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WONG SHUN LEUNG AND written by "Heroes are still human beings when you know them well. I have seen how
Bruce Lee grew from a small boy to a mature man. In my mind, he will never be a
hero or a superman. I only know that he was a friend, a very good friend. He was
also a funny man, one with whom you could expose your inner feelings without
fear. You could be very frank with him, pointing out his short-comings. So what
I am now writing about it, the Bruce Lee in my own eyes. I believe that it will
be a more objective and real picture." The Early Days One day, about twenty years ago, I practiced my kung fu in Master Yip's institute. I also helped my fellow learners in their practice. At that time, Chang brought in an Elvis like youngster. He leaned his body to one side with his hand on the wall. The other hand was in the back pocket of his trousers. His body was supported by one of his legs only. He swayed his body continuously. His manner was very frivolous as though he thought that he was smart. I really did not like his appearance. After he went away, I told Chang that I did not welcome this young man. A few months later, he came for the second time. This time, he dressed properly and was more polite. Master Yip liked him very much, so he took him to be his disciple. He immediately came over and greeted me. This was so sudden that I just could not understand. We became fellow learners and friends. From then on, he brought me a lot of trouble. That young man was Bruce Lee, the famous international star. At first, when Bruce learnt the fundamental boxing form of Wing Chun Kung Fu, he seemed to have a sense of suspicion towards it. It was true that the boxing form was a bit dry, so he did not seem to have much interest in it. However, he had seen how Chang, a youngster of the same age, won over his opponent. He also knew that his history of learning Wing Chun Hung Fu was not long. Therefore, he began to develop confidence in the style. Chang's father was a police inspector and enjoyed some special privileges, so when Bruce had troubles, he usually found Chang to solve them. Thus the two young men always came and went together. Two or three months later, Bruce began to understand the principles of Wing Chun Kung Fu and his interest grew simultaneously. A short time passed. Chang had to go to study in Australia. He wanted me to
teach and practice with Bruce, so he brought Bruce to my house. It was because
at that time Master Yip's health was not very good and I was five or six years
older than Bruce. At that stage the difference in age was very evident already,
and he listened to me readily. After a few days, Bruce strangely came at an earlier time. He had his own plan. In this incident, his character was exposed entirely. On that day, he was ten minutes earlier. He seemed to have run a long way to
my house. Without taking any rest, he claimed that he had to go out again, but
before he went, he said, "Leung, I have to do something immediately, but I will
come back in a short time. Please wait for me! Don't go out! I beg you, please
don't! Thank you very much!" He had come earlier to make sure that his classmates had not arrived yet.
Then he went down the street to wait for them. When he saw them, he met them as
if he had just left my house. Another time, he wanted to have the sun-glasses of his classmate, Chen. He first offered him a good price hoping that he would sell them to him. Chen, however, would not accept it. Bruce then just took them from him by force. As he practiced more, he made less trouble. Yet sometimes he still insulted his schoolmates, and might even run into some rascals. I was milder, so I often tried to mediate for him. At times I also persuaded him to develop the right way and make less trouble. Because he had such kind of character, he was more diligent in drilling himself. In those days, he had seen how I punched at a short distance (that was the inch-power he later performed), and how I compared my wrist's power with others. He even bought two steel bars to assist him in his training. To strengthen the power of his wrists, he used the sand discs. In nine month's time, he seemed to surpass me. Therefore, I enjoyed practicing with him very much. Bruce Lee often asked me whether he could win over Mr. X or Mr. Y. I frequently analyzed the strong and weak points of his imagined opponent for him, and told him the way to win. Later, he asked me when he would be able to win over Chang and me. He asked too much. I felt that he had fallen into the state of bewitchment. His competitive character caused me to worry for him. I feared that he would lose the aim in learning Kung Fu. I said to him, "To win over me is not difficult. I'm only the commonest of the commons. My history of Kung Fu learning, is only a few years longer than yours. There is nothing great in winning over me. I compare with other people not because I have good Kung Fu. It is only because I am not satisfied with the superstitious and mysterious elements people uphold in Chinese Kung Fu. I am young, I have an ideal. I want to alter people's attitude towards Chinese martial arts in my own effort. In fact, Chinese martial arts is simply a kind of sport. Your potential is better than mine. Some day you will win over me. As to Chang, it is difficult to say. You two are of the same age, but his physique and combat experience are better than yours. You will not be able to subdue him now. Whether you can win over him in the future or not depends very much on your progress and your training. Even our Master will not be able to answer this question. To practice Kung Fu, we need to have a firm will and a continuous drive for improvement. That is to say, we need to win over ourselves. For example, if you want to win over A, and his conditions are more favourable than yours and you two have the same kind of training, you may not be able to fulfil your wish. At that time, will you feel disappointed? Or, suppose you don't have any opponent, will you feel lonely? No. It is because you still should have one opponent, and that is you, yourself." He did not seem to understand my meaning, but later from his theory of boxing, my words proved to be acceptable. Nevertheless, he still asked the same question even though he had stayed in the United States. I always replied and said, "If tomorrow's Bruce can win over today's, will it be fine?" After about half a year's training, the time for an inter-school boxing match
came. It was held in K.G.5 School. He asked for my opinion in joining this
match. My opinion was to get combat experience was more important than any other
thing. With the help of my limited knowledge in western boxing, I practiced with
him. I attached his weak points and guided him to make full use of his strong
points. Several months of training passed. He finally represented his school in
the match. In the first match, he first displayed the form of Wing Chun Kung Fu
so it did not look like the western boxing form. Many foreign students, male and
female, jeered at him, but when he gradually took control of the situation, the
attitude of the spectators changed. His opponent had been the champion of the
match for several years. But he was knocked down by Bruce in the first round.
Actually I was not the hero of this comparison. The hero was Bruce. The crowd
seemed to grow larger and larger. I had a strange feeling. So I asked Bruce,
"How come there are so many people? Did you tell them to come here?" Although we had avoided many of the meddlers, there were still 20 to 30
people on the roof. Some sat along the wall, others sat on the parapet. All of
them came to see the fight. After about five minutes, another group of people
arrived. Bruce greeted them. They asked me to be the judge of the contest. I
told the other side my role. I told them that I was Bruce's trainer, thus I
should not act as the judge. But Chung said, "Mr. Wong, we trust in you. We want
you to be our judge." Chung and Choy said that they did, Bruce also agreed to follow my
instructions. I then told them to rest for a while before they started. Punches flew in the air. Both sides we hit. Since Choy was more brave and more experienced, Chen began to fall back. Yet as he retreated, he still attacked. His punches were more useful. They reached their target Choy's face bled. As Chen was hit at the abdomen, superficially he seemed to be alright. He thus seemed to have won the first round. After resting for a minute, the fight went on. The way they fought was the same. Choy was more fiery in this round. Chen was indeed young. He had fear in him so he drew back. Naturally, he was hit frequently, but the wounds were not as heavy as that of opponent. Choy took the lead yet he received more punches than Chen. It was difficult to say which side should be the winning side. This then ended the first match. The second match was the climax of the match. The heroes were Bruce and Chung. Chung was an assistant teacher in a famous sports club, while Bruce was a child star in Cantonese films, so this match was very attractive. I gathered the two and the time-keeper and repeated the rules for the second time. Both of them showed that they were clear. The area of the roof was about 18 feet by 18 feet. They agreed to let Chung to start the attack first. I asked Bruce to stand near the mid-line. Then l signalled them to start. Bruce's stance was a Wing Chun style. His left hand was in the front while his right one was in the back. His stance slightly inclined to the left On the other side. Chung's left hand showed a sword finger and his right fist was held near his waist. Chung circled around Bruce waiting for a chance to attack. Not a sound was heard. Eventually Chung took action. With a roar, he turned his fist against Bruce's lower jaw. Bruce drew back a little, then used his left palm to push away the punch. However, he did not make use of the opportunity to fight back. Both retreated and waited for the second chance. Bruce was hurt. He was perplexed inside and wanted to withdraw from the match. After a while, Chung used his right fist to attack Bruce's left eye. Seeing this, Bruce took one step backward, then tried to hit Chung's chest with his right fist, but his step was a little slower. His left eye was hit. His face was covered with blood. Chung was hurt too, but the place was covered by his clothes. Since Bruce had been hit, he wanted to fight back. He immediately stepped forward and attacked with continuous punches. Because he was two steps from Chung, Chung had enough time to step back calmly. Chung also punched back. Both were hit However because Bruce was not calm enough, his punches did not hit decisively. Moreover, his careless attack left open many chances for his opponent to attack, so his nose and cheek were hit. As they were struggling, the time-keeper exclaimed that time was up. The first round was over. I went up hurriedly to see Bruce. He asked me at once, "Leung! Is my eye
swollen?" This time Bruce attacked first. Chung was ready to fight. His left hand bent a little and was stretched forward. His fingers were turned into a claw. Chung's right fist was placed beside his left elbow. He stood in low stance. In this round, Bruce was calm. He stretched out his left hand too, and his right hand was also placed beside the left elbow. His power was concentrated on his back leg. He waited for a chance to attack. After a moment he suddenly pretended to attack. Chung immediately jumped back. Yet Bruce did not move. He still stood in the same position and smiled. He repeated this action for two to three times. Chung began to loose his defence. At last, Bruce was about half a step from Chung. Bruce made a false attack again. Chung took half a step back, and at the same time sent out a right punch. Making use of that chance, Bruce swiftly attacked. His left punch hit heavily on Chung's lower jaw. Bruce then took another step forward. He sent out a right punch which hit Chung's mouth. Blood gushed from Chung's mouth. Chung's false teeth were also knocked out. The two were too close so Chung's punch did not function well. Being seriously hurt, Chung fell back. He could not stand properly. Seeing this opportunity, Bruce did not give up. Like a wild beast, Bruce continued to send out heavy punches on Chung's face. Finally, Chung fell beside the water tank on the roof. Chung's friends at once ran forward to stop the match. Some of them complained that I should have stopped the match at an earlier time, but Bruce was very happy. He raised his hands up in the air and was very delighted. After this incident, some people blamed me. As I think back, I really feel that I was not right. I was a judge, I should not have let emotion control me. I should not have taught Bruce only. I also should not have forced Bruce to go on. At that time, I was too young. I did not know that they would ask me to be the judge. Also, I was Bruce's trainer. In fact, I really hoped that Bruce would win, so when Bruce wanted to withdraw after the first round, I did not permit it. I believed, if he had withdrawn, he would have felt shame and his history in martial arts would have ended. His victory in the second round really strengthened his confidence and fighting spirit. It taught him that one could not naturally become a successful man, one had to fight. Usually, a man's success was due to the stimulation of a comment or an incident. Bruce was still young, and I did not want to see him being knocked down. I did not want to see him feeling discouraged, so I encouraged him to fight on. When Master Yip was alive, he said this, ''If some day Bruce can achieve
anything, it is your labour." The roof-top affair brought along many troubles. The former master of Chen and Choy learnt that they had fought against each other. He thought that it was not right. He wanted to look into the matter. This made things worse. To find out the truth, the famous master and several youngsters waited for Bruce outside the school. They had brought along a basket. No one knew what was inside. It may have contained some weapons. According to my speculation, this may have been caused by Bruce's pride. Seeing the situation was unfavourable, he gave me a phone call telling me the names of these Kung Fu experts. I hurriedly got to his school to take him away. Because I knew these people, they still wanted to preserve our friendship and did not come over to cause any trouble. In addition, Bruce's father was also a friend of an elder sifu of that clan, so they did not take any action. I continued to take Bruce home for the next few days. Nothing happened. In this way, the affair came to an end. In our lives, many unhappy incidents are caused by some very minor things. I think this kind of thing is very bad. Originally, a comparison is not a bad thing. You need it just like you need to experiment what you have learnt in the classroom. If they compare in a sincere and friendly way, it is good. A good comparison will give you more understanding about your Kung Fu. It will produce in you a deep impression. It will also make a contribution to Chinese martial arts. However, many elders are too narrow minded. They stress too much on winning. When their pupils lose their fight, they cannot stand it. This results in a struggle between the two sides. Frankly speaking, two young men will know each other better after a comparison and become good friends. On the other hand, whether one wins or loses is determined usually by the quality of the two fighters and not the quality of their clans. If not, there would not be any difference between two learners of same clan. In other words, the winner should not have pride for you are not defeating the expert of that clan. The loser should not give up. He should find out his weaknesses and work on them. It will help him a lot. If our elders are stubborn, our youngsters will find it difficult to behave. A good thing may become a bad one. It may also give rise to hostile feelings among different clans for a long time. This will give our people a wrong impression as to what martial arts is. For example, when Wing Chun and Choy Lay Fut Kung Fu have a match, the newspapers will publicise it to attract buyers. The propaganda will stir up hostile sentiments among the followers of the two clans. Misunderstanding will make it even more difficult to solve the difficult problem. Bruce always loved to behave mischievously. However, sometimes, however, he
would be very solemn. Ten years ago he had learnt Kung Fu for about a year at
that time. One day, one of his fellow learners named Ng had a quarrel with a
sifu name Li of another clan. This might have been the result of some
misunderstanding. Li had been a sifu for many years. I knew him too. I had met
him several times and sensed that he was a humble man. He would not cause any
trouble. After the quarrel, Li came back to our institute to get help. He wanted
a few men to help him. The first who reacted to this was Bruce. He wanted to go.
He said, "You don't have to take any action. Let me! I'll teach that fellow a
good lesson." As I stepped in, Bruce came up to me and said, "Leung, we'll have a match on
Saturday. This should be my turn." On Saturday morning, at about eight, Bruce and eight other youngsters arrived
at a deserted house beside the railway. They called that house "The House of the
Demons". Today it has become a garden. I followed them at a distance. There were
about twelve people practicing Kung Fu in the garden of the house. Bruce went up
and asked one of them, "Hey! Who is the one that wants to fight? Let me satisfy
your desire. Quick! We don't have much time." Li was embarrassed by Bruce's actions. When he saw me, he came over and
politely shook hands with me. He said, "Mr. Wong, have we done anything wrong?
Since we are friends, you can tell me frankly. I respect you and I don't want to
have any misunderstanding." This time it was me who was embarrassed. This was
because I had not agreed with this plan. Under these circumstances, to have a
good ending was not easy. As I was thinking for a solution, Bruce called out
loudly and said, "Leung please ask him to fight with me. Tonight I'll invite you
out to dinner." Apart from having good potential in him, he also paid attention to the use of machines in training himself Under my advice, he had made two steel bars to strengthen the power of his wrists. When he had time, he would train with his bars. This helped a lot in increasing his punching power. The things he practised every day included boxing, side kicks, wooden dummy and so on. When he had finished with all this, he would sit down and meditate on what he had done. He trained himself in this way for a long time. He did this even in the United States. He used to write and tell me his progress in his training. Unfortunately, I have not preserved these letters, so cannot publish them. I am really sorry about that. Before Bruce went to the United States, he wanted to learn Chinese Northern Kung Fu so that he could perform it on stage. In those days, many people organised these groups to perform in the United States. He thought that some people might invite him to perform too, and so he needed to learn it. On this matter, he asked for my opinion. Of course I agreed with him. He had
learnt Wing Chun for over two years, so he should be able to distinguish the
kind of Kung Fu that was practical. I said, "You should learn it as if you are
learning a dance, then it'll not disappoint you." When he first arrived in the States, he taught cha-cha, but more and more
people asked him to teach them Kung Fu. So he changed from teaching cha-cha to
teaching Kung Fu. For this, he had to train himself even harder. He always sent
me letters telling me his progress and achievement. He also asked me whether he
could defeat Cheung. He asked this question in his letters to Cheung too. These
questions were meaningless. It is because our greatest enemy is our own self. It
would be very good if we could improve every day, then is not necessary for us
to compare with other people. This was my answer to him. Later, from his words I
think he had learnt this principle. Nevertheless, he still took Cheung as his
imagined opponent. One month before he died, he still asked me the same
question.
The Death of Bruce Lee About two months before he died he gave me a 'phone call. He wanted to come to my institute and take some photographs. That was a Sunday. My family had stayed in the house for a week and they needed to go out for an excursion, so I refused his suggestion. Later I regretted this decision. We were old friends. At least I should have let him take some photographs, but now we will not be able to see each other. Although I did not let him come to my institute, I agreed to visit him in the afternoon. We exchanged our experiences and ideas about martial arts and compared our ideas. After this he left Hong Kong to settle his film business. When he came back, he called me up and wanted me to participate in the making of "The Game of Death". He had also invited me to the studio to attend a screen test. I did not promise to act in the film, yet I still went to attend the screen test to please him. I brought along a student named Wan on my trip to the studio. The light in the studio was much stronger than in Bruce's home. In the making of a scene, our eyes met. At once, I had an uncomfortable and unlucky feeling in me. His eyes showed something which was very familiar to me. I seemed to have seen that somewhere before. In the break time, he put on an expensive camera. The lens attachments made it a long thing. With his camera round his neck, he walked here and there boastfully. It might have been one of his ways to exhibit his manly appearance. The studio was stuffy. In the recess time, I went out to have a real rest. What I just saw in Bruce's eyes flowed up in my mind. Why did I feel familiar with that thing? Where had I seen that phenomenon? Finally I found the answer. I saw that phenomenon two months before my aunt passed away. Then I was still a small boy, but because my family had many doctors. I had also learnt some medical knowledge, and was more careful in observing physiological phenomena. I saw that the black and white Bruce's eyes were not clear. As I was thinking over these things, Bruce came out. I immediately asked him,
"Do you feel tired? I see that the colour of your eyes is different. Is it
because you have stayed in a foreign land for a long time?" He had just finished the making of ``Enter the Dragon" If you have seen that film, I think you will agree with my idea. In that film, his eyes are dull and dim. The look of his eyes in this film differs greatly with that of "The Big Boss." I really hoped that the dull look in his eyes was the result of overwork, but I was only explaining it away. I could not wipe away the unlucky feeling. Owing to the fact that his situation might get worse if he knew it, I did not tell him about it. About two or three months before he died, I had paid Bruce a visit. We discussed and compared the results of our researches on Kung Fu in Bruce's study while our wives were having a good chat outside. Firstly, he wanted to test the power of our punches. It might be because he wanted to know how old I was. He tested one time, and then repeated the procedure another time. He was still powerful, but not so powerful as he was a few years before. He was fitter before. It might have been because before he had a much more disciplined life, he did not have too many burdens and he was younger. Things were different later. He was famous. Changes occurred in every aspect of his life. Moreover, he had a better life. When a sportsman does not have enough practice and rest and only relies on vitamins and medicines to support him, his results will surely be no good. Bruce had lived such a kind of life for a long time. Although the electronic machine could help him in some ways, his mental and physical burdens were still great. After the test of our punching power, we compared our kicking power. In this comparison, of course, we had many things in common. Yet we still had some disagreement on certain points. I felt that he was not so good as before. After the kicking comparison, we still had not touched on the main issue. He then proposed to go downstairs to visit his training room. The equipment there was very modern. We then came to his garden where there was a ball which was used to train the punch. It was smaller than an American football and one of its ends was tied to a spring. The other end was tied to a nylon thread which was connected to the ground. When the ball was hit, it would spin and swing swiftly. Usually, its movement was in proportion to the force and speed of your punch. After he finished his practice with the ball, he asked me to try. Even though I did not hit accurately as he did, the difference was not too big. As this device was installed by him, certainly he would be more familiar with it and hit more accurately. It that was my first time in using the ball That I could have such a result was already very good. In fact, that was out of his expectation. My performance had shattered his dream of being a superman. Originally Bruce thought that I would not be able to hit the ball. After the trial, he understood that the difference among men was very small.
I always told him this, "If a man has the same size and physical power as you
have, even though he does not know Kung Fu, he will still be able to fight with
you. You will win because you have techniques. If you do not take yourself as a
superman, you will have a better and meaningful life otherwise, you will feel
lonely and cold." Bruce seemed to feel that I had been critical of him in almost everything,
but yet he was not able to argue with me. He changed the topic of our
discussion. He asked me whether there was any Wing Chun follower working in the
film world. According to my information. there was only one. He then asked me
about his Kung Fu. So I told him what I knew about that man. He was always so
interested in any new fighting star. Actually none could compare with him at
that time. As he was striking at the ball, he said, "Leung, let me tell you two
events which I have come across. One day, in the studio, I met an extra. When I
got close to him, he challenged the validity of my Kung Fu. I saw his pride. I
said, 'If I do not have real Kung Fu, I don't think you will have it. You are
stupid!' Then he challenged me to fight. I was very angry. I asked him to come
down to fight.. He asked, 'How should we play?' I answered, 'Fight. This is the
way we play.' With a shout, I kicked at his lower abdomen. I only used. a small
part of my energy, yet he did not know how to defend himself. He fell back
against the setting board. He then ran towards me. I kicked again, but this
time, I kicked at his chest. He was hurt. His looked bad. He did not make any
sound. Later, other fighting actors came. They wanted to bear him. So he
apologized for his fault. Seeing his appearance, I did not want to hurt him
again. I let him go. After a few days, as I ran along Waterloo Hill Road, I
passed by a construction site. This time a construction worker asked me whether
I would fight with him. So I jumped over a plank and stood before them. I asked
them, 'Who wants to fight?' However, no one answered, so I scolded them." In telling me these two events Bruce's aim was to prove that he would fight with anybody at any time. He was like a wounded beast. He did not have to care about any other thing. If a famous and rich man was normal, he would not behave in this way unless he had some hidden secrets. As Bruce had said, his children would not have to suffer poverty. He knew that he would die at an early age. No matter how he pretended or tried to cover up, his thoughts would show up in his words and attitude. In front of his close friend, it was certainly much more difficult to hide his real self. Among the lives of the people in the film world, Bruce's life can be regarded as a disciplined one. However, the way one dies and the place cannot be arranged. beforehand according to one's will. Many people have suggested different reasons for his death which blemish his good name. As a matter of fact, we cannot be too strict in this. If we are critical, then even Confucius will not be able to stand properly. We went upstairs to Bruce's room. We sat down. Bruce began to give his comments on the skill and acting of each fighting film stage. He asked my opinion too, but I seldom went to see martial arts movies. Therefore, I was not qualified to say anything. He had worked in this field for so many years, he should be much more familiar with these things than me. His comments were very objective and accurate. He had commented on people like Chen Sing, Jhoon Rhee, Jimmy Wang Yu, Wang Gia Ta and Tan Tao Liang. Apart from acting, Bruce mainly concentrated on his Kung Fu. He had also
explained how painstakingly he made his films. Very often, a few actions would
be shot for over 200 times before one was acceptable. Thus the popularity of his
films was no accident at all. When he finished his comments on the stars, he
turned to talk about his exclusive technique. He said, "Leung, my feet can kick
at any angle." Bruce stressed practicality. His performance struggled for power and beauty.
When I brought out this question of power or cultivation and properness, Bruce
smiled. He asked me, "Have you ever thought over other questions?" There may be some truth in his words. To him, an American boxing teacher,
exhibition of his power is unavoidable. Foreigners are practical. However, the
properness of boxing will not be grasped in a short time. We have to see things
from different angles. My judgment on him only represents my viewpoint. Clearly
I have neglected his environment and standpoint. His family has much to do with
show business. He naturally will pay more attention to the element of
performance. On the other hand, in his performance, he struggled for beauty and
power. However, in the aspect of properness, he had deviated. For example, he
used an unreasonable technique to tackle his opponent which was not good in Kung
Fu at all. It was because he had good speed and was prepared psychologically.
Therefore, his opponent was not able to resist him. Gradually this kind of
action might have become one of his habits. He then would have been trapped by
his own trick. Possibly he would take the unreasonable to be reasonable. Of
course, in our conversation, we had touched on this problem. He did not agree
with me on this point. He doubted my words. In the discussion, we had different viewpoints. Bruce emphasized
all-roundness. After a little rest, Bruce said, "Leung! Although we have differences, we
still have many things in common. For example, we both think that Kung Fu is a
kind of sport only. Would you like to make some movement?" His punch was swift and powerful. I had raised my hand in order to stop it,
and used my other hand to pierce towards his throat, but my chest was still hit.
As my fingers were half an inch from his throat, I stopped. We then both
stopped. Bruce said, "You want to hurt my knee? You are smart. Fortunately, I am
accustomed to this trick. OK. Let's try again." After that meeting, Bruce went to the States. One day before he died he gave
me a phone call. But now, we are separated forever. In 1970 Bruce Lee wrote a letter in Chinese to the author of this article, Wong Shun-Leung. The content is recorded as follow: Dear Shun-Leung, Jan. 11, 1970 It has been a long time since I last wrote to you. How are you? Alan Shaw's
letter from Canada asks me to lend you my 8mm film. I am sorry about that. It is
because I have lost it when I moved my home. That film is already very old and I
seldom use it, so I have lost it. I am sorry for it. Now I have bought a house
in Bel-Air. It is about half an acre. There are many trees. It has the taste of
a range. It is located on a hill top near Beverly Hills. Moreover, besides my
son Brandon, I have had a daughter, Shannon, who is seven months old now. Have
you re-married ? Please send my regards to your sisters. Recently, I have
organised a film production company. I have also written a story "The Silent
Flute". James Coburn and I will act in it. Stirling Silliphant is the
screen-play writer. He is a famous screen-play writer (In the Heat of the
Night). We plan to make the first fighting film in Hollywood. The prospect is
good. About six months later, the filming work will begin. All who participate
in this film are my followers. In the future, Steve McQueen may also work
together with me. Bruce Lee.
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