I'm really good at this.

"Just kidding. Let's go with those three you mentioned. That way we can develop different types of Gundam for future use. And by the way, remember to put the Chinese characters for 'Gundam' at the top of the settings and write the English characters in small print at the bottom."

After all, it's a "community of shared future for mankind" led by China in the future, so there's nothing wrong with that.

Zhang Hong patted Wang Ye on the shoulder, looked around, and solemnly said, "Comrades, this is our first task after our mountain stronghold's gathering, and it's a big one right off the bat! So everyone must be extremely cautious! And then... please give full play to your talents!"

These people are all very important.

If we divide it into Earth and colonies, the clothing, architectural style, and even the style of the mobile suits all need to be designed by Sun Yue, a former panda keeper and current prop master.

The action design for the Mobile Suit Gundam series will also be entirely handed over to Huang Xicheng, a veteran action director from Wudang Mountain.

Li Shanqi's job as a photographer is not easy either. Considering the ratio of large robots to humans, he has to lead the photography, post-production, and special effects departments to coordinate with venues with full-size green screens.

On the contrary, Zhang Hong and Grandpa Liang became more relaxed.

After all, the script mainly focuses on the grand scale of the scenes and the mecha.

The plot can actually be applied to reality; Wang Ye's worldview and background design are enough to guarantee the tension of the plot and various subsequent expansions—if there are any.

Liang Tian was also very excited.

However, he wasn't excited that the show was about to start filming; rather, this scene reminded him of when Liang Luo was a child, when he was helping him make robot models.

"Xiao Hong, what's our next step?"

The old man was full of expectations.

The feeling of hanging out with young people made him feel young again.

My blood is boiling.

"Grandpa, please calm down. You're so old, I'm afraid your blood vessels won't be able to handle it if you get too worked up." Letting Wang Ye and the others continue their discussion, Zhang Hong pushed the old man aside for a private chat. "To be honest, of course this film needs to be well-made, but to achieve your goal, this alone is not enough. We need to deal with your son in a comprehensive and multi-dimensional way."

The old man started to get sentimental: "It's not my son, it's an old friend of mine, his son..."

Zhang Hong smiled and nodded: "I understand."

This old man is really getting confused with age.

He had told me himself that it was his son.

It's understandable for an elderly person.

"Xiao Hong, do you have any ideas? Should I call them now and say what you told me this morning?"

On their way here in the morning, the two of them refined the terrible idea Zhang Hong had suggested over the phone the night before.

What a terrible idea!

Feigning illness.

Zhang Hong had already figured it out from what Grandpa Liang said.

In fact, the president of Huaxia Heavy Industry was not unfilial; on the contrary, he wanted to be filial, but he used the wrong methods.

Just like that classic line parents say to their children, "I'm doing this for your own good."

He gave his father what he considered filial piety, but he didn't understand what his father wanted.

But this can't be said directly, because he wouldn't understand it.

Unless he rediscovers his original aspirations.

Therefore, the first step requires Grandpa Liang Tian to feign illness and cooperate.

It wasn't just a simple case of feigning illness; they wanted to find a trustworthy doctor to tell Liang Luo that the old man was sick.

However, when Liang Luo wanted to take the old man to see a doctor, the old man refused to go no matter what, insisting on finishing filming the project.

Finally, the father and son watched it together, recreating the atmosphere from back then.

We will strive to help Liang Luo rediscover her original aspirations.

But having the old man alone is not enough, which is why we need the second step of the plan now.

Zhang Hong stroked his chin: "Grandpa, you have a grandson, right?"

The old man was puzzled: "Yes, there is one. Liang Luo had a child late in life, and that child is only thirteen years old now, in the first year of high school."

Zhang Hong was shocked: "Thirteen years old and already in the first year of high school?!"

When I was thirteen, was I in the first or second year of junior high school?

"Yes, that's right." The old man didn't understand why Zhang Hong was so surprised. "Is there a problem? Isn't it normal to start high school at thirteen? I graduated from university when I was eighteen. Liang Luo finished his doctoral dissertation when he was twenty-two."

It seems that in the old man's view, it was a very normal thing for his juniors to start high school at the age of thirteen.

Zhang Hong recalled his past life.

I think I was either in the first or second year of junior high school when I was thirteen.

At eighteen, I was complacent because I had passed the second-tier university entrance exam, and I spent my days indulging in games, novels, and anime.

At the age of twenty-two, I had just graduated from university and entered society when I began to be brutally beaten.

Comparing yourself to others is truly infuriating.

Scratching his head, Zhang Hong skipped the topic: "Does your grandson like these large robots? Or does he like robots at all? Or to put it more simply, is he interested in mechanical things?"

By the way, what's your grandson's name?

"Liang Ya, we named him that hoping he wouldn't become too complacent in the future, and that he would understand the saying 'there's always someone better,'" Old Master Liang said casually. "He'll definitely enjoy things related to mechanics..."

He hesitated.

So, does his grandson actually like these things?

Judging from his usual behavior, it seems like he likes it... right?

Seeing the old man hesitate, Zhang Hong smiled and said, "It seems his parents are too busy with work to pay much attention to his hobbies."

That's a very tactful way of putting it.

Liang Tian smiled wryly and said, "No, it's true that we haven't paid enough attention to him. This child has been smart since he was little and does well in his studies, but he didn't skip many grades. Moreover, he is usually very well-behaved at home, doesn't make a fuss or like to talk, and just sits quietly reading. He is quite interested when we talk to him about various machines, and he learns them quickly."

You wouldn't believe it, this child could assemble integrated circuit boards by himself when he was only five years old.

The last sentence clearly carried a sense of pride and boasting.

But Zhang Hong still asked, "So, does he like it or not?"

Liang Tian fell silent.

Zhang Hong, a keen observer and former ordinary office worker, has already figured it out completely.

He smiled and said, "Grandpa, you should rest for a while and supervise their work. Then give me your grandson's contact information and tell him I'll go talk to him."

After stretching his limbs, Zhang Hong raised an eyebrow and said, "It seems that not only do you and your son have a generation gap, but your son and your grandson also have one."

However, the name is quite interesting.

The father's name is Liang Luo, and the son's name is Liang Ya.

Amuro and Char?

It's truly fate, so wonderful!

The old man said in a low voice, "Xiao Hong, I'm entrusting this to you."

"It's nothing, it's only natural. After all, it's a billion-dollar investment, and I can make a good profit from it." Zhang Hong shrugged and chuckled.

Who would have thought that a genius TV drama director would have to help others solve their family problems?

But there's no way around it; you take someone's money and have to solve their problems.

And although he didn't want to admit it, Zhang Hong... felt quite happy.

With a wave of his hand, Zhang Hong left the old man with only a dashing back view: "Leave this matter to me, just watch."

Liang Tian didn't speak, but just quietly watched his back.

Sunlight streamed through the glass of the two-story building, casting dappled shadows on Liang Tian.

After a long while, in the room where only one person was present, someone sighed softly, "Xiao Hong, thank you..."

............

At Shanghai High School, during the lunch break, Su Xiaoyue, who had just changed seats and was sitting in the third row by the window, was resting her chin on her hand, watching the basketball boys on the playground with a sense of boredom.

Sure enough, they were all just kids.

She found it even more boring.

Suddenly, someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"Yueyue, do you still miss your brother Zhang Hong?"

Su Xiaoyue didn't even turn her head, and said indifferently, "No, I'm just bored."

I already know everything the teacher is talking about, so it's very boring.

The internet is still full of news praising Zhang Hong and keyboard warriors stirring up trouble, which is very boring.

There's no information about Zhang Hongge, so it's very boring.

Gu Yan sat down across from her desk and, mimicking her gesture, rested her chin on her hand: "Yeah, it's a shame that someone so handsome isn't an actor. But your Zhang Hong is really different. Other directors and actors go on all sorts of variety shows to promote their films or build up their popularity, but he doesn't go on any shows, not even interviews. He's such a weirdo. I love him."

Su Xiaoyue was about to say something to her best friend when she suddenly froze.

Because she seemed to see a familiar figure at the school gate.

He was talking to the gatekeeper.

No way...

Can't you?

No!

Su Xiaoyue didn't know why she was doing this, but her body was no longer obeying her brain.

She rushed out of the classroom and out of the school building.

This was the first time she had violated the school rule of "not running around in the hallways".

............

"Sir, I'm really not a bad person. Here, have a cigarette first."

"No! I'm not a student at your school! Hey! Don't call for the head of student affairs!"

"I really am here to find someone! I'm his brother! His cousin!"

At the entrance of Shanghai Middle School, Zhang Hong stood there with a wry smile, trying to explain himself.

However, the wary old man in front of him was clearly not going to fall for his tricks.

Ugh, what are we going to do?

"Cousin...cousin?"

Zhang Hong was stunned for a moment. Which little girl took advantage of me, Zhang?

Turning around, I saw a pretty little girl with a high ponytail.

The dual-eye radars secretly scanned up and down for 0.1 seconds.

Hmm... her figure is comparable to Lin Muqing's.

Aside from being a little shorter than her, he deserves full marks.

School uniforms offer a bonus.

With a slight smile, Zhang Hong smiled broadly at the still suspicious gatekeeper: "Grandpa, you see, I told you I was here to see someone. This child has been daydreaming a lot lately, and her homeroom teacher called her parents. My aunt and uncle are both busy, so they sent me to check on things."

The old man pursed his lips: "Fine, then register and go in."

He didn't believe it at first.

But there's nothing we can do; these two are just too good-looking.

Although they don't look alike, it's plausible to say they are cousins.

"Thank you, sir!"

After registering at lightning speed, Zhang Hong followed the little girl with her ponytail swinging as she entered the campus.

Walking side by side under the shade of the trees, Su Xiaoyue felt as if her heart was about to stop beating.

Just then, the man beside her said softly and gently, "Little sister, thank you~ Big brother will treat you to candy~"

Turning around, I saw that gentle, neither melancholic nor pretentious, smiling face.

He was holding a lollipop in his hand.

So... he wasn't the "Fang Bie" I had imagined.

Suddenly I felt at ease.

The girl smiled, took the candy, and put it in her pocket: "You can't just eat things from strangers. There are conditions for me bringing you in."

She bit her lip and whispered, "Could I take a picture with you?"

Zhang Hong was taken aback, then smiled and nodded: "No problem, but you have to help me find someone."

Sigh, as expected, yet another little fangirl has fallen for my good looks.

But girl, not all handsome men are good people. Let this big brother shatter your illusions.

Studying hard is the path you should take.

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Today it's 6000 again!

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