Father-Son Conversation

Time spent working with head down always passes especially quickly.

The first Baisha City GD Racing Tournament is about to begin.

"You finally decided to come out." Liang's Father blocked Liang Xing at the entrance of the toy factory.

"Dad? Why aren't you watching the race?"

When Liang Xing personally gets to work, there's absolutely no wasted motion in assembling the production equipment.

This means manual repetitive labor doesn't significantly speed up the efficiency of equipment assembly.

But the fastest-updating parts in GD Racing are always the components other than the GD Chip; most racers only need to buy one base model car in their entire lives.

After all, the adaptive function itself requires a lot of actual running, so the chip naturally gets stronger with use, but whether it's collisions or tire wear, those parts get replaced the fastest.

So throughout the entire toy factory, there are only two GD Chip production lines, while the lines for various parts keep increasing.

It's mainly the parts production lines—they can be modified slightly from Mini 4WD production lines, which is especially convenient.

But in the nearly three months since opening, Liang Xing has only added one GD Chip production line.

Honestly, making a handmade, crude lithography machine is too troublesome, too exhausting!

Besides, with a single line producing 120 chips per hour, two lines basically meet the racers' needs.

Without considering overtime, a single line produces about 36,000 chips per month, with a margin of 1,200, excluding February.

Don't let the online buzz fool you—the actual audience for GD Racing is far smaller than it seems.

After all, the barrier to entry for this toy is actually quite high~

And that's only because Electric Roller Skates lowered the physical threshold, and tuners lowered the mental one; otherwise, the audience for GD Racing would be even smaller.

Of course, that doesn't stop people from learning about GD Racing.

It's the same as watching sports or esports.

—I don't play, but I watch for the fun of it.

"Dad~ Take me to the venue?"

Liang Xing had long fully accepted the memories of this body, and joking around with his father came naturally, without any awkwardness.

"Your mother specifically asked me to pick you up—she knew you'd almost forget!"

Having an outstanding son is a good thing, but being too absorbed in research isn't necessarily.

Liang's Father has lived his life straight and upright.

He's the easygoing type, willing to let his children forge their own paths while quietly offering support.

When the toy factory was on the verge of bankruptcy, he was willing to fully back Liang Xing, but now that it's turning a profit, he doesn't want Liang Xing to push himself too hard.

Money can never be earned enough!

With his father-in-law's example as a warning, Liang's Father doesn't want Liang Xing to collapse from overwork over the toy factory either.

"I still have so many ideas I want to put into action, so I can't slack off!"

Liang Xing sat in the passenger seat while Liang's Father drove.

"You were clever as a kid, and now you've got even more ideas—that's good."

When Liang Xing talked about his ideas, his eyes seemed to shine.

Liang's Father recalled how his father-in-law had blocked his children from pursuing their dreams, which led them to refuse taking over as factory director later.

If he stopped Liang Xing's research out of fear of overwork, wouldn't he be walking the same path as his father-in-law?

Easygoing people actually think a lot; they just keep it bottled up.

Like Liang's Father—a belly full of words all condensed into that one encouragement.

—That's good.

"Of course! Your son's brilliant!" Liang Xing said smugly, chattering on about his ideas.

"I want to launch a satellite, one that covers the whole country—then a lot of my ideas can come true!"

Liang Xing had already figured it out; about seven or eight hundred million Huaxia Currency should be enough.

—Do it myself, launch it myself.

"...For toys?" Liang's Father was momentarily confused—aren't we a toy factory?

"Right! Holographic Projection toys, super cool!"

Liang Xing was especially excited, but he only showed this childish side in front of his parents.

"Are you... researching that now?"

Liang's Father had no hobbies; aside from work, he just watched the news.

So he knew that holographic projection technology, both in Huaxia and abroad, was still immature.

And he hadn't heard of holographic projection requiring a satellite launch either.

"Right! I've already designed it. Just need the funds in place, and it'll go up immediately!" Liang Xing gestured with a rocket-launch motion, clearly unwavering in his design.

Liang's Father paused for a moment, then expressed his support: "That's fine."

After all, the money was all earned by Liang Xing, so he could do whatever he wanted with it.

As long as the GD Racing core business remained stable, everyone's life wouldn't be too bad.

It was just putting a satellite into space, not going up himself—what was there to worry about?

"By the way, Dad. Have the distributors been settled? If too many of them can't agree on terms, just forget it. We'll open our own stores later."

Liang Xing didn't dwell on the satellite issue either; he wasn't the type to show off. But in front of his father, a child inevitably had a strange urge to express himself.

He was trying to prove to his father that his son would become his pride.

"Right! You kept interrupting, I almost forgot."

Liang's Father finally remembered his purpose. Picking up Liang Xing to go to Baishi Mountain was just a side task; the main thing was to talk about the distributors.

"I told them to hire our employees to install the tracks. Every distributor's store must meet our requirements before they're allowed to take stock. Payment first, goods later. Give them a 10% profit margin. Did you even listen to the voice messages I sent you?"

"I did!"

Liang's Father's voice messages were often dozens of seconds long. Liang Xing never had time to listen to them all—he'd just catch the beginning, know what it was about, and reply, 'Dad, just handle it yourself!'

It worked every time!

"Your tone~ you definitely didn't listen to the whole thing." Liang's Father shook his head, too lazy to press the issue, and continued, "The distributor's employees need training too. You'll have to arrange that uniformly."

Lately, the distributor's employees had mostly been relying on the Good Conscience Community, but since many people had their own opinions, mistakes were inevitable.

Liang Xing had been in seclusion for research, so Liang's Father hadn't disturbed him.

Today, the first GD Racing Tournament required his appearance, which was why he'd blocked the door to catch him.

Liang's Father was still quite fair. Since the distributors paid promptly, they shouldn't let them down either.

"Can't you just have Zhou Shuya and the others handle the training?"

"How would they have time?"

"Oh—right, right, right! The tournament~ they really don't have time. Fine! After the tournament ends, I'll arrange shift changes and free up people to train them."

This kind of thing, Liang Xing really didn't care much about.

After all, practice makes perfect. The employees from Baisha City and Baisha County had seen enough, and with the manuals Liang Xing provided, they could basically serve as training instructors.

Just a few extra days of hard work for the other employees, with overtime pay covered—pretty simple.

Liang Xing never talked about ideals with his employees; he just gave them money directly!

Do more work, get more pay.

The physical stores were packed every day, and the employees were earning bonuses until their hands went soft. Overtime was something they practically welcomed.

"We're here."

"Right on time~"

As Liang Xing got out of the car, Zhou Shuya was about to go up into the sky.