*Chapter 240: Tour Plan*

"Richard, how long will it take to finish filming this movie?" Andy asked over the phone.

"If everything goes smoothly, we can wrap up by mid-August. If not, we might have to push it to September," Richard replied, scratching his forehead and taking a sip of water.

"Alright, to be on the safe side, how about we schedule the matches for mid-September and October? You'll need some time to train before the fight," Andy suggested.

"That works, but won't delaying the match reduce the fans' anticipation?" Richard asked after a moment's thought.

"Not at all. The earlier promotions were just teasers to build anticipation. As the match approaches, we'll ramp up the promotion, aiming to turn this fight into a major sporting event. We're currently in talks with TV networks and event organizers to finalize the details.

Several sports planning companies have proposed that while your influence is top-tier domestically, internationally, your impact is still somewhat limited. It doesn't quite match your fame in the film industry. So, they suggested turning this fight into a tour. What do you think?" Andy explained.

"A tour?" Richard raised an eyebrow. "Like a singer's tour?"

"Exactly! You've fought in London and Berlin before, but not in other major international cities. You have a lot of fans abroad, and there's a vast market overseas. If we set up matches in major cities across Europe, America, and Asia, your fame would skyrocket, and your influence would extend globally. You'd become a true international superstar. But there's one condition—you have to win. If you lose, you'd be paving the way for someone else," Andy warned.

Richard nodded, "That sounds like a good plan, but will the promotion be able to keep up if we're moving to a new city every week?"

"No worries. Many foreign sports promotion companies are eager to collaborate with us. With multiple partners working together, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Alright, I'll leave it all in your hands," Richard agreed.

After a few more exchanges, Richard hung up the phone. He pondered over the upcoming matches and the ongoing filming, feeling the weight of the pressure. Filming was exhausting, and training was equally draining. He had no choice but to push through, promising himself a few extra days off next year.

"Mr. Brad, we're ready to resume filming," the director's assistant reminded him.

"Got it!" Richard handed his phone to Anna and walked onto the set to continue shooting.

The male lead, after losing his memory, felt irritable and uneasy, but gradually calmed down with the crew members' and doctor's reassurance.

"What's this? Did you tie this knot?" Doctor Vicente held up a rope with a complex knot. "Are you starting to regain your memory?"

"No, not yet. There's nothing special about this knot. I just saw the rope and tied it randomly," Bourne waved dismissively, with a hint of irritation in his voice. "Just like I can read, write, do arithmetic, brew coffee, and shuffle a deck of cards."

"Yes, yes, your memory will definitely return," the doctor said.

"No, it won't. Damn it, that's the problem. I've been going through this crap for two weeks now," Bourne shouted angrily. He picked up the newspapers and documents on the table and threw them against the wall. "These useless papers don't help at all. I have no idea what I'm supposed to be looking for!"

The doctor glanced at him. "You need more rest. Your memory will come back."

"And if it doesn't? What then?" Bourne looked out of the cabin. "Tomorrow we’ll dock, and I don't even have a name."

"Cut! No, let's do it again!" Director Liman shouted.

Richard nodded, took a moment to prepare, and began reshooting the scene.

From the moment Bourne was rescued on the boat to when he disembarked at the port, there were eight scenes in total. If everything went smoothly, it could have been completed in less than three days, but the crew spent a week on the boat. The first scene alone took nearly two days, the second half a day, and the third another half day. Each shot was challenging, testing both the actors and the crew.

However, things gradually improved. What initially seemed like an uphill battle turned into smoother progress in the later scenes. On the last day, they completed three scenes, reaching the normal pace of the crew's shooting schedule. This was a good sign, and Richard breathed a sigh of relief. Even though no one said anything, it felt terrible to be the one holding everyone back—it was like being the weak link.

After finishing the boat scenes, the crew moved to Switzerland for the next phase of filming.

In one scene, the doctor extracts a small object from the main character's skin, revealing the name of a Swiss bank in Zurich and a bank account number.

To uncover his identity, Bourne takes a train to Switzerland. However, without any identification, he has no choice but to sleep on a park bench at night.

"Hey, wake up!"

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At night, Byrne was sleeping on a bench when two patrol officers came over and shone their flashlight in his eyes.

"Can't you read the signs? No overnight stays here."

"Get up, quickly!" the two patrol officers shouted.

Byrne shielded his eyes from the light and slowly sat up. "I understand."

"Show us your ID!" one of the officers said as he turned off the flashlight.

"I don't have any ID," Byrne said, rubbing his forehead, speaking in German, "I lost it."

"Alright, hands up, and come with us," the officer shouted.

"I just wanted to sleep here for a bit," Byrne shook his head.

"Hurry up!" The officer jabbed him with a baton.

Byrne immediately fought back, grabbing the baton and striking the other officer in the stomach. With a swift move, he twisted and hit the officer on the back of the head, knocking him out. The other officer hurriedly reached for his gun, but Byrne swung the baton and struck him on the neck, disarming him and knocking him out as well.

The entire sequence was executed cleanly and smoothly, looking very cool.

"Cut!"

"Let's redo the final action scene, and this time, don't make the moves too fast," Director Lehman shouted.

Richard helped the two officers up, and they reshot the scene. This action sequence had been designed by him in collaboration with the stunt team, combining boxing and combat techniques to match his strengths, making the moves look powerful and intense.

He had rehearsed this scene many times before shooting, and it only took two takes to get it right.

After finishing the shoot that night, Richard returned to the hotel where the crew was staying, near Lake Zurich, with a view of the Alps to the south through the window.

Back at the hotel, Richard took a shower. Checking the time, he saw it was still daytime in the U.S., so he made a few phone calls, chatting with Ms. Bündchen about work.

Ms. Bündchen was collaborating with Chanel, preparing to launch a personal brand, similar to Richard’s sportswear brand project.

Ms. Bündchen had been doing well in recent years, securing endorsements for five out of the six top luxury brands. Last year, she ranked third in personal income on models.com.

"Dear, do you need any investment? I can offer you some support," Richard asked over the phone.

"Hasn't most of your money gone into stocks? Do you still have money to invest in my small business?" Ms. Bündchen laughed.

"Of course, my money is inexhaustible. Earnings from films, bonuses, stock dividends—it's a continuous stream. I may not have hundreds of millions, but I do have a few million."

"A few million is too much. For a startup brand, we don't need that much investment. I plan to invest five million in acquiring a clothing factory in Brazil. Labor is cheap there, and there are many factories, so outsourcing production is cost-effective. If you're interested, you could invest a bit too."

"How much can I invest?" Richard asked, laughing as he lay on the bed.

"One million. Spending a few million to build a factory is considered a big factory in Brazil."

"Only one million? Alright, I'll have Ellie contact you."

"When will you finish shooting the movie?"

"Probably in two more months. I'll be in Zurich for the next two weeks. If you have time, you could come over, and we could take a trip to the Alps."

"Em~, sure, I have some time recently."

"That's great! When will you come over?"

"Haha, I won't tell you yet. I'll surprise you when I get there," Ms. Bündchen laughed.

"Alright, hurry up, I miss you!"

Richard kissed the phone and hung up.

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(End of Chapter)