I'm really good at this.

In his own home in Los Angeles, Zhang Hong looked on with a puzzled expression.

"Dad? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Zhang Hao's voice was low on the phone: "Son, are you serious?"

"Of course I was just joking." Zhang Hong laughed first, then his expression turned serious. "Actually, I already have a goal, but I can't say it yet, we're still too far from it."

"Who is it?"

Zhang Hao had an exceptionally strong intuition; he keenly noticed that... his son seemed to be in heat.

"Never mind who it is, it's definitely over now." Zhang Hong quickly changed the subject. "Dad, Mom and I should stop working and come back. I've earned several hundred thousand. Even after deducting the studio's expenses, we can still have a hundred thousand left for now."

Although I can barely afford the down payment on the house, there's no need to rush into buying it now. This money should ease your burden considerably, so don't worry about my house. If I can earn 800,000 this time, I'll naturally earn more next time.

Zhang Hao's feelings were complicated.

He was pleased with his son's maturity and care, but he also wondered... whether his son truly liked this industry.

"Don't rush into that, son. Tell me the truth, is filming tiring?"

"I'm exhausted! I'm practically dead from exhaustion! Filming day and night, often staying up all night and running around everywhere, I don't even get to eat properly! How can I not be tired!"

That's an exaggeration.

During filming, he stayed in five-star hotels every day, and all his meals were prepared by a master chef. He even had special meals prepared for him.

He even gained three pounds after filming.

But that's just how people are.

When you're not doing well, you swallow all your grievances and only tell your parents the relaxed side so they won't worry.

But once you've made a name for yourself, you'll start complaining and reminiscing about the past.

Zhang Hao remained silent.

My son is so tired.

Even though it was so hard, he still tried his best to make good TV dramas, act in them himself, and write songs.

He really likes the entertainment industry, doesn't he?

"Son, would you like to be a director?"

He's made up his mind!

If his son says he likes it, then he will fully support his son's idea!

Want to make a TV series? I'll just throw you a billion-dollar budget and make it!

Celebrities? Which actor do you want to play? I'll bring them all to you! Whether it's Hollywood, Bollywood, or whatever, they're not qualified to let you choose unless they're national first-class actors!

After I finish filming, I'll beat you up across the entire internet!

Want to write songs? I'll make a music variety show just for you!

A diverse selection of songwriting geniuses and top singers! Choose from our best!

Even if you want to find 108 singers to sing nursery rhymes together, Dad will find a way to make it happen for you!

Making a movie?

Let's start with a budget of 5 billion! If that's not enough, add another 5 billion!

We'll bring you all the world's top movie actors!

Forget about American, Japanese, Korean, or domestic actresses! If you want, I'll find them to play a foot-washing maid in your movie!

Come on, son! Speak up!

"Actually... I don't really like it." Zhang Hong thought for a moment and replied, "Or rather, I kind of dislike it."

He still doesn't know what he has given up.

He gave up the opportunity to engage in group sex with all the beautiful female celebrities in the world!

Now it was Zhang Hao's turn to be confused: "Then how come you...?"

Then why do you keep filming TV dramas even though you're tired?

Although the son didn't say anything, the expenses of the studio and so on... running a studio, isn't it just a plan to continue in this industry?

"Because we need to make money, Dad."

He lit a cigarette, and as the smoke drifted out the window, a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Dad, in the past, I didn't have any skills, and I didn't know what I wanted. I just drifted along aimlessly for more than 20 years."

But now I've discovered that I do have talent, and that talent lies in the entertainment industry. Although I don't like the entertainment industry, my talent won't allow me to continue living a mediocre life.

And this really can make money. If I can earn 800,000, then naturally I can earn a second or third 800,000.

I don't want you and Mom to be working outside in your fifties just to save up for my down payment on a house.

I want to eat without looking at the price, buy clothes only based on whether I like them, drive a nice car, live in a big house, and not have to climb stairs with you. I want to find a beautiful, elegant, well-proportioned, and kind girl to be my life partner.

These things, which were just fantasies to me in the past, I now see hope of realizing.

Zhang Hao was deeply shocked.

He never knew what his son wanted.

So this is what he was thinking?

Zhang Hao's eyes were a little red.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to lay his cards on the table: "Son, I need to tell you something. You'd better find a place to sit down right now, or I'm afraid your legs will give way."

Zhang Hong laughed: "Could it be that I actually have a fiancée? She's incredibly beautiful and comes from a very wealthy and influential family? And you're telling me she's coming back to me now?"

"No, we don't have that."

"I knew it, how could something like that be possible..."

"But your dad is incredibly wealthy. Your mom and I don't work. The cheapest clothes I wear now start at five figures. The suits I wear when I go out are all custom-made. The cheapest cars in my garage are a Rolls-Royce and a Maybach. My office is 500 square meters, and the decorations are all made of two-ton Phoebe zhennan wood."

Zhang Hong was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Dad, I didn't expect you to like celebrating Western holidays too. Today isn't April Fool's Day."

Zhang Hao said with extreme seriousness, "I'm not joking."

Zhang Hong said helplessly, "Okay, then where did your family's wealth come from? When I was a child, my family was poor. After you and my mother went out to work, I was a left-behind child for several years."

"It was passed down from your grandfather," Zhang Hao told the truth. "Back then, your father was fertilizing the fields when your grandfather called me back and said he wanted me to inherit a group worth tens of billions. Over the past twenty years, through my various maneuvers, our family group is now worth over a trillion, though I don't remember the exact figure."

Zhang Hong: "..."

Did this old man take the wrong medicine?

Zhang Hong: "Dad, did Mom say something to you again? Don't upset her!"

Zhang Hao: "I'm perfectly normal!"

Zhang Hong flicked a piece of ash, more than an inch long, into the ashtray, and even picked his nose: "Okay, so how did you do it?"

"I swept up all the stocks that were plummeting south in the stock market, and sent people to Africa to sell mobile phones, mine in Africa, and invest in all kinds of high technology, such as materials, biology, nuclear fusion, aerospace and other random things. Basically, I invested in whatever was worthless, and all of these took off. I was also baffled by it."

"..." Zhang Hong was certain his father was truly drunk. "Dad, do you think I haven't seen movies or read novels before?"

This pacing is clearly reminiscent of "Brewster's Millions," "Hello Mr. Billionaire," and "Becoming the Richest Man by Losing Money Starting with a Game"!

He had seen it all in his previous life.

Zhang Hao panicked: "Why would I lie to you! If you don't believe me, come find me tomorrow! I'll show you around my 500-square-meter office!"

"Come on, I can't find your name or Mom's name on the encyclopedia, stop joking." Zhang Hong laughed, then became very serious. "Dad, thank you, I know you don't want me to feel too much pressure."

However, I am truly talented in acting. You have to believe me, your son will definitely make a lot of money so that you and Mom can live a good life. Once I've made money, I'll bring you two back.

I'm currently in talks with a company that wants to produce a TV series to promote their business. If this goes through, our family will be completely financially independent, and you two can travel the world without any problem.

"That's it, Dad, I'll hang up now. You should get some rest too."

"Hey! Son! You have to believe me! I'm really rich! A 500-square-meter office! A two-ton golden nanmu wood ornament! Feed me? Feed me, feed me?! Son!!!"

But the call had already been disconnected.

The phone fell onto the high-end handmade carpet, and Zhang Hao collapsed onto the sofa.

He felt that the world was too malicious towards him.

He only wanted to farm properly, but he was forced to inherit the family property and give up all the joys and sorrows of life.

He wanted to squander his fortune, but his employees betrayed him one by one, causing his assets to grow larger and larger.

I told my son the truth, but he still doesn't believe me!

We can't really kidnap him and bring him to the company!

However, he could also see that his son really didn't like the entertainment industry.

But why doesn't he believe in himself?

Zhang Hao couldn't help but want to transfer five million to him first.

At the door, Liu Yan, who had appeared out of nowhere, was holding a cup of tea and smiled. "Actually, son, you already have a goal, don't you? The reason you resisted Dad letting you inherit the company was because you felt it wasn't based on your own abilities. You thought farming was where you could utilize your talents."

This is what my son is like now. He thinks he has the talent to be a director, so he wants to be self-reliant, but he can't make good films just to make money.

"Let him make GG films... then public opinion won't be optimistic about it, and then when he's down on his luck, we can just invest in him to make TV series or movies, and then he can unleash his talent."

If you don't have talent, then look for it on other paths.

Okay, it's definitely not that Liu Yan wanted to watch her son's dramas.

Zhang Hao turned off the mobile banking app; he had been persuaded by his wife.

Recalling what his son had just told him about the hardships of filming, Zhang Hao made up his mind.

He dialed his secretary's number.

"Find out which company Zhang Hong, the director of 'Clouds Fall into the Mortal World,' will be contacting next. Once you find out, buy that company for me. I need the results within five minutes."

Five minutes later—

The phone rang back.

Zhang Hao answered the phone.

"What? Can't buy it? Which company? China Heavy Industries? Okay, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Hao frowned.

He knew Huaxia Heavy Industry; it was a very famous company.

The cranes, gantry cranes, heavy-duty trucks, high-speed rail and rocket materials produced by this company are all considered national strategic assets.

This kind of company is impossible to acquire.

"What should we do...? Should we think of a way to make our son's film fail?"

After a moment's thought, Zhang Hao made a decision.

He wants to ruin his son's GG film!

Even if the shoot doesn't fail, I want to ruin my reputation and make no money afterwards!

If he doesn't make money, his son will think he has no talent for directing! Then I'll take advantage of his weakness!

Since he doesn't think his family could be that rich, then just show a tiny bit of the iceberg to make him think his family is only moderately wealthy!

After that, once our son finds something he enjoys doing, his mother and I will fully support him!

If we learn from our past mistakes, we definitely won't fail this time!

Quite expensive!

Zhang Hao felt confident that he had secured his position this time!

P.S.: Daily request for votes 2/2!

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