I'm really good at this.

The next morning, Zhang Hong drove off in his newly purchased Jinbei van.

It's not that I don't want to buy a nice car.

The main problem is that he only earned 800,000 yuan. If he asked Lin Chuan or Lin Muqing to lend him money, they would definitely lend it to him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

It's not that I'm shy, it's just that I find it hard to ask questions, and I don't want to owe anyone money.

He's someone who never even opened a credit card in his past life, and never used Alipay or Huabei. Unless he has an emergency and needs money urgently, he would never ask to borrow money.

800,000 can indeed buy a pretty good car.

At the very least, cars from BBA (BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Audi) costing 400,000 to 500,000 yuan should be fine.

However, in his view, it's best to buy a car with ease; forcing yourself to buy one will only lower your quality of life.

Besides, he needs to save money to buy a house, and he can't afford to buy himself a nice car until the house is bought and renovated.

Besides, the group of leaders who came up the mountain to work in the studio are just eating for free every day. It's unreasonable for Zhang Hong to bring them in but not care about their food and drink.

He originally didn't even want to buy a car.

He paid part of the money for the car himself, and the company also contributed some funds to make up the difference.

The Jinbei is all about size, so it can hold a lot of people.

Zhang Hong has a phobia of the Buick GL8, that kind of mobile coffin.

After driving for more than an hour to reach the North Suburb Airport, and waiting for another half hour, he saw someone pushing a wheelchair to bring out Grandpa Liang.

Zhang Hong quickly went to greet him.

Upon seeing Zhang Hong approach, the old man turned around and instructed the man to go back. Then, Zhang Hong pushed him into the back seat of the Jinbei van.

After starting the car, instead of heading home, I went to find a restaurant to eat first.

On the way, Zhang Hong asked in confusion, "Grandpa, what are you doing coming all the way from Shenzhen to Luoyang? If you need anything, just say the word and I'll be there. You're getting old and your legs aren't as strong as they used to be. If something happens to you, your son could hang me on a gantry crane and throw me out to sea."

The old man was silent for a moment, then asked, "Xiao Hong, tell me the truth, do you really like that giant, humanoid, artificially piloted robot?"

Zhang Hong replied matter-of-factly, "I like it."

"You really didn't say that just to make this old man happy?"

"No, really. What man wouldn't like a robot?"

What man doesn't love piloting a Gundam?

Even if we don't talk about Gundam, I like excavators!

Every time Zhang Hong passed by the construction site, he would see a crowd of people watching the excavators at work.

The larger the machine, the more people will look at it.

Even the large gantry cranes at the seaside port have become tourist attractions.

"Ah... youth is truly wonderful," the old man simply sighed.

Zhang Hong, a former ordinary office worker who is good at reading people, could tell that the old man had something on his mind, but he just smiled and said, "Let's order and eat first, old man. We can talk about it later. I'm very discreet. You can tell me anything you can't tell anyone else."

He paused, then joked, "But don't come to me if you're looking for something like 'the golden years of old age,' I'm a bit of a scaredy-cat and can't stand hearing about that kind of thing."

"What does that have to do with you, kid?" The old man laughed.

Although the old woman knew the child was just trying to amuse her, she could still sense the child's kindness.

So he accepted the favor.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, we found a private room.

Holding the unfolded menu, Zhang Hong turned and asked, "Grandpa, would you like to try our local specialty, the Water Banquet? Eight cold dishes and sixteen hot dishes—guaranteed to fill you up."

"Stop messing around, can the two of us finish all that food?" The old man chuckled. "Do you think I've never eaten a water banquet before? I ate it decades ago when I came to inspect with a high-ranking leader. Back then, I didn't know anything and thought it was like in the South, where each dish was served in a small bowl."

Who knew that each dish at your water banquet would be served in a huge bowl! The whole water banquet was meant for more than ten people, but the two of us ate until our stomachs were bursting and still couldn't finish it.

Later, not wanting to waste food, we called over the security guards to help us finish it.

He still remembers the big boss's surprised expression when the first dish was served, the helpless expression when he said "Here we go again" in the middle, and the despair when he said "Here we go again" at the end.

"Hehe..." Zhang Hong chuckled mischievously, without arguing. "Then let's have a bowl of bird's nest soup, a plate of crispy pork, a sweet and sour pork, and finally, a braised carp with scallions. Okay, that's all."

While waiting for the food to be served, the two started chatting.

At this moment, Zhang Hongcai asked, "Old man, what exactly made you make this special trip?"

The moment this was mentioned, the old man's face darkened instantly.

After a long pause, he finally said, "It's all because of my son."

Zhang Hong's spirits lifted upon hearing this.

Oh ho? Gossip about the boss of Huaxia Heavy Industry? If you're going to talk about this, then I'm wide awake!

"Sir, if it's convenient, please chat with me. I may not have many other skills, but I'm quite good at listening to stories. However, if you feel it's inappropriate, then please don't say anything."

Zhang Hong could tell that the old man just wanted someone to confide in.

At times like this, you just need to look at him and listen to what he has to say, and then occasionally respond with a "hmm," "and then," or "what happens next?"

Sure enough, the old man spilled the beans about what happened last night.

After saying that, he sighed, "That kid's got a money-grubbing streak. He couldn't make it back to see his mother one last time because he was on a business trip abroad..."

Zhang Hong smacked his lips.

Actually, he didn't think Liang Luo was unfilial.

It's hard to say that someone who's willing to spend hundreds of millions just to make you happy is unfilial.

It can only be said that there was a lack of communication between the father and son, and the old man had a mental illness and something he hadn't said.

"Grandpa, if I'm not mistaken... what you really care about isn't this, but rather the development of China Heavy Industries, right?"

Grandpa Liang didn't say anything.

Zhang Hong knew exactly what was going on.

It's quite obvious that the old man still has a childlike heart, or rather, his lifelong dream is to witness the birth of a large, humanoid, humanoid robot.

Although the reason is quite funny, it is actually the driving force behind his continuous efforts.

In other words, this is "a dream from one's youth".

How many people dedicate their lives to a seemingly unrealistic dream they had when they were young?

Was nuclear bomb a distant dream decades ago?

Back in the 1980s, when General Liu visited the aircraft carrier of the United States across the sea, the way he stood on tiptoe and craned his neck to see it was heartbreaking.

In the early 2000s, people online were discussing how many J-8s it would take to stop an F-22.

If they dare not dream, it is not because of a seemingly unattainable dream that they strive for their entire lives.

Before Zhang Hong's time travel, how could China possibly possess nuclear weapons? How could it possibly have its own aircraft carrier? How could it possibly have a Ribbon Princess?

The same applies to the world.

The country invests so much money every year in developing manned spaceflight, which seems so far away, just so that future generations can have the opportunity to see the end of the universe.

There's also nuclear fusion.

This is not something that can be accomplished in one or two generations, but in the very beginning, wasn't it all because of a seemingly unattainable dream?

The old man was stunned.

After a long pause, he shook his head with a wry smile: "Yes, that's exactly it."

"Xiao Hong, do you know how Huaxia Heavy Industry came about?"

Zhang Hong honestly replied, "According to the information I found, Huaxia Heavy Industry was founded by your grandfather, Mr. Liang Yu. And I heard that it started by making bicycles."

"Yes, it all started with bicycles. That was in 1915, when my father was only five years old." Grandpa Liang took a scroll out of his bag and handed it to Zhang Hong. "This is where it all began."

Zhang Hong solemnly accepted the scroll and then carefully unrolled it.

On the yellowed paper that tells the story of an era, there is a row of humanoid robots, with various settings written next to them.

There are four such robots in total.

It's clear that these robots are all of the same lineage.

"It all started with these robots." Old Master Liang took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and continued, "My grandfather was a worker at the national bicycle manufacturing plant. At that time, there was a war outside, and his father also died in the war."

He thought, if there were such large robots, and someone inside to control them, wouldn't it be possible to protect more people? So he spent several months at home assembling a robot model that was over two meters tall using various bicycle parts.

My father developed a love for robots from the time he spent with my grandfather every day, influenced by what he saw and heard.

"Later, my grandfather felt that he wouldn't live to see it, but he read a science fiction novel that said that in the future there would be all kinds of robots to help people handle things and fight wars, so that fewer people would die. So he quit his job, sold his house, and started Huaxia Heavy Industry, which was then called Little Bird Bicycle Factory."

Birds can fly, so they represent hopes for the future.

"This dream has been passed down from generation to generation. When I was little, my father often took me to the factory, and we even assembled a robot that was almost three meters tall, which was modified from an excavator. I fell in love with it at that time."

"Later, when Liang Luo was almost ten years old, I did the same thing."

Recalling the past, the old man smiled happily: "Back then, he also became interested in robots, just like you did when we met that day. At home, he would often stay in the bathroom by himself for half an hour, and when his mother scolded him, he didn't take it seriously."

And when I peeked, I saw him sitting on the toilet, his hands constantly mimicking the feeling of driving, while he was making "BIABIABIA" noises.

"Because of his interest, he later studied mechanical manufacturing. I was quite happy at the time, and after he graduated, I arranged for him to go into the factory to work on the front line and get in touch with various equipment."

At this point, the old man's mood gradually sombered: "He was indeed outstanding, and later he took over my job through his own abilities, but he changed. He said that giant, humanoid, artificially piloted robots and such were just childhood fantasies, and that such things had no practical value in reality."

He didn't say anything more, but Zhang Hong understood.

It just means people grow up.

Then, since they studied this major and are in this industry every day, they naturally understand that giant robots and the like are indeed not practical.

Therefore, from a pragmatic perspective, Liang Luo buried all of this in her childhood and chose to become a mature and rational adult.

The subsequent development of Huaxia Heavy Industry indeed proved that his choice was correct.

Large tunnel boring machines, large transport ships, rockets with high-temperature and low-temperature resistant materials, high-speed rail, subways, giant gantry cranes, super heavy-duty mining trucks, artificial intelligence, and remotely controlled intelligent excavators, and so on.

All of this proves that his choice was correct.

But all of this destroyed the family's dream of continuing for three generations, as well as the original intention of establishing the company.

No, that's not what Grandpa Liang cares about.

What he cares about is his own childhood, and the time he spent with his son when he was a father.

And then there's the son's long-forgotten original aspirations.

What he misses is the father-son relationship of the past.

"I understand completely now." Zhang Hong knew what to do. "Mr. Liang, if I may ask, what is your bottom line regarding the budget if this TV series is to be produced in a chaotic manner?"

"One billion." Old Master Liang Tian didn't hesitate at all. "As long as it can help him rediscover his original aspirations, one billion is no problem."

Zhang Hong opened his mouth, but found himself unable to speak.

One billion?

This... is definitely something you can't earn back.

Moreover, if it were made into a TV series, even twenty episodes would be fine.

A TV series with a cost of 50 million per episode?

Who the hell has ever seen anything like this before?!

That's enough to make ten movies with a budget of over 100 million!

Is a billion dollars worth it just for the sake of the father-son relationship and past dreams?

Zhang Hong didn't think about it, because he had already gotten the answer from the old man's eyes.

worth!

That's really crazy...

Zhang Hong grinned: "I'll take this job!"

It's just a billion-dollar TV series!

There's nothing that I, the genius director Zhang Hong, can't film!

Rather than those poorly made TV dramas that defy common sense, he'd rather go crazy with this old man!

"However, sir, in order to achieve your goal, you'll have to cooperate with me."

Grandpa Liang asked疑惑地问道：“How do we cooperate?”

Zhang Hong grinned wickedly and whispered, "Just do it like this, and then like this..."

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Don't worry, the 1 billion is something I've already planned for.

I want to tell stories, not just show off, even though that would get me better grades.

This project had a budget of one billion, so the budget for the next TV series will have to be less than one million, hehe...

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