I Asked You to Make Props. What the Hell Is Nantianmen Planning?

"Boss Jiang, give me 50,000 yuan and three days to build me a real fighter prop! It has to be cool and it can run!" Looking at the 50,000 yuan from the director of the bad movie, and then looking at his four-year-old daughter behind him who was tugging at the corner of his clothes and screaming that she was hungry, Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and accepted the order. The next second, [Future Industrial Light System] awakens. Jiang Chen: "The director wants it to look real? Okay, then I'll make it look real for you!" Three days later, an aerial fighter plane named "White Emperor" appeared. The director looked at the smooth rivet-free fuselage and cursed: "It's too fake! How can this have an industrial feel? Refund it!" The nation was shocked when the prop was forced onto the set and appeared as a ghost on the radar, playing tricks on the Air Force ace! "What the hell is this a prop? Anti-gravity engine, full-band stealth... You call this a model worth 50,000 yuan?" But this is just the beginning. The director wants to film a mecha battle. Jiang Chen took out the thirty-meter-tall [Chengying] tactical mecha and raised the tank with one hand. The director wants to make an interstellar war. Jiang Chen silently drove the [Luanniao] space carrier out of the atmosphere, blocking half of the earth's sunlight. A few years later, alien civilization invaded Blue Star. A pretty little loli pointed at the Nantianmen fleet that was all over the sky, and showed off to her classmates in a coquettish voice: "Look! Those are toys made by my father for me! My father said that as long as I eat well, he will give me the biggest spaceship as a birthday gift!" Global Collapse: "You call the Nantianmen Project a movie?" Jiang Chen helplessly spread his hands: "Don't talk nonsense, I am really a model maker, and my craftsmanship is only a little bit better."