head suddenly, and saw an old man wearing a cowboy hat, wearing a thin denim suit, almost bent over like a shrimp, standing not far behind them, holding a shovel in his hand, the wind on the top of the mountain was very strong, and the old man's body was also swaying back and forth in the wind, as if he had a tendency to be blown down by the wind at any time.

"You're saying someone else was here today?" Wang Xiaohu glanced at the old man, and then shifted his gaze to the tombstone.

"Ahem." The old man stooped over and staggered a few steps forward, and said softly, "Yes, a tall guy came by pushing a wheelchair just now. ”

"Oh. Thank you for telling me this. Wang Xiaohu nodded, it seems that there will be a lot of dragon fans coming to visit Brother Xiaolong every day.

Linda explains: "He may be the caretaker of the cemetery, but I've never met him, and he used to be a big, middle-aged man. ”

"Maybe the administrator has something at home, so let him take the shift." Li Guohao blinked and interjected.

"Kid, you're right, I'm here to take over. But it's windy and cold right now, so I hope you can be quiet here and don't wake up the people below. After the old caretaker of the cemetery said this, he staggered away, and it was not until he walked down the top of the hill that a wheelchair came to him quickly, and the tall man stepped forward and threw his shovel on the ground, and said with some annoyance: "Next time I will never allow you to mess around like this, you must know that you just had surgery a month ago, and now even a seven-year-old child can easily knock you down!" ”

The old man sat back into the wheelchair with the help of the tall man, his eyes were still staring at the top of the mountain, and he sighed and said, "Hehe, what's the matter, I just want to meet them." ”

"If you want to see them often, you'd better listen to me in the future, otherwise you'll have to lie in a hospital bed for the rest of your life." The tall man picked up a shovel and pushed the wheelchair away.

The old man sat upright in his wheelchair, and a gust of wind blew his cowboy hat up, and it was bare underneath

On the top of the mountain, Wang Xiaohu stood in front of the tomb and mourned in silence for 20 minutes, before leaving, he sighed and said: "Brother Xiaolong, your last work will be seen in the world the day after tomorrow, I will do it well and work hard to realize your dream." ”

(To be continued)