Huayu: This director is pretty strong.

Chapter 192 Transoceanic Warships Line Up, the Steel Roar of the Heavy Industry Base

Beijing Capital International Airport, Terminal 3.

A Boeing 747 cargo plane landed on the runway, the roar of its engines tearing through the morning mist.

Wu Gang, wearing a leather jacket, stood at the edge of the tarmac.

Behind him, five heavy trucks and two Coaster buses were lined up in a row, their headlights shining in the gray-white light.

The gangway was lowered.

Richard Taylor stepped off the plane.

He was tall with a thick beard and wore a plaid shirt.

Following closely behind were thirty core technical personnel from Weta Digital.

Wu Gang stepped forward and extended his hand: "Mr. Richard, welcome to Beijing."

Richard took his hand, his gaze sweeping around before finally settling on the hazy horizon.

"Wu, your efficiency has surprised me, but I must confess that I have reservations about your country's manufacturing capabilities."

He raised his hand and pointed to the equipment box behind him, speaking slowly but directly.

"Special effects must be based on realistic physical textures. If all you provide are foam boards and green screens, our technology is powerless to reverse the situation."

Wu Gang didn't argue, but simply opened the door of the Coaster: "Director Chen is waiting for you. He will show you what you want."

The convoy drove out of the airport and onto the highway, heading west.

Destination: Shijingshan District, Shougang Third Branch Plant.

Chen Yan, wearing a yellow safety helmet, stood beneath the massive gantry crane.

All around were the sounds of steel clashing and cutting.

Sparks poured down from mid-air, illuminating the metallic dust floating in the air.

The smells of engine oil, ozone, and burnt steel wafted over in gusts of cold wind.

More than 80 former laid-off workers have returned to their posts.

They operated the awakened heavy machinery with clean wrist movements, their actions honed through years of experience.

The Coaster bus came to a stop at the workshop entrance.

Richard got out of the car and stepped into the workshop, but stopped on the inside of the doorway.

He looked up, his gaze fixed on the huge machine in the very center of the workshop.

A massive metal base, eight meters in diameter, is covered with intricate hydraulic lines and gear transmission mechanisms.

The base's load-bearing shaft is made of genuine titanium alloy, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic sheen under the spotlight.

This is not a movie prop.

This is a truly heavy industrial machine capable of operating in extreme environments.

Chen Yan walked over: "Mr. Richard, the prototype of the planetary engine's base, a one-to-one replica, weighs 120 tons."

Richard strode forward and reached out to touch the rough weld seam on the metal surface.

"God……"

He turned to look at Chen Yan, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

"You really built it, in just two weeks?"

Wang Yuanchao walked over with a vernier caliper and handed it directly to a New Zealand engineer next to Richard.

"The error of the main load-bearing shaft shall not exceed 0.2 mm, and the working pressure of the hydraulic cylinder shall be 120 MPa."

Wang Yuanchao's voice drowned out the mechanical noise as his fingers tapped on several key points.

"The data in your computers can be directly applied to our physical model, and it will fit perfectly."

The engineer took the calipers and quickly measured several key points.

After seeing the scale clearly, he immediately nodded to Richard.

Richard's arrogance faded little by little, his palm still pressed against the weld, and the light in his eyes began to shine.

He extended his hand again: "Director Chen, I take back what I said before. Weta Digital will fully cooperate. This will be an industrial revolution that will change the history of film."

Chen Yan grasped his hand: "Unload the equipment, and start setting up the motion capture shed tomorrow."

Su Wan took the folder and walked over to Chen Yan, turning to the latest page of the report.

"Director Chen, the funds are being used up 30% faster than expected. The price of titanium alloy materials has increased, and with the customs clearance costs for the Vita team's equipment, Boss Yan's 50 million can only last for 10 days at most."

Chen Yan looked at the numbers on the report: "When will his second payment arrive?"

"The contract is for next month."

Su Wan pressed her fingertip against one of the lines, her brows furrowing.

"I received news that environmental inspections in Shanxi are very strict, and several of his main mining areas have been sealed off, indicating problems with his financial chain."

"Go to Taiyuan."

Chen Yan closed the folder and handed it back to her.

"Take the five-minute concept trailer that Weta rendered last night and tell Yan Haishan that this is his only talisman for the rest of his life. Tell him to sell everything he owns to raise the remaining 250 million."

"Okay, I'll book the tickets right away."

Su Wan turned and left.

The satellite phone in Chen Yan's pocket vibrated.

He walked to a relatively quiet corner outside the workshop and answered the phone.

On the other end of the phone was Liang Qinian, whose voice was deliberately muted, and the faint sound of police sirens could be heard in the background.

"Chen Yan, something's happened."

Liang Qinian spoke very quickly.

"I found the last few key accounts involved in the East Asia Trust money laundering case in 1996 and was preparing to apply for an arrest warrant, but the report was directly confiscated by the director."

Chen Yan's gaze fell on the towering steel furnace in the distance: "Lu Haiming has made his move?"

"Worse than that."

The soft sound of a lighter coming from Liang Qinian's side was quickly drowned out by the sound of the wind.

"The provincial department issued a direct notice for assistance in the investigation, bypassing the municipal bureau to establish a special task force; the target is you."

Chen Yan didn't speak, only listening to the static in the line.

"The charge is suspected economic fraud, accusing you of defrauding a Shanxi coal mine owner of 300 million yuan with a fake film project."

Liang Qinian paused for a moment, then lowered his voice even further.

"There are also reports that you are involved in organized crime, illegally detained, and assaulted Wang, the comprador."

He finished the second half of the sentence in one breath.

"The task force has set off, led by the deputy director of the provincial department. Lu Haiming has revealed all his cards this time; he intends to arrest you at your opening ceremony, in front of the national media."

Chen Yan's gaze lingered on a rusty nut on the ground for a long time.

"Officer Liang, are you safe now?"

"I was suspended from my duties, and my gun was confiscated."

Liang Qinian chuckled, but the smile remained dry and lifeless in the line.

"I'm calling you from a public phone booth on the street."

"Find a safe place to stay and don't do anything."

Chen Yan raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky.

"Leave the rest to me."

The phone hangs up.

Chen Yan turned and walked back to the workshop, back to the heart of that roaring steel.

Wang Yuanchao is directing the gantry crane, preparing to lift a huge armor plate.

"Chief Engineer Wang!"

Chen Yan shouted.

Wang Yuanchao turned around.

"The opening ceremony will be moved up and scheduled for 10 a.m. tomorrow."

Chen Yan's voice cut through the noise of the entire work area, landing between each machine.

Wang Yuanchao was taken aback: "Tomorrow? The site hasn't been leveled yet, and a lot of equipment is still being tested."

"No need to level it."

Chen Yan raised his arm and swept it over the messy machinery and steel parts scattered on the ground.

"This is the perfect backdrop."

He looked at the open-air plaza outside the workshop.

"Let the world see how we built this industrial fortress from ruins."

He turned to Wu Gang and said, "Notify all media outlets that tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM, at the open-air plaza of Shougang Third Factory, there are no entry requirements, and everyone is welcome."

Wu Gang nodded emphatically and strode away.

Chen Yan stood alone, his gaze fixed on the steel behemoth that was beginning to take shape in front of him.

Lu Haiming, you've prepared the execution ground for me.

Then I'll turn this execution ground into my home ground.