131: Chapter 131 was hasty.

After explaining the specific arrangements for "not doing anything human," Meimei couldn't help but click her tongue. "Brother Yang, this is a massive project!"

Zhao Yang nodded. "Right. Besides collaborating with Hongdou Technology, we also need to recruit a group of professionals. In the initial stage, we'll borrow some people from America's special effects company and then train our own later. Through this project, Tomorrow Culture will pioneer a brand-new Domain. You don't need to worry about the money!"

Meimei clenched her fists with an excited expression. "Brother Yang, I've got it!"

"Have you secured the adaptation rights for 'erna assault'?"

Meimei nodded. "Yes, I've got the adaptation rights for film, animation, and Literature."

"Good," Zhao Yang smiled. "In a bit, draft a profit-sharing agreement for literary works based on the model used for those two songs from 'Star Ocean.' I plan to adapt 'erna assault' into a novel and simultaneously initiate its film and television adaptation, turning it into a TV series."

"Huh?" Meimei was stunned. "A TV series? Military-themed? What's it called?"

"soldiers sortie," Zhao Yang smiled slightly.

"erna assault" was the predecessor of the famous "soldiers sortie" from later generations, originally a script for a military stage play. Now that he had the rights, adapting it into a novel and then a TV series would bring this classic to light earlier and help correct the somewhat deviating trend in the film and television industry.

Although Meimei felt that military dramas might not be very profitable, Zhao Yang's decisions had never been wrong. She felt that if she couldn't understand it, it must be because her level wasn't high enough. She would just work and ponder it at the same time; there would eventually come a time when she understood.

After digesting this information, she added, "Brother Yang, you mentioned before that I should keep an eye out for opportunities in traditional culture. There's a project now that I'm a bit unsure about. Can you take a look for me?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"There's a crosstalk group at Guangde Building..."

Zhao Yang was stunned. He didn't even need to hear the rest.

Guangde Building—the Guo-Yu duo—Deyun Society.

It was that short, stout man and the one with curly hair who, wearing traditional gowns, took crosstalk to the whole world. Countless Dragon people in foreign lands fell asleep listening to their crosstalk.

Regardless of whether it was considered vulgar or not, or what their character was like, they brought the sounds of home to the entire world. They allowed Dragon people worldwide to find a sense of belonging and their roots in the voices of their hometown.

He wanted to ask everyone in the crosstalk circle—who else could do that?

"Brother Yang? Should we invest or not?" Seeing Zhao Yang's absent-mindedness, Meimei's voice grew quieter. "If you think it's not very reliable, I'll tell Teacher Guo..."

"Invest," Zhao Yang snapped back to his senses, his voice resolute.

Meimei was taken aback. "I thought you didn't want to invest."

"How much do they want? Is ten million enough?"

Meimei swallowed hard. "Brother Yang, are you trying to scare them to death? They only want to borrow fifty thousand yuan for an emergency. I just thought we might as well invest instead."

That was careless!

Zhao Yang gave a bitter smile—he was such a loathsome rich man.

He thought for a moment and said, "Go and negotiate, and bring some sincerity. Old Guo is quite traditional and sticks to old etiquette, so be careful not to offend him. Old Yu is a good person and easier to talk to."

Meimei scratched her head. "Brother Yang, why do I feel like you already know them?"

"I've heard their crosstalk," Zhao Yang smiled, unable to say more. He couldn't exactly tell Meimei about Teacher Yu's three great hobbies.

There was originally one day of vacation left, but early the next morning, Zhao Yang received a call from Director Gao Wenbo, telling him to go to the Ministry of Public Security for a meeting. Zhao Yang could only feel secretly depressed—once you're in the system, vacations are purely up to fate. With a meeting in the morning, he'd have to be busy in the afternoon; that one lost day of rest would just have to be considered a donation to the dogs.

Time reached the end of April.

An article titled "Dragon Country Achieves Major Breakthrough in Viral Hepatitis Treatment—Specialized Drugs for Hepatitis C and B Officially Launched" spread across the globe. "Ganfu Kangning," the research led by Bai Xiaohe, was finally released. In this timeline, it had a name belonging to the Dragon Country.

Zhao Yang was just about to call Bai Xiaohe to congratulate her when her call came in first.

"Hello, Zhao Yang, did you see the news?"

Zhao Yang laughed. "Congratulations, Savior. It's finally done."

"Stop teasing me! For this matter, I can only say I haven't failed your trust. Are you free tonight?"

"Are you inviting me to dinner?"

"Yes, a family dinner. My dad wants to thank you too."

"Sure, what time?"

"Whenever you're free, just come over after work."

After chatting for a few more minutes, Zhao Yang had just put down his phone when Bai Erru's call came in, also inviting him to dinner. Zhao Yang didn't mention that Bai Xiaohe had already invited him and happily agreed.

That evening, Zhao Yang drove to Xishan Villa. He didn't go directly to Bai Erru's house but parked his car at the entrance of his own villa.

The villa's renovation was finished.

With design blueprints that Huang Zhenhua had exhausted himself over, and Bai Erru providing the funds and construction team, it was built with high-quality materials. From the outside, the entire villa looked like a castle from a fairy tale; inside, it was a modern minimalist style. The materials were expensive, yet it didn't have an overwhelming sense of luxury, only a low-key refinement. It suited Zhao Yang's aesthetics perfectly.

Looking at the empty living room, Zhao Yang suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly—what was the point of such a nice renovation when he still slept on that flat board bed in the dormitory every day?

This was his first time here. He walked through every room and sat on every sofa and bed. When he walked out, he suddenly felt something was off. How did his behavior just now seem so much like Zhao Dehan from 'in the name of the people'?

Hiss... Zhao Yang shook his head. Why think about that guy? It's bad luck!

So, he tossed those random thoughts out of his mind and strolled over to Bai Erru's house.

Bai Xiaohe ran to the door to welcome Zhao Yang in. Zhao Yang glanced at her. "You've lost weight; you need to eat more."

Bai Xiaohe smiled bitterly. "Why are you just like my dad? That's the first thing he says when we meet. Don't worry, I was just too busy a while ago. I'll eat more lately."

"Zhao Yang! Come in, have a seat!" Bai Erru's enthusiasm was palpable.

The launch of Ganfu Kangning marked the Bai family's firm foothold in the pharmaceutical field. Although they had promised the authorities that the domestic price wouldn't be too high, the base of the domestic liver disease population was huge. When calculated in total, the profit was unprecedented. Moreover, the international price wouldn't be so cheap—the overseas profits would be even more staggering.

Making money was just one minor aspect. More importantly, through this matter, the Bai family's connection with the Dragon Country authorities had become closer. The benefits to their other businesses were also immense. And all these benefits, when traced back, all originated from the things Zhao Yang had brought that day.

Bai Erru had even daydreamed about Zhao Yang becoming his son-in-law. But he knew that was just a dream. Looking at Zhao Yang's momentum, it wasn't that he needed the Bai family, but rather whether he was willing to let the Bai family tag along.

The dinner was very sumptuous. There were only four people in the house, and they chatted freely while eating. Bai Erru even intentionally or unintentionally made jokes about Zhao Yang and Bai Xiaohe, often making Bai Xiaohe's face turn bright red.

Zhao Yang felt that as a father, he was losing some dignity, and Yang Jingqiu frequently gave Bai Erru glares, telling him to maintain his image as an elder.

Finally, Bai Xiaohe began to fight back. She directly started an academic topic. Zhao Yang also wanted to distance himself from the slightly improper Bai Erru, so he cooperated and joined the conversation.

He didn't notice that in the field of Chemistry, he was at Level 6, which was no lower than Bai Xiaohe. After only a few minutes of talking, Bai Xiaohe's eyes began to shine, and she hurriedly pulled Zhao Yang into the study.

Watching their retreating figures, Bai Erru revealed an old fox-like smile...