Time always flew by when you were buried in hard work.
The First Baisha City GD Racing Tournament was about to begin.
"You finally decided to come out." Liang's Father had cornered Liang Xing at the entrance of the Toy Factory.
"Dad? Why didn't you go watch the competition?"
Whenever Liang Xing handled things personally, there was never a single unnecessary step in assembling production equipment.
That meant repetitive manual labor did not significantly improve the efficiency of assembling production equipment.
But the fastest-updated parts of GD Racers were always the components other than the GD Chip. The vast majority of racers only needed to buy one basic model in their entire lives.
After all, adaptive functions required a great deal of real-world racing. The chips would naturally get better the more they were used, but whether from collisions or tire wear, those components would always need replacing the fastest.
So throughout the entire Toy Factory, there were only two GD Chip production lines, while the production lines for various parts kept increasing.
Mostly because parts production lines could be made usable with slight modifications to Mini 4WD production lines. It was especially convenient.
Yet in the nearly three months since opening, Liang Xing had added only one GD Chip production line.
The crude handmade Lithography Machine was simply too troublesome and exhausting to build!
Besides, a single production line could produce 120 chips per hour, and two lines were basically enough to meet the racers' needs.
Without accounting for overtime, a single line could produce around 36,000 chips a month, with a difference of 1,200 chips from month to month, except for February.
Despite all the hype online, GD Racers' actual audience was nowhere near as large as it appeared.
After all, this toy had a fairly high barrier to entry.
Even that was only because Electric Roller Skates had lowered the physical barrier, while customizers had lowered the mental barrier. Otherwise, GD Racers would have had an even smaller audience.
Of course, that did not stop people from learning about GD Racers.
It was the same as watching ball games or esports competitions.
--I don't play, but I watch for fun.
"Dad, take me there, okay?"
Liang Xing had long since completely absorbed this body's memories. He could joke around with his father without the slightest sense of distance.
"Your mother specifically told me to pick you up. She knew you were so busy you'd nearly forget!"
It was certainly a good thing for a son to be outstanding, but being too obsessed with research might not be.
Liang's Father had lived his whole life upright and honorable.
He was easygoing, willing to let his children strive on their own, and quietly supported them from behind.
When the Toy Factory had been on the verge of collapse, he had been willing to support Liang Xing with everything he had. But now that they had such profits, he no longer wanted Liang Xing to push himself so hard.
There would never be enough money to earn!
With his father-in-law's example before him, Liang's Father did not want Liang Xing to work himself into the ground over the Toy Factory as well.
"I still have so many, so many ideas I want to put into practice. Of course I can't slack off!"
Liang Xing sat in the passenger seat while Liang's Father drove.
"You were always clever and mischievous when you were little. Now you have even more ideas. That's good."
Whenever Liang Xing spoke about his ideas, his eyes seemed to shine.
Liang's Father recalled that his father-in-law had tried to stop his children from pursuing their dreams, which had eventually led them to refuse to take over as director of the Toy Factory.
If he stopped Liang Xing's research because he was worried about him working too hard, would he not be following in his father-in-law's footsteps?
Easygoing people actually had plenty on their minds. They simply kept it all bottled up.
Like Liang's Father—everything he wanted to say ultimately condensed into one encouraging sentence.
--That's good.
"Of course! Your son's smart!" Liang Xing said smugly, chattering on about his ideas.
"I want to launch a satellite and cover the whole country. Then a lot of my ideas can become reality!"
Liang Xing had already thought it over. Around seven or eight hundred million Huaxia Currency should be enough.
--Build it myself, launch it myself.
"...To make toys?" Liang's Father did not react right away. Wasn't their family a Toy Factory?
"Of course! Holographic Projection toys. They'd be super cool!"
Liang Xing was extremely excited, though he only showed this slight childishness in front of his parents.
"You're... researching that now?"
Liang's Father had no hobbies. Other than work, he only watched the news.
So he knew that Holographic Projection technology in Huaxia and abroad was still far from mature.
And he did not seem to have heard that Holographic Projection required launching satellites.
"Yep! I've already finished the design. As soon as the funds are in place, it's going into space!" Liang Xing made a soaring gesture, clearly unwavering in his faith in his design.
Liang's Father fell silent for a moment, then voiced his support. "That's good."
After all, Liang Xing had earned the money himself, so he could do whatever he wanted with it.
As long as GD Racers remained their foundation, no one in the family would live badly.
Besides, he was sending a satellite into space, not going up himself. What was there to worry about?
"Oh, right, Dad. Have you settled things with the distributors? There are so many of them. If some are too hard to negotiate with, forget it. We can open our own stores later."
Liang Xing did not dwell on the satellite issue. He had never been the type to show off. It was just that in front of his father, a child could not help feeling an odd urge to express himself.
He was trying to prove to his father that his son would become his pride.
"Right! You kept interrupting me and nearly made me forget."
Only then did Liang's Father remember his purpose. Picking Liang Xing up for Baishi Mountain had merely been convenient; his main reason was to discuss the distributors.
"I had them pay for our employees to install the tracks. Every distributor's store has to meet our standards before they're allowed to receive goods. Payment first, goods afterward. Giving them a ten-percent margin is enough. Did you even listen to the voice message I sent you?"
"I did!"
Liang's Father's voice messages often ran for dozens of seconds. Liang Xing simply did not have time to listen to them all. He would listen to the beginning, figure out what it was about, and reply, 'Dad, just handle it however you see fit!'
It had never failed him!
"That tone of yours—you definitely didn't listen to the whole thing." Liang's Father shook his head. Too lazy to pursue it, he continued, "The distributors' employees still need training. You need to make unified arrangements for that."
During this period, the distributors' employees had mostly relied on Good Conscience Community, but many of the posts were merely personal opinions, so mistakes and omissions were inevitable.
Liang Xing had shut himself away for research, and Liang's Father had not disturbed him.
Liang Xing would definitely make an appearance at the First GD Racing Tournament today, which was why Liang's Father had waited outside to catch him.
Liang's Father was still quite considerate. Since the distributors had paid so promptly, his family could not let them down.
"Can't you just have Zhou Shuya and the others train them?"
"When would they have the time?"
"Oh—right, right! The tournament! They really don't have time. Fine! Once the tournament ends, I'll arrange shifts and free up some people to train them."
Liang Xing truly did not care much about this sort of thing.
After all, practice made perfect. The employees in Baisha City and Baisha County had seen plenty, and with the manuals Liang Xing provided, they could basically all serve as training instructors.
The other employees would just have to work hard for a few days. As long as the overtime pay was generous, it was simple enough.
Liang Xing never talked to his employees about dreams. He just paid them directly!
The more work they did, the more money they earned.
The physical stores were packed every day, and the employees had received so many bonuses their hands were practically cramping. A little overtime was something they practically begged for.
"We're here."
"Perfect timing."
As Liang Xing got out of the car, Zhou Shuya was just preparing to take to the sky.
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