"Just kidding, just follow the three you mentioned. You can develop different types of gundams for later use. By the way, remember to put the Chinese word 'Gundam' on the top and the English in small letters on the bottom in the settings."

After all, it is a "community with a shared future for mankind" led by China in the future, so 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 Shanzhai reunion, and it is a big job right from the beginning! So everyone must be cautious, cautious, and cautious again.

!Then...please give full play to your talents!"

These people are all important.

If it is divided into the earth and the colonial satellite, the clothing, architectural style, including the style of the mobile suits all need to be designed by Sun Yue, a former panda breeder and current prop master.

All subsequent action designs for Mobile Suit will also be handed over to Huang Xicheng, a master action director who came from Wudang Mountain.

Li Shanqi's job as a photographer is not easy. Considering the ratio of large robots to humans, he has to take the photography, post-production and special effects departments to a venue with a full-size green screen.

On the contrary, Zhang Hong and Mr. Liang were at ease.

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

The plot can actually be adapted from reality. The world view and background designed by Wang Ye are enough to ensure the tension of the plot and various subsequent expansions - if there are subsequent expansions.

Liang Tian was also very excited.

But he was not excited that the show was about to start filming now, but this scene made him feel like he had gone back to when Liang Luo was a child, when he took him to make a robot model.

"Xiaohong, what should we do next?"

The old man is full of expectations.

This feeling of hanging out with young people made him feel younger.

The blood began to boil.

"Old man, please stop getting excited. You are so old. I'm afraid your blood vessels won't be able to handle it if you get boiling." Wang Ye and the others were asked to continue the discussion. Zhang Hong pushed the old man to the next door to chat privately, "To be honest, in fact, of course this movie is

The photo needs to be good, but to achieve your goal, this alone is not enough. We have to deal with your son in an all-round and three-dimensional way."

The old man started to be hypocritical: "It's not my son, or I have an old friend, his son..."

Zhang Hong smiled and nodded: "I understand."

This old man is really getting confused at his age.

He had told himself personally before that it was his son.

As an old man, I can understand.

"Xiaohong, what can you do? How about I call you now and tell me what you said to me this morning?"

On the way here in the morning, the two of them perfected the bad idea Zhang Hong had come up with during the phone call last night.

What a bad idea?

Pretending to be sick.

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

In fact, the CEO of China Heavy Industries was not unfilial, on the contrary, he wanted to be filial, but he just used the wrong method.

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

He gave what he thought was filial piety to his father, but he didn't understand what his father wanted.

But he couldn't say this directly because he couldn't understand it.

Unless he is allowed to regain his original intention.

Therefore, the first step requires Mr. Liang Tian to pretend to be ill and cooperate.

Not just 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 and insisted on finishing the project.

Finally, the father and son watched it together, creating the same atmosphere as before.

Try to let Liang Luo regain his original intention.

But this old man alone is not enough, so the second step of the plan is needed.

Zhang Hongmo rubbed his chin: "Old man, you have a grandson, right?"

The old man was puzzled: "There is one, Liang Luo, who wanted a child late. The child is only thirteen years old now and is in the first grade of high school."

Zhang Hong was shocked: "Thirteen years old and entering the first year of high school?!"

When I was thirteen years old, was I in the first year of junior high school or the second year of junior high school?

"That's right." The old man didn't understand why Zhang Hong was so 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. When Liang Luo was twenty-two, he got his Ph.D.

I’ve finished writing my graduation thesis.”

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

Zhang Hong recalled his past life.

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

When I was 18 years old, I was very proud of myself because I got a second-tier book, and I was addicted to games, novels, and anime every day.

When I was twenty-two years old, I had just graduated from college and entered the society and started to be beaten severely.

Comparing people to each other is really infuriating.

Scratching his head, Zhang Hong skipped the topic: "Does your grandson like this kind of large robot? Or does he like robots? Or to put it simply, is he interested in mechanical things?

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

"Liang Ya, when I gave this name, I hoped that he would not be too complacent in the future and understand that every mountain is higher than the other." Mr. Liang said casually, "He must like mechanical things..."

He hesitated.

By the way, does his grandson like these?

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

Seeing the old man's hesitation, Zhang Hong said with a smile: "It seems that his parents are too busy with work and don't pay much attention to his hobbies."

This is said tactfully enough.

Liang Tian smiled bitterly and said: "No, it's true that we don't care enough. This child has been smart since he was a child and is good at studying, but he hasn't jumped so many levels. And he is usually very good at home. He doesn't make troubles and doesn't like to talk.

Sitting there quietly reading a book. When I told him about various machines, he was also very interested and learned quickly.

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

The last sentence is obviously full of pride and showing off.

But Zhang Hong still asked: "Then does he like it or not?"

Liang Tian fell silent.

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

He smiled and said: "Old man, please rest first and supervise their work. Then give me your grandson's contact information and tell him by the way. I will go and talk to him."

After stretching his muscles, 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 the name is also interesting.

The father’s name is Liang Luo and his son’s name is Liang Ya.

Amuro and Char?

What a fate, it’s so wonderful.

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

"It's okay, it should be. After all, it's an investment of one billion, and I can make a lot of money from it." Zhang Hong shrugged, hehehe.

I never expected that he, a talented TV drama director, would help others solve their family problems.

But there is no other way, just use people's money to eliminate disasters for others.

And although he didn't want to admit it, Zhang Hong... felt quite happy.

Waving his hand, Zhang Hong only left the old man with a handsome back: "Leave this matter to me, just take care of it."

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

The sunlight outside the two-story building passed through the glass, leaving mottled tree shadows on Liang Tian.

After a while, someone in the room with only one person sighed: "Xiaohong, thank you..."

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

In Shanghai Middle School, during the lunch break, Su Xiaoyue, who had just changed her seat and sat in the third row by the window, rested her chin on her hands and looked boredly at the young basketball players swaying their youth on the playground.

Sure enough, they are all children.

She felt even more bored.

Suddenly, someone tapped her shoulder.

"Yueyue, do you still miss your brother Zhang Hong?"
To be continued...