In his own home in Luocheng, Zhang Hong's face was full of doubts.
"Dad? Why don't you speak?"
Zhang Hao's voice was low on the phone: "Son, are you serious?"
"Of course that's a joke." Zhang Hong was amused at first, and then his expression became serious, "Actually, I already have a goal, but I can't say it yet. It's still too far away."
"Who is it?"
Zhang Hao's inspiration was very strong, and he keenly discovered that... his son seemed to be in heat.
"Don't worry about who it is, it's definitely out of the question now." Zhang Hong quickly changed the subject, "Dad, you and my mother should stop working part-time and come back. I've made hundreds of thousands anyway. Even after deducting the studio expenses,
There are still one or two hundred thousand left for the time being.
Although the down payment for the house is barely enough, there is no need to rush to buy it now. The money is enough to make you feel relaxed. Don’t worry about my house. I can make 800,000 yuan this time. Next time
Of course I can still make money."
Zhang Hao was in a very complicated mood.
He was pleased with his son's maturity and concern, but also wondered...whether he liked this industry or not.
"Don't worry about this yet. Son, tell me the truth. Are you tired from filming?"
"I'm so tired! I'm almost exhausted! I shoot during the day and at night. I often stay up late and run around everywhere. I can't even eat well! Isn't that tiring?"
This is an exaggeration.
When filming, he stayed in a star-rated hotel every day, ate meals cooked by chefs, and he also had a small stove.
Even after filming, he gained three pounds.
But that's how people are.
When you do not do well, you will swallow all your grievances and only tell your parents the lighter side so as not to worry them.
And when you gain some fame, you will start to complain and remember the bitter things and think about the sweet things.
Zhang Hao was silent over there.
Is my son so tired?
But even though it was so hard, he still worked hard to film a good TV series, act in his own dramas, and write songs.
He really likes the entertainment industry.
"Son, do you like being a director?"
He has decided!
If his son says he likes it, then he will fully support his son’s idea!
Want to make a TV series? I will give you a billion budget to make it!
Star? Which actor do you want to play? I will hire it for you! No matter if it is Hollywood, Bollywood or some other kind of Hollywood! Even if you are not a national first-class actor, you are not qualified to choose!
After the filming is completed, I will advertise it all over the Internet for you!
Want to write a song? I will organize a song variety show just for you!
Great songwriters from all walks of life! Gods of singers and queens from all walks of life! It’s up to you to choose!
Even if you just want to find a hundred and eight singers to perform in a chorus and sing children's songs, Dad will find a way to do it for you!
Making a movie?
The budget starts with 5 billion! If it’s not enough, add another 5 billion!
All the famous movie actors in the world are here for you!
There are American, Fuso, Korean and domestic female stars! As long as you want! I dare to find them to play a foot-washing maid in your movie!
Come on son! Just ask!
"Actually... I don't like it very much." Zhang Hong thought for a while and replied, "In other words, I still hate it a bit."
He still doesn't know what he's giving up.
What he gave up was the opportunity to play multi-person sports with all the beautiful female stars in the world!
This time it was Zhang Hao's turn to be confused: "Then why do you..."
Then why do you complain that you are tired and continue to film TV series?
Although my son didn’t say anything, the expenses of the studio and so on... don’t starting a studio mean that he plans to continue in this industry?
"Because I want to make money, Dad."
He lit a cigarette, and as the smoke drifted out of the window, a gentle smile appeared on his face: "Dad, I didn't have much ability in the past, and I didn't know what I wanted. I just drifted with the flow for more than 20 years.
Year.
But now I discovered that I am talented, and my talent lies in the entertainment industry. Although I don't like the entertainment industry, my talent does not allow me to continue to be mediocre.
And this is really profitable. Since I can earn 800,000, I can naturally earn the second and third 800,000.
I don’t want you and my mother to still be working outside in their fifties just to save me the down payment for a house.
When I want to eat, I don’t have to look at the price. When I want to buy clothes, I just have to look at whether I like it. I want a good car and live in a big house. I don’t want you to have to climb stairs. I want to find someone who is beautiful, has a good figure, a good personality, and
Girls are the other half of life.
And these were just fantasies to me in the past. Now, I see hope of coming true."
Zhang Hao was deeply shocked.
He never knew what his son wanted.
Was this what he had in mind?
Zhang Hao's eyes turned a little red.
Taking a deep breath, he decided to show off his cards: "Son, I want to tell you something. You should quickly find a place to sit down, otherwise I'm afraid your legs will become weak."
Zhang Hongle was confused: "Could it be that I actually have a fiancée? She is very beautiful and her family is rich and prestigious? And then you told me that she is coming back to me now?"
"This one doesn't."
"I knew it, how could something like this be possible..."
"But your father and I are extremely rich, and your mother and I are not working. The cheapest clothes I wear now start at five figures. The suits I wear when I go out are all custom-made, and the cheapest ones in the garage."
The grocery carts are Rolls-Royce and Maybach, my office is 500 square meters, and the decorations are all made of two-ton golden nanmu."
Zhang Hong was stunned for a moment and then smiled: "Dad, I didn't expect that you also like to celebrate foreign festivals. Today is not April Fool's Day."
Zhang Hao was extremely serious: "I'm not kidding."
Zhang Hong said helplessly: "Well, where did your family's wealth come from? When I was young, our family had no money. Later, after you and your mother went to work, I became a left-behind child for several years."
"It was passed down from your grandfather." Zhang Hao told the truth, "Your father and I were fertilizing the fields, and then your grandfather called me back and said that there was a group with a market value of tens of billions that wanted me to inherit. And in the past twenty years
After my various operations, our group’s market value is now over one trillion, I don’t remember the specific amount.”
Zhang Hong: "..."
Did this old man take the wrong medicine?
Zhang Hong: "Dad, did my mother talk about you again? Don't be irritated!"
Zhang Hao: "I'm very normal!"
Zhang Hong flicked off more than an inch of cigarette ash in the ashtray, and even picked his nostrils: "Okay, how did you do it?"
"I wiped out all the stocks that were going south in the stock market, and sent people to Africa to sell mobile phones, mine in Africa, and invest in various high-tech, such as materials and biology, nuclear fusion, aerospace, etc.
Other messy things, they just invest in whatever sucks, but in the end, they all took off, and I find it baffling.”
"..." Zhang Hong was sure that his father had really drunk too much, "Dad, do you think I haven't read the movie or novel?"
This rhythm is clearly the rhythm of "Brewster's Millionaire", "The Richest Man in Xihong City" and "Becoming a Richest Man from the Game Start"!
He had seen it in his previous life.
Zhang Hao was anxious: "Why did I lie to you! If you don't believe me, come find me tomorrow! I will show you my 500-square-meter office!"
"Come on, I didn't even find your or my mother's names in the encyclopedia, so stop making trouble." After Zhang Hong laughed, he became very serious, "Dad, thank you, I know you don't want me to be too big."
pressure.
But I am really talented in filming. You have to believe me. Your son will definitely make a lot of money so that you and my mother can live a good life. When I make money, I will bring you back.
I am currently discussing cooperation with a company. They want to make a TV series to promote their company. If it succeeds this time, our family will be completely financially free, and you and I will be able to travel around the world.
That's it, I'll hang up now, dad, and you should go to bed early."
"Hey! Son! You have to believe me! I am really rich! An office of 500 square meters! Two tons of golden nanmu ornaments! Hello? Hey hey hey?! Son!!!"
But the call has been hung up.
The mobile phone fell on the high-end handmade carpet, and Zhang Hao was paralyzed on the sofa.
He feels that the world is too malicious to him.
I just wanted to farm the land well, but I was forced to inherit the family property and give up all the ups and downs in life.
He wanted to spend money, but as a result, his employees stabbed him one by one and increased his assets more and more.
Now I told my son the truth, but he still doesn’t believe me!
We can't really tie him to the company!
But he also saw that his son really didn't like the entertainment industry.
Recalling what his son had just said about the hardships involved in filming, Zhang Hao made up his mind.
He dialed his secretary's phone number.
"Help me find out which company Zhang Hong, the director of "The Red Dust" will contact in the future, and buy that company for me after finding out. I want to know the result within five minutes."
Five minutes later——
The call came back.
Zhang Hao answered the phone.
"What? Can't buy it? Which company is it? China Heavy Industries? Okay, I understand."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Hao frowned.
He knew China Heavy Industries, it was a very famous company.
The cranes, gantry cranes, ultra-heavy trucks, high-speed rail and rocket materials produced by this company are all important equipment of the country.
This kind of company cannot be acquired.
"What should I do...should I find a way to make my son's film fail?"
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Hao made a decision.
He wants his son's commercial to fail!
Even if the filming fails, your reputation will be ruined and you won’t be able to make any money!
If he can't make money, his son will feel that he has no talent for directing! Then he will take advantage of it!
Since he thinks that his family cannot be so rich, let him show the tip of the iceberg and make him think that his family is generally rich!
Later, when my son finds something he likes to do, he and his mother will fully support him!
As long as we learn from the previous lessons, we will definitely not fail this time!
Quite expensive!
Zhang Hao feels that he is really stable this time!