"Then it's settled." After the guests and guests had a good time, Zhang Hong made the final summary, "This is the general direction. After we go back and discuss the specific details, we will come up with a script and send it to you, and then we will discuss how to proceed."
After a pause, he asked again: "I would like to ask, Mr. Liang, what is the approximate budget of our drama?"
"As long as I'm satisfied, I can start at 100 million and there's no upper limit." Liang Tian said with a smile, "I have no requirements for celebrities or anything like that. As long as the acting is not too bad, it will make people act. You understand the point."
Zhang Hong nodded: "I understand."
The focus is of course on the mecha!
As long as this is done, won't the small amount of money fill your pocket?
"Okay, old man, we will go back first, and you will wait for our good news."
"Okay, if you have any questions, we can contact you anytime."
After Zhang Hong and the others left, Mr. Liang Tian fell into silence again.
After a while, he asked: "Can Liang Luo come back today?"
The chief engineer next to him said respectfully: "Teacher, Mr. Liang will come back around eight o'clock in the afternoon. You should be able to go home tonight."
"Well, let him go home at night and I'll wait for him to eat."
............
Evening, nine o'clock.
Liang Luo, who had just sat in the back seat of the Maybach at the airport, asked: "How is the old man's mood today?"
With his meticulously combed hair, a neat high-end suit and gold-rimmed glasses, Liang Luo looked more like an elegant boss than a mechanical engineer.
To be precise, after he turned 30, he moved away from the front line and began to enter management.
He is indispensable for China Heavy Industries being able to achieve this level now.
The secretary sitting in the co-pilot turned around and said: "Mr. Liang is in a good mood. It is said that today a team finally came up with a plan that can impress Mr. Liang."
For the first time, curiosity appeared on Liang Luo's elegant but unsmiling face: "Oh? Someone can actually pass that proposal that has been on hold for three years?"
Liang Luo is not yet fifty years old this year, mainly because his parents had children relatively late.
That project was not actually to promote China Heavy Industries, it was just to make the old man happy.
The old man has been depressed since his mother passed away ten years ago.
Three years ago it was the old man's eightieth birthday. At that time, he wanted to make the old man do something to make him happy. Only when a man is happy can he live a long life.
And there are also reasons to improve the relationship between father and son.
I don't know why, but the old man who had always been kind to him in the past has become increasingly ungrateful to him since fifteen years ago.
In recent years, whenever I see him, I have a cold face and don't want to talk.
He couldn't figure out why.
No, I didn't go back to see my wife and children when I came back today. I was going to go see the old man for dinner right away to ease the relationship.
If someone passes that project, it means that the old man is in a good mood now.
Don't miss this opportunity.
After thinking for a while, Liang Luo asked: "What project did the old man approve? Is it going to be a big toy or someone gave me the script to make a movie?"
Since you want to improve your relationship, you naturally need to find a topic.
Being able to know what the old man likes will also help him improve the relationship.
"It's a TV series." The secretary handed over a stack of paper, "These are two proposals from the other party, but because the first proposal was rejected by Mr. Liang, this copy only has a rough outline."
Liang Luo turned on the overhead light of the back seat and opened the first document.
"Transformers?" He raised his eyebrows and continued to read.
After three minutes of reading, he closed his eyes, thought for a moment, opened his eyes and said with a smile, "It's quite interesting. Do you agree with this script?"
The secretary nodded: "Yes."
"Contact the other party and tell them that I have voted for this script." Liang Luo said without raising his head as he opened the second piece of information, "But it's not a TV series. This is going to be made into a movie. As long as it produces the effect I want, money doesn't matter.
question."
"Tomorrow, I will contact the other party tomorrow."
"Um."
There was no words all the way until Liang Luo was approaching Mr. Liang's house, when Liang Luo closed the second document.
He took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile: "After all these years, I still have a childlike innocence. This kind of large human-driven anthropomorphic robot can only appear in works of art. But forget it, who let the old man do it?"
I like it."
The purpose of making money is to enjoy happiness.
The old man has worked hard all his life and has such a hobby, so it doesn't matter if he spends some money on it, as long as he is happy.
The secretary smiled and said nothing.
What her boss said to her was not something a little secretary like her should handle.
Fifteen minutes later, when I returned to the empty villa, Mr. Liang was already waiting at the door.
He took the handbag from his son and put it aside, and said cheerfully: "You haven't eaten yet? I made your favorite toon scrambled eggs and braised prawns today, let's eat them together."
Although he had tasted all kinds of delicacies, Liang Luo certainly would not sway the old man's kindness - after all, the last time the old man cooked in person was almost ten years ago.
"That's good." Liang Luo rolled up the sleeves of his high-end custom-made shirt to help the old man serve the food, "Dad, where is Aunt Xu?"
This is the nanny he hired. She has been taking care of his father at home for almost ten years.
In fact, I originally had the idea of finding a reliable wife for my father after my mother left, but there was no spark between the two of them.
"I asked her to go and rest first. We will have two drinks today."
"good."
At the dinner table, the old man kept picking up dishes for Liang Luo.
Liang Luo clinked a glass with his father, took a sip of the Maotai in the cup, and found a topic: "Dad, you seem to be in a good mood today. Is there anything good you can do to make me happy too?"
Of course he knew the reason, but he wanted to know even more why an unformed script idea could make the old man so happy.
If he could know this, wouldn't it be possible to improve the inexplicably cold relationship between father and son?
Mr. Liang said cheerfully: "I found a young man with the same interests. That child reminds me of what you were like when you were a child. It's really similar."
"You mean Zhang Hong?" Liang Luo didn't take it seriously, "I've seen him play "Blood Youth", and his performance was indeed pretty good. But it's not like me. When I was as old as him, I had to pass the national second prize."
Level 1 Science and Technology Award.”
At his age, he doesn't like TV series like "The Red Dust".
However, I saw in the news that the TV series had pretty good reviews and click-through ratings.
He can act, film, and write songs. He is indeed a young talent.
But a young talent in the entertainment industry has nothing to do with him being the boss of a mechanical research company.
He prefers capable young engineers. In his opinion, such people can better represent the future of the country.
In fact, this is the difference between hard power and soft power.
Just like science and engineering and liberal arts, they hate each other.
I don't think it's of much use. Only science and engineering can make the country progress.
You think I am rigid, but the soft power of cultural export can also enhance the country's image.
They all talk with their butts, so there is no need for discussion.
"Isn't that what I said?" Mr. Liang shook his head and suddenly asked, "What do you think of his TV series project?"
"As long as you are happy." Liang Luo put a toon egg with chopsticks into his mouth, and then talked eloquently, "However, this large-scale humanoid robot driven by human beings does not meet the needs and laws of reality. It is good to put it in literary and artistic works.
of.
I'm quite interested in that "Transformers" movie. If it's made into a movie, it will really help the group's publicity."
The chopsticks in Mr. Liang's hand paused.
After a while, he put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm done eating. You can eat."
After saying that, he put down his chopsticks, turned around and went upstairs angrily, leaving only Liang Luo sitting at the dining table with a stunned expression.
He didn't understand what made the old man angry. Didn't he just treat it well?
Back in the bedroom, Mr. Liang picked up the photo frame on the bedside table.
There is a group photo there.
It is a photo of Mr. Liang, who is in his forties, and his son, who is in his early teens, when he was young.
After watching silently for a while, he dialed Zhang Hong's phone number.
That child might be able to understand him, because those who like robots are not bad people.
And he also likes robots, so he can definitely understand himself!
The call came through quickly.
Zhang Hong: "Hello, how are you?"
Liang Tian: "Xiaohong, it's me, your Grandpa Liang."
Zhang Hong: "Mr. Liang? You have something to ask me for so late at night? Don't worry, I will definitely finish the script and send it to you in the next few days."
Liang Tian: "That's not the case. Where are you?"
Zhang Hong: "Luocheng, Mr. Liang, what's the matter with you? I can fly to Shencheng tomorrow!"
"No, you don't have to come over." Liang Tian took a breath and sighed, "I really need to see you for something. I'm going to Luo City tomorrow. Don't let others know. Just come and pick me up quietly."
"Okay!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Hong, who was still in the conference room, waved his hand: "The meeting is over, everyone has a good rest. We will discuss it again tomorrow."
When everyone dispersed, he frowned.
Mr. Liang suddenly called in the middle of the night and asked to come over tomorrow? And he only let himself know?
What happened to him?
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