I'm really good at this.

The three parted ways. Sun Zheng went to handle his own affairs and gather his team, Liu Yishou went to Jixing Media to discuss publicity and other matters, and Zhang Hong went directly to Shenzhen.

Lin Muqing will be in charge of things in Luocheng.

Upon arriving in Shenzhen, Liang Luo's driver took him to the villa in his bulletproof Hongqi.

The Liang family father and son had already prepared home-cooked meals and were waiting for him.

Liang Yana is currently a boarding student. He is studying hard for his football dream, hoping to take the college entrance examination this year and graduate within three years.

When they arrived at the villa, Liang Luo was already waiting at the door.

He sent the driver to rest and then went directly to the living room to greet Zhang Hong.

Several home-style dishes have been prepared on the small coffee table in the middle of the living room, and two bottles of Moutai are placed next to it.

The 100-inch rear projection screen was showing CCTV-1.

The news has just ended, and the latest episode of "Mobile Suit Gundam" is about to start.

This has become a recent source of enjoyment for the Liang family father and son: watching TV and chatting together.

We drank and chatted for over an hour, just as the television showed footage of a satellite crashing.

This is a famous scene!

Zhang Hong perfectly replicated the classic scene from his previous life.

However, this scene happened several times in my previous life, and each time it was in higher definition.

But no matter how high definition it is, it's still animation after all, and it can't compare to live-action scenes enhanced by next-generation special effects.

Finally, after everything had returned to nothing, Old Master Liang excitedly drank a small glass of wine.

After Liang Luo reconciled with her father, the coldness in her home disappeared.

He clinked glasses with Zhang Hong, took a sip of his drink, and then said gently, "Xiao Hong, many foreign TV stations have approached us wanting to buy the broadcasting rights to 'Mobile Suit Gundam.' I'd like to ask for your opinion."

Zhang Hong replied without hesitation: "Sell! Why wouldn't I sell?"

Picking up a peanut and popping it into his mouth, Zhang Hong went a step further: "President Liang, if Huaxia Heavy Industries isn't even thinking about recouping its costs, we could even give them the film source material for free!"

In his previous life, "Gundam 0079" achieved a viewership rating of over 70% in a certain European country.

It appears that the viewership rating in France even reached 100%.

Even if it's not that high now, we'll still send it over even if it's free!

It's important to understand that this time, the special effects not only surpass those in China, but also on the international stage.

The most important thing... is the plot!

How should we export our culture?

In Zhang Hong's previous life, the ninja and samurai culture of doujinshi were widely known. How many people developed a liking for doujinshi because they liked doujinshi anime?

And Hollywood blockbusters.

What are individual heroism and national heroism?

Watching Transformers, they'll show you a national flag every now and then.

That's what you call subtle cultural export.

You're saying there's no patriotic education over there?

Watching the World Cup, after the United States won, who were the ones chanting "USA" all the time?

They sing the national anthem every morning before class, starting from elementary school.

Compared to this, raising the flag only once a week in China is simply not impressive enough.

The Liang family father and son had watched the entire film in advance, so they certainly understood its deeper meaning.

This is not the Western concept of individual heroism, but rather the Eastern approach of collective wisdom and effort.

What was the main characters' biggest contribution? They brought back the stable "Tianwen Particles".

However, there are also details in the show that suggest that even if they didn't bring it back, they could still successfully develop a stable "Tianwen Particle" within half a month.

Moreover, as the boss of a company of Huaxia Heavy Industry's caliber, Liang Luo naturally had a deep understanding of the situation.

He quickly understood what Zhang Hong meant.

"That makes sense. I'll send someone to contact them and send the videos for free." Liang Luo smiled. "Not just Europe, but also North America, South America, Asia, and even Africa. As long as a TV station wants them, I'll send them for free."

No, we can even actively promote it. It wouldn't matter if we provided pirated copies to their side.

He was happy to see something that could kill two birds with one stone.

Firstly, it can promote ideology and subconsciously export soft power culture.

Secondly, it can promote their Huaxia Heavy Industry, so why not?

However, in Zhang Hong's view, there are three more.

"Mr. Liang, there's actually something else you haven't thought of." Zhang Hong looked around and quickly spotted a model of a gantry crane under the rear-projection TV.

He pointed to the gantry crane model: "President Liang, was that made by our Huaxia Heavy Industry ourselves?"

"Of course." Liang Luo picked up the gantry crane model and said, "This was a souvenir for the group's 60th anniversary. It wasn't difficult to make; we just set up a production line and finished it in a few days."

Zhang Hong took the model.

It's actually quite heavy, probably five or six pounds.

It's quite large overall; if you only consider the base area, it's slightly larger than an A4 sheet of paper.

It is made of plastic with a small amount of metal.

In his previous life, as a not-so-sophisticated rubber enthusiast, Zhang Hong carefully observed and explored the process.

Yes, the materials and workmanship are excellent, and the details are perfect.

If it were a Gundam model made of the same material, the evil Bandai Namco would have charged at least five figures—five figures was the currency in my previous life.

Therefore, Zhang Hong became even more certain of his idea.

He smiled slightly: "President Liang, no, Uncle Liang."

Zhang Hong put the model aside, raised his glass, and said, "I have a business deal I'd like to discuss with Uncle Liang."

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"Selling toy models, huh?" What level is Liang Luo at? How could he not know what this kid is thinking?

After clinking glasses, Liang Luo explained, "It's not that it's impossible, but we don't have the time, and we don't make money from this. Besides, to be honest, the cost isn't low at all. Who would buy such expensive toy models?"

"I'll buy it! Countless model kit collectors in my past life would have bought it too..." Zhang Hong shook his head: "Uncle Liang, you can't say that. The main problem is that the brand hasn't been established yet. Once 'Mobile Suit Gundam' continues to be shown and its influence expands, there will definitely be demand for this kind of product."

Rather than letting piracy take advantage of the situation, it's better to do it yourself.

He grinned mischievously: "Besides, there's no need to make finished products. We'll just make the parts and let everyone buy them and assemble them themselves. We won't even need to paint them; we'll just give out stickers. Those who want to go a step further can paint them themselves."

This not only saves costs but also gives buyers a greater sense of accomplishment from doing it themselves.

This is the wicked trick of the evil conglomerate B.

Liang Luo is the president of Huaxia Heavy Industry. Although he doesn't know if this thing will be a huge success in the future, he can tell that it is a good business opportunity.

So he said with a half-smile, "Xiao Hong, tell me, what brings you here to see your Uncle Liang and Grandpa Liang?"

We're not related, and although we have a good relationship, it's impossible for them to just deliver wealth to your door like that.

This child must need something from me.

Liang Luo pointed this out directly, implying that there was no need for him to play these games; given their relationship, they could just get straight to the point.

But he also admired Zhang Hong more.

He knows when to advance and when to retreat, and he does not take credit for others' favors and become arrogant.

They are worth getting to know better.

So he directly referred to himself as "Uncle Liang" to tell Zhang Hong this.

Zhang Hong gave an awkward laugh before saying, "It's just that I was planning to film a new drama, but after writing the script, I realized that the budget was a bit insufficient."

Without a second thought, Liang Luo asked, "How much money are we short? Is two hundred million enough? If not, just let me know."

"I don't want money," Zhang Hong quickly said. "Well, I don't want to take advantage of other people's kindness too much with this film."

He won't just think about solving problems on his own.

But there's no need to waste other people's money with so-called good intentions and kindness.

This is his own willfulness; there's no need to cause trouble for others.

He might be willing to lend a venue or people, but he wouldn't want to lend such a large sum of money that he definitely wouldn't be able to repay, even if the other party didn't care.

"I just wanted to ask," Zhang Hong pursed his lips, "Uncle Liang, do you have any unused sites by the sea for testing? The kind that can explode, and it would be even better if you had explosives."

"You want to make a war movie?" Liang Luo quickly realized and chuckled, "Sure, I have a lot of locations like this here, and plenty of safe explosives. I can send a few people to help you operate them."

I can get my hands on plenty of old-fashioned military uniforms, including standard firearms from that era. There's a huge stockpile of training weapons waiting to be destroyed in the warehouse; you can have them all. If you refuse again this time, Uncle Liang will get angry.

"Then I'll thank you in advance, Uncle Liang." This time, Zhang Hong didn't refuse.

He raised his glass, "Uncle Liang, sir, I'd like to offer you both a toast."

I tilted my head back and swallowed the spicy broth.

A surge of heat rose to my throat.

It's very moisturizing.

After the meal, both host and guests enjoyed themselves immensely.

"Xiao Hong, if you can't take it, just lie down and sleep." Liang Luo put his arm around Zhang Hong's shoulder, his face flushed from the alcohol. "Tomorrow I'll personally take you to the warehouse and to choose filming locations. Our Huaxia Heavy Industry is quite large."

Zhang Hong slurred, "That's great! I want to see just how big it is too."

Liang Luo winked: "Uncle Liang won't take advantage of you. Let's go together to run that model toy company. I'll provide the technology, you provide the ideas, and we'll split the profits 30/70."

Zhang Hong shook his head: "Seventy percent is too much, Uncle Liang, give me fifty percent will do."

Liang Luo paused for a moment, then chuckled mischievously, "Hehe, you little rascal. Let's split it fifty-fifty then. I was originally thinking of giving you seventy percent."

Zhang Hong: "Huh?"

Didn't you say you'd give me 30%?

It's tough, Uncle Liang!

"By the way, should we name the new company?"

Without a second thought, Zhang Hong said, "Let's call it Boy Games, a paradise for boys!"

That is, the evil conglomerate B!

Kids and adults alike! Keep a close eye on your wallets and your parents' wallets!

Uncle Zhang is coming to harvest!

After getting drunk, Zhang Hong was lost in a wonderful fantasy of selling rubber and harvesting leeks.

"Okay, okay." Liang Luo helped him to his feet, swaying slightly. "Then I'll have my secretary register the company tomorrow. Did you bring your ID card?"

"I brought it, I brought it." Zhang Hong yawned. "Uncle Liang, I can't go on anymore..."

"I'm sleepy too, let's go upstairs and sleep!"

Of course, Zhang Hong slept in the guest room.

At the dinner table, Old Master Liang raised an eyebrow: "Huh? You've finished drinking already? You two are really useless."

The old man continued to leisurely savor his peanuts.

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

Los Angeles, a two-story building.

Lin Muqing hung up the phone.

She frowned slightly and muttered to herself, "Director Liu failed? Ji Xing doesn't want to talk? It seems I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

In Beijing, in an office of less than 500 square meters, Zhu Tiezhu, who had just seen Liu Yishou off that afternoon, dialed Zhang Hao's number.

"Hey, boss."

"Yes, Liu Yishou came to see me. He said he joined Zhang Hong's crew and wanted to borrow some people."

"What? You want to lend them the stuff? Oh! Their production budget is too low, right? Okay, I get it! I'll definitely lend them the best stuff!"

"Don't worry about me taking care of things!"

PS: Second update tonight.

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