Prologue, when a person is about to die

Zhang Ming, whose work suddenly became less demanding, experienced an outpouring of paternal love, only to be met with Zhang Xing's relentless criticism. After much effort, he arranged a job for his child, but Zhang Xing quit after just one month to start his own business, leaving Zhang Ming extremely frustrated. However, the subsequent results proved that the child was far more capable than he was, which left Zhang Ming with a facade of great satisfaction while feeling deeply troubled inside.

Zhang Ming, feeling a bit dazed, thought he saw his grandson again and happily said: "Zhang Xing, dear, Grandpa is just a little tired, I might not be able to get up. Your favorite small machete is still kept by Grandpa, I will ask your father to fetch it later."

Zhang Ming is fully aware that he is currently lying in the Jinrui Hospital, which is located on the sea of the Rabbit Kingdom, in a special care ward

What happens when a person dies? Zhang Ming can now say with certainty that they will dream

Until the birth of his grandson, Zhang Ming had just retired. Following the family tradition of Zhang's ancestors, he took over the guardianship of his grandson, which nearly led to a falling out with his wife and in-laws. This grandson was personally named Zhang Xing by Zhang Ming, signifying that the prosperity and success of the Zhang family depended on him. However, under Zhang Ming's indulgence, the grandson did not learn well from a young age, consistently performing poorly in his studies. Ultimately, after graduating from high school, he did not even qualify for university. His scores were so low that even Zhang Ming felt embarrassed to spend money to enroll him in college.

It turns out that my mother is the villain, I have been deceived for so many years! Zhang Ming thought angrily

However, even in his dreams, Zhang Ming knew that if his cries were not loud enough, he would be beaten even more severely. Therefore, Zhang Ming always cooperated with his father's slaps, and with each hit, regardless of the pain, he made sure to scream with all his might

At this moment, Mother showed no signs of crying, pulling Father and saying: "The little rascal is becoming increasingly indifferent to being punished; now even crying seems to be an act. Are you hitting him too lightly?"

The child bit on a finger, looking at Zhang Ming who was lying on the bed, and said: "Great-grandfather, why are you lying in bed and not getting up? It's almost noon."

After a long time of being beaten, Father finally calmed down. Zhang Ming naturally did not dare to get up from the bed immediately. He obediently lay on the bed, pretending to be unable to move due to the beating, intermittently crying, because if he stopped crying right away, it would expose him. Next time, his father might hit him even harder, and that would truly be self-destructive.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ming felt that the person looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't recall having this person at home.

Zhang Ming got married when he was just over thirty years old, and he has only one son. At that time, the national policy was family planning, and as a person working in a state-owned enterprise, Zhang Ming naturally did not dare to violate the national policy, otherwise he would be immediately dismissed from his position. Zhang Xing was raised by his grandparents during his childhood, and by the time Zhang Ming retired to a secondary position and had time to pay attention to his child, he found that his child had already graduated from university

Our family, the Zhangs, has prospered and thrived, leaving no regrets in death! No regrets in death!

The child still does not understand what great-grandfather is saying, while Zhang Xing beside him has already been reduced to tears.

Zhang Ming looked at his son, but in his heart, he was thinking of his grandson. This son has not been very close to Zhang Ming since childhood, mainly because he is too opinionated

The father did not show a fierce demeanor when he was hitting him in the house, and even scratched the back of his head, saying: "The child is so small, and has already been hit quite hard; hitting him again will break him."

Sun Zi Zhang Xing is not entirely without merit

Such an unconventional entrepreneurial path is naturally in stark contrast to the entrepreneurial philosophy of his father, Zhang Xing. Additionally, it should be noted that Zhang Ming is one of the main founders of the Roaring Studio. Since the age of sixty-three, Zhang Ming has accompanied his grandson in playing video games, continuing until he was eighty-nine, when he could no longer keep up with the games. This has led to numerous conflicts with his son and daughter-in-law. Moreover, his grandson, Zhang Xing, has become unruly with his grandfather's support, completely disregarding his academic performance, ultimately leading to the development of a gaming entrepreneurship concept.

This year he has already turned 103 years old. For someone of this age, it is not surprising when they pass away, so it is quite normal for Zhang Ming to be lying in the hospital ward. In recent days, Zhang Ming has felt his mind becoming increasingly muddled, often waking and sleeping intermittently. In this state, Zhang Ming discovered that he could actually control what dreams he had while asleep.

"Grandfather, Grandfather!" Zhang Ming strained to turn his head and saw a middle-aged man standing on the other side of the bed

"Hey, have you come to pick me up?" Zhang Ming said happily as he saw his wife's youthful face amidst a glow

Zhang Ming happily closed his eyes

The first dream he was able to control was when he wanted to recall his father and mother

Zhang Ming's son is over seventy years old, yet he remains quite vigorous, although his hair has turned white. Zhang Ming himself has lived a rather ordinary life and has not earned much money, but his son is a self-made billionaire. Therefore, in his old age, Zhang Ming can still enjoy a comfortable life in the special care ward of Jinrui Hospital

The scene in the dream is somewhat unsettling. His father is fiercely spanking him with a large hand, seemingly due to his failure in a recent exam. Meanwhile, his mother is unable to restrain his father, on the verge of tears. Zhang Ming is crying inconsolably, shouting until his voice is hoarse; in reality, the pain on his backside is not very severe. This kind of spanking with a large hand is akin to applause; it makes a loud sound but is not particularly painful.

Mother pulled Father out the door and closed the room's door. Zhang Ming realized that although he was lying on the bed, he could see and hear what was happening outside the door. However, thinking that he was dreaming, he felt at ease.

He dreamt of himself as a child being beaten, which was strange, as he had not been able to recall the appearance of his parents for over a decade. Yet in the dream, even while lying on the bed without turning around, he could clearly see the young faces of his father and mother. He gazed greedily at his father's youthful, even handsome face, and at his mother's smile, which was not particularly beautiful but always warm, feeling a sense of warmth and bittersweetness that he had never experienced before. He could clearly see the young faces of his father and mother, and he gazed greedily at his father's youthful, even handsome face, and at his mother's smile, which was not particularly beautiful but always warm, feeling a sense of warmth and bittersweetness that he had never experienced before

After speaking, Zhang Ming made an effort to open his eyes wide, turning his head to scan the people by the bedside. Hmm, besides six or seven particularly familiar faces sitting in chairs, there were also more than a dozen younger individuals gathered around. Zhang Ming could not recall who they all were, but he knew that these many people were his descendants. Zhang Ming smiled happily, reminiscing about his childhood when there were no others in the family except for his parents. Whenever his parents were at work and he was home alone, he could only flip through a few picture books repeatedly, reluctant to throw them away even when the pages were falling out. Now he was surrounded by children and grandchildren.

I am Zhang Xing, and you are my grandson. Grandpa, look who this is!" The middle-aged man pulled a child to the front of the bed, "Call great-grandpa, quickly call.

When Zhang Ming woke up, he found his son Zhang Xing sitting by the bedside. His son was already gray-haired and had a face full of wrinkles. Zhang Ming felt an inexplicable emptiness; when did his son become so old?

Zhang Ming is currently dreaming. Unlike others, Zhang Ming is aware that he is dreaming, and the content of his dreams is entirely of his own choosing

In Zhang Ming's view, his grandson Zhang Xing possesses significant leadership abilities. Zhang Xing organized a guild in a large online game and appointed himself as the president. The Roar Studio, which he established during high school, is a large guild organization that spans several fighting and action role-playing games, boasting over 150,000 online members. When Zhang Xing was 21 years old, the studio he founded, supported by his own pocket money and sponsorship from his grandfather Zhang Ming, managed to sustain itself for two years without incurring losses, achieving an annual profit of 2.1 million.