Return to Hong Kong Island for a Century

Chapter 214 No Bottom Line (First Update, 3000 words)

Li Song breathed a sigh of relief; he hadn't really prepared to meet his parents.

Li Song felt that, how should he put it, he seemed to like other people's bodies... and often prioritized his own gains and losses, which felt somewhat selfish.

But there's no way around it. In my previous life, my society was impacted by many things that shattered my worldview, so I had to become a little selfish.

Of course, it can't be called selfish; it's about considering risk avoidance when doing things. It's about being an unethical person because if you encounter an unethical judge, then you're finished.

The law is supposed to be the bottom line of morality, but that's not always the case. Sometimes there's no bottom line at all, and some things are simply unbelievable.

Regardless, Li Song felt he had already given enough. If they liked each other, they could stay together; if they didn't feel comfortable, they could stay together.

On September 13, 1980, Li Song traveled from Guangzhou back to Hong Kong Island.

After returning to Hong Kong Island, Li Song called Liu Jiale: "Brother Le."

"Boss, I'll be at the magazine office tomorrow to report some work to you." Liu Jiale no longer has Sundays.

"Okay." That was the purpose of Li Song's call.

Li Song called Tian Jiahui again: "Old Tian!"

"Boss, the people from the International Motorcycle Racing Federation came yesterday. I feel this isn't like the style of those Westerners; they're a bit too proactive. They said they could help us design, build, and promote rally races," Tian Jiahui said on the phone.

"As long as they're willing." Upon hearing this, Li Song guessed it was related to the notebook.

Tian Jiahui continued on the phone, "I briefly explained the situation to them. They said they needed the terrain data for exploration and would design the track for us for free. They also hinted that if we didn't have enough money, they could give us some subsidies."

“I asked around and found out that it’s very difficult to organize a race. Moreover, my acquaintance said that these associations are actually backed by other motorcycle manufacturers. I have a feeling that these guys have ulterior motives.”

"They also want to meet you."

"Let's meet on Monday then," Li Song said.

“Alright, I’ll get back to them right away,” Tian Jiahui continued.

“There’s nothing else particularly important. Should I report to you on Monday?” Tian Jiahui asked again.

"Then Monday, next Sunday, is it okay for me to move?" Li Song asked again.

"No problem, the renovation is finished. Jiahao even brought people to inspect it and gave some suggestions," Tian Jiahui replied.

"That's good."

"Also, have Zhang Dehua come over next week. We have some small business to discuss." Li Song was referring to the cosmetics patent.

"Ok."

Li Song told A Lin about his move next week, and A Lin was very happy because Li Song said he would transfer the house to her on her birthday.

Li Song was helpless when faced with the hopeless and incompetent A-Lin.

But thinking about it carefully, if Arlene were to start her own business, she might end up spending even more money.

So sometimes, changing your perspective can help you see things more clearly.

The International Motorcycle Racing Federation (FISM) leaked the news of its initial contact with Parkson Motors to the Japanese side.

After learning that Parkson Company was planning to build a motorcycle off-road rally track around Taihu Lake, Xiaobenzi began preparations.

Given the current situation, the competition should be held in winter. Several motorcycle manufacturers in Japan have started a special training department to adjust the racers and motorcycles, determined to ruin BMW motorcycles' reputation.

Because the little notebook has this confidence.

It's fair to say that even before Li Song's off-road motorcycles have been produced and he doesn't have any racers yet, his team has already begun targeted design and training.

On Sunday, Li Song arrived at the magazine office. Amin was already there. Li Song first looked at the comics Amin had drawn. Because she was in school, her drawings weren't as cheerful as before.

“Good, let’s go with this style.” Li Song looked at the comic drawn by Amin, which was in the same style as Ice Age, and the main characters’ appearances were also similar.

The main character needs to be distinctive in order to be remembered. Even if it is not like a squirrel, it is because it is the main character. The main character needs to be remembered and its differences need to be immediately apparent.

If all the drawings are drawn to look exactly the same, then they will appear ordinary.

"We'll have the magazine sign a contract with you later. Once you've finished drawing, you'll start publishing in the magazine, and then we'll make an animated film." Li Song breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, Amin had some talent and wasn't like Alin who gave up.

"Ah, a contract, publication?" Amin looked at Li Song in surprise.

"Hmm, lacking confidence?" Li Song also looked at Amin. At this time, Amin still had a little baby fat, completely unlike how she would look later.

"Uh-huh!"

"who am I?"

"..."

"If I give you all this guidance and you still can't get a contract, am I the loser or are you the loser?"

"Thank you, Brother Song, thank you." Amin quickly shrank her neck and then thanked him.

"Okay, you can draw it yourself." Li Song went to Liu Jiale's office. Liu Jiale didn't know what Li Song was thinking about tutoring Amin, nor did he try to guess, since Li Song was the boss.

"Brother Le, this is a script I had someone write. It's just an investment to have it filmed in mainland China. I've already made all the arrangements there. Consider it my personal investment," Li Song said, taking out the script.

"Okay." Liu Jiale picked up the script and put it aside.

“Boss, I’ve decided to locate the TV station in Kwun Tong. The manufacturing industry on Hong Kong Island has been declining in recent years, and everyone has gone into the stock market. I’ve got my eye on this area of ​​property. The office building can be renovated and used as the TV station’s office, and the three factory buildings can be converted into a studio.” Liu Jiale handed a document to Li Song.

"Hmm!" Li Song looked around. This factory was built in the 60s and is now almost twenty years old, but the main structure is fine.

Li Song also knew that Kwun Tong was still an industrial area, but with the development of Hong Kong Island's financial industry, the industry would gradually decline.

“I happen to have some businesses in Kwun Tong, so this is good.” Li Song glanced at the property and agreed with Liu Jiale’s idea.

"Boss, Ah Long and Jiahe are wrapping up filming next Sunday, and they'd like to invite you again," Liu Jiale said.

“Sunday, then there’s no problem.” Li Song knew that since Liu Jiale brought this up a second time, he probably had his own reasons.

Thinking that there would be many more opportunities to cooperate with Golden Harvest in the future, Li Song agreed immediately.

"Wang Jing's project wraps up next Tuesday..." Liu Jiale added.

"Forget about this, I'll go to the premiere later." Li Song felt it was unnecessary.

"Yes, he's already signed with us, but we're not ready for anything yet. However, Golden Harvest said they can use their film set and have the manpower, so I think it would be better for the boss to attend the wrap party in person," Liu Jiale continued.

“Then let Wang Jing continue filming, invest more, and encourage him to be bolder,” Li Song continued.

In fact, Wang Jing had already started making films with the help of his father in history.

However, in this timeline, due to the Ghost Blows Out the Light TV series, TVB was thrown into disarray by ATV and produced more than a dozen TV series with only a few episodes each.

The reason for filming several episodes is to film two episodes first and then air them to see the ratings. If the ratings are not good, we will end the series quickly.

This is how TVB operates; if the ratings are good, they'll temporarily change the script.

Well, to put it simply, many TVB dramas don't actually have a script; they'll film tomorrow and only start writing it today.

Often, scripts start with just two episodes; if the ratings are high, they film more; if not, they end the series quickly.

After more than a dozen TV series flopped, Mr. Shao lost confidence and became more cautious about new movies and TV series.

The leaders are cautious, so those responsible for reviewing the applications below are even more stringent.

This drove the directors and screenwriters to despair, complaining that this wouldn't work and that wouldn't work.

The director finally got it approved, then filmed two episodes, which flopped, and now they're going to have to finish the series in a few episodes.

The director was under a lot of pressure, and the staff under him were also under a lot of pressure during filming, which led to two major accidents in a row.

Unlike in the past, Wang Jing didn't get any film roles.

"Ok."

"Boss, how about you write a script? After all, it's our TV station's first drama series," Liu Jiale said.

"I don't have much time lately, but I'll think about it." Li Song didn't refuse outright; after all, it was his family's business.

“We could have chosen not to produce TV dramas, but since Shaw Brothers is clearly targeting us, we need to show others the strength of our TV station,” Liu Jiale continued.

"Hmm." Li Song thought that made sense, but this put pressure on him because writing a script and the popularity of the filmed product are not directly related.

"We'll sign Amin's comic to our magazine later, and then adapt it into an animated film," Li Song added.

“Okay, boss.” Liu Jiale nodded.

"Boss, Interstellar Mercenaries will be streaming on Ame next Saturday night. I wonder how it will turn out," Liu Jiale said.

"As long as we go online, we've won," Li Song said.

"Yes, Lucas's Jurassic Park is preparing for next summer's release, and they've already started customizing the props."

"He also invited you, boss, to the film set," Liu Jiale continued.

"Forget it." Li Song dared not go to Amei now.

“I’m facing some competition from Boeing, McDonnell Douglas, and Airbus. I’m afraid I won’t dare to go to Western countries anymore,” Li Song said, shaking his head.

"what?"

"You'll understand later. You also need to be careful in the future, so you don't get set up," Li Song continued.

"Okay." Liu Jiale was curious when he heard Li Song say that, but since Li Song didn't say anything, he didn't ask.

"Boss, you mean these aircraft manufacturing companies can...?"

"Hehe, what's the background of these people? Their ancestors were all bandits. But you're fine, as long as I'm alright, nothing will happen to you." Li Song chuckled. When a civilian airliner from South Korea was shot down by the "fat bear" in 1983, he would know that the West had no bottom line in doing things. The passengers on the plane were probably secretly killed before takeoff.

(End of this chapter)