After all, his great-grandson would not be at a disadvantage, and besides, there was Chai Ren.
The people who dared to trick both their families weren’t many in Huaxia, Tang Qing, the "grassroots," definitely not included.
After the animation from Comet Movie and TV.
The feature film began.
The moment it started.
"Roar... Hiss..."
A huge extraterrestrial creature opened its mouth wide and roared into the sky, startling Zheng Xing; as the scene shifted, the ground was filled with countless such creatures, all barking furiously at the sky.
Not just that.
The view continued to elevate.
Countless such creatures rushed towards a man-made structure in the distance, which from afar looked like a massive firepower platform, densely packed weapons pouring ammunition, no, a barrage, at those monsters.
Speaking of the special effects of these monsters, Zheng Xing gave it full marks.
The enclosure wall was already a mountain of monster corpses.
"Boom..."
A loud explosion erupted in front of this building, blue electromagnetic guns firing spears long...
The more he watched...
The brighter Zheng Xing’s eyes shone.
And he watched with great relish.
You see, at his age, the only types he could really get into were historical dramas, spy or resistance war movies or TV films; he never watched anything else.
His generation, they favored reading, boasted a broad range of knowledge—they would curse those TV adaptations of history that simply existed to attract viewers and preferred not to see rather than complain.
They liked this kind of director least.
If you use Huaxia’s history, then do it properly.
What’s the point in making up history randomly? If you want to fabricate, go make martial arts films instead, so historical films, which align with his knowledge, were the only ones he would watch.
And science fiction.
Zheng Xing would only watch some of it.
He still couldn’t get into those commercial blockbusters, visual feasts, superheroes—he had absolutely no interest, those forgettable types were a complete waste of time to him.
But this sci-fi movie.
He was really drawn into it.
And watched it with great gusto.
This movie did not feature any superheroes, any battles against villains on Earth, any scientist wanting to destroy the world, or trivial matters, even romance was depicted very subtly.
The whole movie was filled with the clash of civilizations.
The struggle for living space.
The mystery of exoplanets.
The dangers of cosmic celestial bodies.
And the internal human debate over whether to utterly destroy the extraterrestrial creatures or to coexist relatively.
The movie ended.
Zheng Xing was silent for a long time.
After much contemplation.
He stared at Zheng Lin and asked seriously, "Is this your company’s movie?"
Zheng Lin quickly responded, "Yes, the script is by a domestically not very famous sci-fi writer, and the special effects team also is local. We plan to premiere it on New Year’s Day. In fact, if handled well, it can be globally released synchronously on our New Year’s Day."
Zheng Xing nodded.
Thought for a moment.
"I understand, very well."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Lin was overjoyed. He understood the meaning behind those words very well; if Zheng Xing thought it was feasible, it would definitely be released on New Year’s Day, and its screening share wouldn’t be small; all other movies would have to step aside.
"Thank you, Grandpa," Zheng Lin said happily.
Zheng Xing smiled.
"Okay, leave the material here. I will watch it again tonight, and you can come and pick it up tomorrow."
"Alright."
With Zheng Xing’s word, Zheng Lin completely relieved.