Early the next morning, Zhang Hong drove the newly purchased Jinbei on the road.
It’s not that I don’t want to buy a good car.
The main reason was that he had only earned 800,000 yuan. If he was asked to borrow money from Lin Chuan or Lin Muqing, they would definitely borrow money, but he couldn't make him look like that.
It's not that I'm thin-skinned, I just can't speak easily, and I don't want to owe anyone money.
He was a person who didn't even open a credit card in his previous life, and never even used Huabei Borrowing. If he was asked to borrow money, it would be impossible for him to ask unless there was an urgent need for money.
If you spend 800,000, you can indeed buy a good car.
At the very least, BBA’s four- to five-million-dollar cars won’t be a big problem.
But in his opinion, it is best to buy a car with ease, and if you bite the bullet, it will reduce the quality of life.
Besides, he still has to save money to buy a house. He can't buy himself a good car until the house is renovated.
Besides, the group of bosses in the studio who have made a lot of money have free meals every day. It doesn't make sense that he, Zhang Hong, drags people into his group but doesn't care about their food and drink.
Originally he didn't even want to buy a car.
He bought this car with part of his own money and part of the money from the company's account.
As for the golden cup, it should be big enough to accommodate many people.
A mobile coffin like the Buick GL8...Zhang Hong has a shadow.
After driving for more than an hour to the Beijiao Airport, he waited for more than half an hour when he saw someone pushing Mr. Liang out in a wheelchair.
Shang Hong rushed to greet him.
Seeing Zhang Hong coming, the old man turned around and told the man to go back, and then Zhang Hong pushed him into the back seat of Jinbei.
After starting the car, I didn't go home. Instead, I found a restaurant to eat first.
On the way, Zhang Hong was confused: "Old man, why did you come to Luocheng from Shenzhen? If you need anything, just say a word and I will come over. You are old and have weak legs. If anything happens, I can be killed by your son."
Go up to the gantry and throw it out to sea."
The old man was silent for a moment and asked: "Xiao Hong, tell me the truth, do you really like the giant human-driven anthropomorphic robot?"
Zhang Hong said of course: "I like it."
"You really didn't say that just to make my old man happy?"
"No, what man doesn't like robots?"
What man doesn’t like to drive Gundam?
Not to mention Gundam, even excavators like it!
Every time he passes by a construction site, Zhang Hong can see a bunch of people watching the work of the excavator.
The bigger the machine, the more people will see it.
Even the large gantry crane at the seaside port has become an attraction.
"Oh...it's so good to be young." The old man just sighed.
Zhang Hong, a "former ordinary office worker" who was good at observing words and expressions, could clearly tell that the old man was worried, but he just smiled and said: "Let's order food first, old man, and we'll talk about it later. I'm very tight-lipped. What's the matter with you?"
You can tell me anything you can't tell anyone."
After a pause, he joked: "But don't come to me if you're old-age sunset red or something like that. I'm a timid person and can't bear to hear such things."
"Boy, what does that have to do with you?" The old man also smiled.
Although he knew that the child was just trying to make him happy, the old man could also feel the child's kindness.
So he accepted the favor.
When you arrive at the hotel, find a private room.
Zhang Hong took the spread out menu and turned around and asked: "Old man, do you want to try our special water banquet? It's eight cold and sixteen hot. I'm sure you'll be full."
"Don't make trouble, we can finish the meal after ordering so much." The old man was also happy, "You think I have never eaten the water banquet? I had it decades ago when I came to inspect with the big leaders above. At that time
I didn’t understand anything and thought that a dish was just a small bowl like in the south.
Who knew that one dish of your water banquet is a big bowl! The whole set of water banquet is for more than ten people, but we both were so full that we didn’t even finish it.
Later, I didn’t want to waste it, so I called the people from the security department to finish eating together.”
He still remembers the great leader's surprised expression of "here it comes again" when the first dish was served, to the helplessness of "here it comes again" in the middle, to the despair when "here it comes again" at the end.
"Hehe..." Zhang Hong laughed evilly and didn't defend himself, "Then let's have some agar-agar, some crispy pork, some sweet and sour pork loin, and finally some grilled tiger carp with green onions. Okay.
That’s it, that’s it.”
While waiting for the food to be served, the two of them started chatting.
At this time, Zhang Hongcai asked: "Old man, what is it that makes you make this trip?"
When he mentioned this, the old man's face turned dark.
After a long while, he said: "They are all my son."
When Zhang Hong heard this, his spirits perked up.
Hoho? Gossip about the boss of China Heavy Industries? If you talk about this, I won’t be sleepy!
"Old man, if it's convenient, then you can chat with me. I am young and have no other skills, but I am very good at listening to stories. But if you think it is inappropriate, then don't say anything."
Zhang Hong could tell that the old man just wanted someone to talk to.
At this time, you just need to look at him and listen to what he says, and then say "um", "then" and "come down" from time to time.
Sure enough, the old man poured beans out of a bamboo tube and talked about what happened last night.
After saying that, he sighed: "This kid is obsessed with money. When his mother passed away, he didn't come back to see her for the last time because she was on a business trip abroad..."
Zhang Hong smacked his lips.
In fact, he didn't think Liang Luo was unfilial.
A person who is willing to spend hundreds of millions of dollars just to make your father happy is hard to call unfilial.
It can only be said that there is a lack of communication between father and son, and that the old man has a heart problem and has something to say.
"Old man, if I guess correctly... what you care about is not this at all, but the development of China Heavy Industries, right?"
Mr. Liang said nothing.
Zhang Hong understood it well.
This is obvious. The old man’s childlike innocence is still there, or in other words, his lifelong dream is to see the advent of large-scale human-driven anthropomorphic robots with his own eyes.
Although this reason is quite good, it is actually the motivation for his struggle all the time.
In other words, this is the "youthful dream".
How many people have worked hard for their entire lives because of a seemingly unrealistic dream when they were young?
In previous lives, decades ago, were nuclear bombs an unattainable dream?
In the 1980s, when Admiral Liu visited the Lighthouse State aircraft carrier on the other side of the sea, the way he stood on tiptoes and craned his neck to see it was so sad.
At the beginning of the 2000s, people on the Internet were discussing how many aircraft could stop the F22.
If they don't dare to dream, it would be if they hadn't worked hard all their lives because of a seemingly unattainable dream.
Before Zhang Hong traveled through time, how could the country have nuclear weapons? How could it have its own aircraft carrier? How could it have Ribbon Princess?
The same goes for this world.
The country invests so much money every year to develop manned spaceflight, which seems to be out of reach, not just because it wants to go further and to give future generations a chance to see the end of the universe.
And nuclear fusion.
This is not something that one generation or two can accomplish, but wasn’t the beginning just because of a seemingly unattainable dream?
The old man was stunned.
After a while, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Yes, that's it."
"Xiaohong, do you know how China Heavy Industries came to be?"
Zhang Hong answered honestly: "According to the information I checked, your grandfather Mr. Liang Yu founded Huaxia Heavy Industries. And I heard that it started by making bicycles."
"Yes, it started with bicycles. That was in 1915, when my father was only five years old." Mr. Liang took out a scroll from his bag and handed it to Zhang Hong, "This is the beginning of everything."
Zhang Hong solemnly took the scroll and unfolded it carefully.
On the yellowed paper that tells the story of the times, there is a row of humanoid robots, with various settings written next to them.
There are four such robots in total.
It can be seen that these robots are of the same origin.
"It all started with these robots." Mr. Liang took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and continued, "My grandfather was a worker at the National Bicycle Manufacturing Factory. There was a war outside and his father also died in the war.
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He thought, if there was such a large robot and someone controlled it, would it be possible to protect more people? Then he used it at home for several months, taking various parts of the bicycle.
I built a robot model over two meters high.
My father only fell in love with robots from that time on, following his grandfather every day."
"Later, my grandfather felt that he would never see it in his lifetime, but at that time he read a science fiction novel, which said that in the future, there will be various robots to help everyone deal with things and fight wars, so that there will not be so many deaths.
So he quit his job, sold his house and started Huaxia Heavy Industries, which was called Xiaoniao Bicycle Factory at the time."
The bird can fly into the sky, so it represents expectations for the future.
"This dream has been passed down from generation to generation. When I was a child, my father often took me to the factory, and he also assembled a nearly three-meter-tall robot that was modified from an excavator. I loved it at the time.
Up."
"Later, when Liang Luo was almost ten years old, I did the same thing."
Recalling the past, the old man smiled happily: "He also fell in love with robots at that time, just like you did when we met that day. At home, he often stayed alone in the toilet for half an hour. His mother said
He, he still doesn't take it seriously.
And when I went to take a peek, I found him sitting on the toilet, simulating the feeling of driving with his hands, and saying 'BIABIABIA' on his mouth."
"It was also because he liked it that he later studied mechanical manufacturing. I was quite happy at the time. After he graduated, I arranged for him to join the factory and have front-line contact with various equipment."
Speaking of this, the old man gradually became depressed: "He was indeed outstanding, and later he took over my job based on his own ability, but he changed. He said that giant human-driven anthropomorphic robots and so on were just childhood fantasies, not reality.
That kind of thing has no practical value."
He didn't say anything further, but Zhang Hong also understood.
It’s just that people grow up.
And since I still studied this major and was exposed to this industry every day, I naturally understood that giant robots and the like were really not practical.
So from a pragmatic point of view, Liang Luo buried all these in his childhood and chose to be a mature and rational adult.
Later, the development of China Heavy Industries indeed proved that his choice was right.
Large shield machines, large transport ships, rockets with high temperature and low cold resistance materials, high-speed rails, subways, giant gantry cranes, super heavy-duty mine trucks, artificial intelligence, remote control smart excavators, etc.
All these prove that his choice was correct.
But all these 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 Mr. Liang cares about.
What he cares about is his childhood and the time he spent with his childhood son as a father.
There is also the son’s original intention that has long been forgotten.
What he misses is the past relationship between father and son.
"I completely understand." Zhang Hong already knew what he should do. "Mr. Liang, I would like to ask, if this TV series is going to be messy, what is your budget bottom line?"
"One billion." Mr. Liang Tian did not hesitate at all, "As long as he can regain his original intention, even one billion is no problem."
Zhang Hong opened his mouth and found that he was speechless.
One billion?
This... is definitely not something you can earn back.
And if it was made into a TV series, it would be 20 episodes.
A TV series that costs 50 million per episode?
Who has seen this?
This is enough to make ten movies costing over 100 million yuan!
Just for the relationship between father and son, and the past dream, one billion, is it worth it?
Zhang Hong didn't think about it because he already got the answer from the old man's eyes.
worth!
But it's really crazy...
Zhang Hong grinned: "I'll take this job!"
Isn’t it just one billion to film a TV series?
There is nothing that my talented director Zhang Hong cannot shoot!
He would rather accompany this old man to go crazy than that kind of shoddy TV series that ruins one's outlook on life!
"But old man, in order to achieve your goal, you have to cooperate with me."
Mr. Liang asked doubtfully: "How to cooperate?"
Zhang Hongxiao said in a low voice: "As long as this, this, this, this..."
PS: Daily vote seeking 2/2
Don’t worry, one billion is something I have already thought about.
I want to tell stories instead of just showing off, although that would give better results.
This one has a budget of one billion, and the budget for the next TV series will be less than one million, hehe...