"Just kidding, just follow the three you said. You can develop different types of gundams for later use. By the way, remember to put the Chinese 'Gundam' on it in the settings and write the English in small characters and put it underneath."

After all, it is a "community of shared future for mankind" led by the future China, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Zhang Hong patted Wang Ye on the shoulder, looked around, and said solemnly: "Comrades, this is the first job after our copycat gathering, and it is a big job at the beginning! So everyone must be cautious and cautious! Then... please give full play to your talents!"

These people are very important.

If it is divided into Earth and colonial satellites, clothing, architectural styles, and mobile suit styles, all require Sun Yue, a former panda keeper and current props teacher to be responsible for the design.

The mobile suit’s action design after the mobile suit must also be handed over to Huang Xicheng, the action director who came down from Wudang Mountain.

The photographer Li Shanqi's job is not easy either. Considering the ratio of large robots to humans, he has to take photography and later stages to connect with a full-size green screen venue.

On the contrary, Zhang Hong and Mr. Liang became idle.

After all, this script is mainly placed on the scene Hongda and the mecha.

The plot is actually just applied to reality. Wang Ye’s design world view and background are enough to ensure the tension of the plot and various subsequent expansions - if there is a subsequent expansion.

Liang Tian was also very excited.

But he was not excited that the drama was about to start filming now, but this scene made him feel like he was back when Liang Luo was young and took him to make robot models.

"Xiaohong, what will we do next?"

The old man is full of expectations.

This feeling of being with young people makes him feel that he is young.

The blood began to boil.

"Old man, don't be upset for now. I'm so old, I'm afraid your blood vessels won't be able to hold back." Let Wang Ye and the others continue the discussion, and Zhang Hong pushed the old man to the next door for a private chat. "To be honest, of course, this movie should be made well, but to achieve your goal, this alone is not enough. We have to deal with your son in all aspects and three-dimensional ways."

The old man began to be pretentious: "It's either my son, or I have an old friend, his son..."

Zhang Hong nodded with a smile: "I understand."

This old man is really old and his brain is starting to get confused.

He told himself about his son before.

It's understandable that the old man.

"Xiaohong, what are you going to do? Why don't I call now and tell me what you said to me in the morning?"

On the way to the morning, the two of them improved the bad idea that Zhang Hong came out when he called last night.

What a bad idea?

Pretend to be sick.

Zhang Hong had already heard it from Mr. Liang's words.

In fact, the president of Huaxia Heavy Industry is not unfilial. On the contrary, he wanted to be filial, but just used the wrong method.

Just like the classic words that parents say to their children, "I'm all for your own good."

He gave all his thoughts of filial piety to his father, but he didn't understand what his father wanted.

But I can't say this directly because he can't understand it.

Unless he can regain his original intention.

Therefore, the first step is to cooperate with Mr. Liang Tian pretending to be sick.

It was not just a simple pretending to be sick, they wanted to find a trustworthy doctor to tell Liang Luo that the old man was sick.

But when Liang Luo wanted to take the old man to see a doctor, the old man refused to go there and had to finish the project.

Finally, the father and son watched together and created the atmosphere at the beginning.

Strive to help Liang Luo find his original intention.

But it is not enough to have an old man alone, so the second step of the plan is needed now.

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

The old man was puzzled: "There is one person who wants the child too late. The child is only thirteen years old now and is in the first year of high school."

Zhang Hong was shocked: "At the age of thirteen, I went to the first year of high school?!"

When I was thirteen years old, did I come to the first or second grade of junior high school?

"Yes." The old man didn't understand what Zhang Hong was surprised, "Is there any problem? Isn't it normal to go to high school at the age of thirteen? I graduated from college when I was eighteen. Liang Luo finished his doctoral thesis when he was twenty-two."

It seems that in the old man's opinion, it is normal for his junior to go to high school at the age of thirteen.

Zhang Hong recalled his past life.

When I was thirteen, it seemed that it was the first or second grade of junior high school.

When I was eighteen, I was complacent because I went to the second book and was addicted to game novels and animation every day.

When he was twenty-two years old, he just graduated from college and entered society and began to embark on the road to being beaten.

It's really angering to compare people.

Tickling his head, Zhang Hong skipped the topic: "Does your grandson like this kind of large robot? Or do he like a robot? Or is it a bit simpler, is he interested in mechanical things?

By the way, what is your grandson’s name?”

"Liang Ya, I originally named this name in the hope that he would not be too complacent in the future and understand the principle that a mountain is higher than a mountain." Mr. Liang said casually, "He will definitely be happy about mechanical things..."

He hesitated.

By the way, does his grandson like these?

Judging from his usual performance, he seems to like it... right?

Seeing the old man hesitating, Zhang Hong smiled and said, "It seems that his parents are too busy at work and don't pay much attention to his interests."

This is tactful enough.

Liang Tian smiled bitterly and said, "No, it's true that we don't care enough. This child has been smart since childhood and is good at studying, but he doesn't jump so many levels. Moreover, he is very well-behaved at home, and he doesn't like to talk. He just sits there quietly and reads. He is also very interested in talking about various machinery to him, and he learns quickly.

You don’t know that this kid will assemble the integrated circuit board by himself when he is five years old.”

The last sentence is obviously a sense of pride and show-off.

But Zhang Hong still asked: "Then do he like it?"

Liang Tian was silent.

Zhang Hong, a "former ordinary office worker" who is good at observing, has fully understood.

He smiled and said, "Old man, then you should rest first and supervise their work. Then you give me your grandson's contact information and tell him by the way, I'll talk to him."

After moving his muscles and bones, Zhang Hong raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that there is not only a generation gap between you and your son, but also a generation gap between your son and your grandson."

But this name is also interesting.

My father's name is Liang Luo, and my son's name is Liang Ya.

Amro and Shaya?

It's really fate, it's amazing.

The old man said in a low tone: "Xiaohong, please."

"It's okay, it should be. After all, that's a one-billion-dollar investment, and I can make a lot of it." Zhang Hong shrugged and laughed.

I never expected that he, a genius TV drama director, would have to help others solve family problems.

But there is no way to use people’s money to eliminate disasters.

And although I don’t want to admit it, Zhang Hong… feels quite happy.

With his hand waved, Zhang Hong left only a handsome back for the old man: "Leave this to me, please be careful."

Liang Tian didn't say anything, just stared at his back quietly.

The sunlight outside the second-story building shines through the glass and leaves mottled tree shadows on Liang Tian’s body.

After a while, someone sighed in the room where there was only one person, "Xiaohong, thank you..."

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

Shanghai Middle School, during lunch break, Su Xiaoyue, who had just changed seats and sat by the window in the third row, held her chin with her forehand and looked bored at the young basketball boys roaming on the playground.

Sure enough, they are all children.

She found it even more boring.

Suddenly, someone patted her on the shoulder.

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

Zhang Xiaoyue didn't look back, and said lightly: "No, it's just boring."

The teacher can tell everything, so it's boring.

The news that Brother Zhang Hong and keyboard warriors are still praising the rhythm of the Internet, which is very boring.

There is no information about Brother Zhang Hong, so it is boring.
To be continued...