Fang Zhao decided to first observe the behavior of his "peers." Observe first, then take action. If he rashly walked in now, he would probably become an anomaly.
Thus, Fang Zhao decided to use this as an observation point and carefully observe the emotional and physical reactions of these people to the music.
After making up his mind, Fang Zhao fished out a small notebook and pen from his pocket. His ears captured every note as his eyes stared at the situation in the performance hall.
It was still early. The songs playing and the performers onstage weren't big names, but they could still ensure that there was a constant atmosphere and not an awkward silence.
According to Wayne, songs that were slightly slower but didn't lose their power and explosive power would be played first. Then, as the night deepened and the time got later, people would become more excited.
Fang Zhao planned to carefully observe this process. He held the rigorous attitude of an academic researcher when looking at this matter.
Perhaps it was because he had arrived early, but after requesting a suitable place to listen to music, the waiter had chosen this place for him. Indeed, the sound quality was very good. It could be said that on the way here, with Fang Zhao's hearing, he could clearly hear the difference. It was indeed better than the places he had visited along the way.
This was a semi-enclosed private room. The ceiling wasn't sealed, and the three-meter-tall wall behind him was solid. There were some decorations and an electric guitar. It hadn't undergone various New Era simplifications. It was built according to the Old Era electric guitars Fang Zhao was familiar with, but it definitely wasn't made in the Old Era. Those from the Old Era were considered antiques and expensive items. Even if the owner of this shop was a nouveau riche, he wouldn't go so far as to hang a real antique as decoration.
The two sides of the semi-enclosed private room were separated from the other private rooms by glass walls. The walls could be adjusted to be transparent or opaque according to the customer's request, or some colors, patterns, etc. As for the side facing the performance hall, there were some curtains made of special materials. These curtains could be put up or put down. When it was put down, it would be in different states. In the normal mode, it would be like a thin curtain that could be blown up with a gentle blow. However, in the "fully enclosed mode," it would become a completely opaque barrier that looked like it had been tempered. Without a bit of strength, it would not be easy to break in.
In order to observe the situation in the performance hall, Fang Zhao didn't lower the curtains.
When a waiter came in with a plate of cut fruit and snacks, he happened to see Fang Zhao taking out a notebook and pen from his pocket.
In the New Era, a wristband was all that was needed to make a phone call, surf the Internet, swipe a credit card, and so on. Everyone used electronic documents. People who used paper notebooks were a minority. People like Fang Zhao, who often carried a notebook in their pockets, were even rarer. When the waiter saw Fang Zhao sitting on the sofa and earnestly writing something, his eyes flashed with astonishment, but he quickly restrained himself. The eccentricities of customers were not something he could casually comment on.
Fang Zhao sensed the waiter's curious gaze, but he didn't mind. He carefully listened to every tune coming from the sound system. In the New Era, the information age was forged by new technology. The music environment was also not the era Fang Zhao was familiar with. Even though he had adapted for a year, he still hadn't completely assimilated and absorbed New Era music. He had only absorbed a portion and transformed a portion. Others said that he had perfectly blended classical and modern music, but only Fang Zhao himself knew that his creative style was very limited. This time, he wanted to make a new attempt to break free of those limitations.
Electronic music in the New Era used various New Era music tools, advanced post-production software, and processing methods to constantly challenge the limits of people's hearing. This was very attractive to Fang Zhao. Even though he still wasn't quite used to this style, he was willing to learn and absorb these new elements that had been developed over hundreds of years.
The experience of listening to concerts and videos through a virtual platform was indeed not as profound as listening to a physical store. The odor particles floating in the air, the vibrating sound waves, and all sorts of other noises scattered in the atmosphere were all elements that could trigger the sensory nerves. Sitting there, watching and listening to all this, Fang Zhao's mind surged with many thoughts.
He wrote down everything he had learned, observed, and discovered in his notebook. And even in the process of writing, Fang Zhao's ears never stopped catching those tunes. From time to time, he would raise his head to look at the people in the performance hall.
In the private room to Fang Zhao's left, a group of young employees who had just gotten off work were loudly chatting and laughing, venting all their repressed emotions from the day. When they were done talking, they entered the venue and wantonly moved about.
In the private room to Fang Zhao's right, a broken-hearted youngster was drinking. "Don't stop me, I still want to drink! Why did she break up with me? "His friend beside him couldn't persuade him.
Only Fang Zhao's side was strangely calm.
Passersby passed by the private rooms and gave Fang Zhao strange looks. They had probably never seen such a miraculous scene in their lives.
And just as Fang Zhao was writing furiously, three youngsters walked in. They were all dressed similarly, probably from the same company who had just gotten off work. The sleeves of their white shirts were rolled up to their elbows, and the collar was wide open, revealing firm muscles. Their hair looked very messy, but in reality, it was messy and orderly. They had a sort of youthful flamboyance and were also the type that was very popular with the ladies in the store.
A square-faced man came over and knocked on the coffee table in front of Fang Zhao. "Kid, we need to discuss something. Move over, let's switch places. You can go to the private room over there. We have already paid the bill."
Fang Zhao looked in the direction he was pointing at. He had walked over there when he had entered the store. The sound effects were definitely not as good as here, and he couldn't see the situation in the performance hall.
"Sorry, you guys should find someone else. I'm not changing," Fang Zhao said calmly.
The man's facial muscles twitched, and then he looked at Fang Zhao's notebook. "Hey, are you a primary school student? Coming here to do homework after school? "
As he spoke, he suddenly reached out to snatch Fang Zhao's notebook. However, just as he touched the notebook, he realized that a hand holding a fountain pen was pressing down on the notebook. He couldn't pull the notebook out no matter what. His muscular arm moved a few times, but he realized that he really couldn't pull the notebook out.
The other two people who had followed him in also came over. When they saw Fang Zhao's notebook and fountain pen, it was as if they had seen something funny. "He actually still uses a paper notebook and this sort of antique fountain pen. Nowadays, primary school students don't use these things. Only kindergarteners use them, right?"
The other guy laughed. "Actually, kindergarteners don't use these things. Paper notebooks are already outdated. However, it seems like the trend now is to use paper notebooks to pretend to be pretentious and artistic. It helps cultivate one's temperament and appears knowledgeable. Artistic youths are good at picking up girls."
Fang Zhao shook his head and ignored them. He couldn't be bothered with this bunch of brats.
"Hey, I say, you..."
The tallest guy rolled up his sleeves and walked over, but he was held back by the other guy.
"Why are you holding me back? This kind of person needs to be taught a lesson. I can't stand these pretty boys who pretend to be artistic! "The guy who was held back had an angry look on his face. When he spoke, he even reeked of alcohol.
When Fang Zhao heard this, he was amused. Pretty boy? Someone like him counted? Back at Silver Wing, there had been too many celebrities. Someone like Fang Zhao had really become a passerby. However, in the eyes of the masses, he could only be considered passable.
Fang Zhao didn't get angry because of these few words. After all, he wasn't a young brat who got easily agitated. In his eyes, these people were like a few kindergarteners in front of an adult saying, "Don't leave after school." He just listened and let it go. An old man like him wouldn't bicker with this bunch of brats over these words.
Wayne had said before that the good thing about this restaurant was that no one dared to cause trouble here. Those who did wouldn't have a good ending. Thus, Fang Zhao knew that these three brats wouldn't dare to mess around here. It was probably because the private rooms with good locations were already taken or had already been reserved, so they wanted to switch rooms. For this kind of thing, of course, they would pick the easy ones. After looking around, they had their eyes on Fang Zhao. There was only one person here, and he looked easy to deal with. They had originally wanted to say a few harsh words to chase him away, but they hadn't expected that he wouldn't fall for it.
The tallest guy seemed to want to use force, but he was held back by his companions. They really didn't dare mess around here. Even if they wanted to cause trouble, they had to look at the location. They didn't have the guts to be impudent here, but they could do it in secret.
After the three left, they turned around and spoke to the security chief in charge of the restaurant's safety. They said that there was someone who looked abnormal and suspected to be a dangerous person.
The three of them were all regular customers here and were familiar with the security team. When they saw the security team leader patrolling the shop, they ran over and seemed to mention it enthusiastically. They also cleverly described it in half-hidden words, using words such as "maybe" and "maybe".
"We are just three enthusiastic customers. We definitely don't have any personal grudges to disrupt the harmony of the restaurant. We just saw him when we went to the restroom. That guy really looked weird." The most honest of the three described the situation with Fang Zhao. He didn't exaggerate too much, but he emphasized a few points that could easily trigger the security chief's nerves. For example, Fang Zhao was staring at the performance hall as if he was observing. As he looked, he was scribbling in his palm-sized paper notebook.
"You don't see the way he looked at the performance hall. He didn't look like someone who came here to have fun. It was that kind of... Sigh, I can't explain it clearly. In any case, that guy definitely isn't normal. I feel that you should go over and check things out. Even if you don't find anything in the end, at least you can put the customers at ease, right? You don't know, but everyone who passed by that private room thought that guy was weird. "
When the security chief heard this, his nerves tensed up. In this kind of job, when they heard anything abnormal, they would first think of the worst and then resolve any factors that could cause problems in the restaurant. Thus, when he heard all this, his first reaction was that someone was plotting something against the restaurant. They were even eyeing the most crowded and lively performance hall, as if they were plotting something. If this was a planned terrorist attack or a bomb, their restaurant's reputation would be ruined! Even if he trusted the security equipment, he still had to be prepared.
Thus, after hearing this, the security chief quickly led his men to the private room.
Looking at the number of the private room and then at the person sitting inside with a serious expression, scribbling as if he was seriously thinking about something, the security chief knew that he had found the right person. He did indeed look a little abnormal.
The security guards in the shop wore uniforms similar to those worn by employees of large companies, so they didn't give off a threatening and ferocious aura.
The security chief led the four men into the private room, but he still maintained a polite expression.
"Excuse me, sir. We are the security personnel of 'Space'. Our daily inspection is for the safety of the store. Please cooperate with us. I would like to ask, sir, what are you doing? "the security chief asked.
"Listening to music and taking notes. Is there a problem? "Fang Zhao asked.
Problem? Big problem! Who the f * ck comes here to listen to music and take notes? Are you crazy?!
The smile on the security chief's face dimmed. But no matter what he was thinking, before they determined that the other party was a dangerous person, they still had to maintain the necessary courtesy. This was a high-end place. Even security personnel had to pay attention to their attitude. They had to have quality. That was what it meant to be classy! Not those shirtless indecent people with tattoos! Otherwise, if they were to be rude and offend someone, the one losing face would be their boss.
"Excuse me, may I have a look at the notes on it? If it involves privacy, then forget it. But please show me your relevant identification. Of course, it would be best if it is a professional identification, "the security chief said.
Fang Zhao sized up the five people who had entered and nodded. "Sure."
As he spoke, he handed over the notebook.
The security chief was flabbergasted. He had not expected that the other party would hand over the notebook so easily. However, the inspection still had to be done seriously.
"Thank you for your cooperation." Although he was only in charge of security, in a place like Space, he had seen a lot. When he received the notebook and touched the paper, he knew that this was the kind of high-end paper that was specially made for professionals. He had once seen a literary worker use it in a shop. A few of the higher-ups in the shop also liked to carry high-end mini paper notebooks in their pockets and a custom-made antique fountain pen on their chests. They had no use for them normally and were purely for showing off.
However, it was hard to say for the person in front of him. He could really be a literary and artistic worker who was different from the average person.
Thus, when he received the notebook, the security chief felt a little more sincere. The smile on his face became more appropriate. But when he flipped open the notebook and read the notes, the smile on his face became a little stiff and forced. The muscles on his cheeks trembled non-stop.
A security chief following behind him glanced over and glanced at the notebook. When he looked at Fang Zhao again, it was as if he was looking at a weirdo.
What the hell was "using non-linear thinking to carry out sound planning?"
And what the hell was "the multiplication of vocal music in the new era?" It could even split?
And what kind of space was "unconventional virtualization, liberalization, and three-dimensional sound field space?"
"The artistic expression of electronic music after going through virtualization, metamorphosis, recombination, and rebirth..." Oh, this seemed a little more understandable. He could understand the first four words. As for the "artistic expression," what kind of power was that?
Not to mention the security chief behind him, even the security chief felt a lot of pressure. In any case, he had graduated from a first-rate school, but now he felt like he was illiterate!
This, this, this... he could not understand this at all!
However, even though he could not understand, he knew that what was written was some professional analysis.
He flipped to the back.
It was probably a newly bought notebook. Many of the middle pages were not written, but the last few pages were. They were not words, but some symbols that he could not understand. Intermittently, a few lines were written, two paragraphs were left blank, and then a few more lines. The length of each line was different. It seemed to be some kind of password.
"These are?" The security captain pointed at the last few pages of the notebook.
"Music scores," Fang Zhao replied.
"Music... music scores?" The head of the security team was in a dilemma. It was not easy to interrogate him about the music score. It was private and copyrighted, but no one could verify whether it was really the music score. What if it was some kind of code that involved the safety of the store? Because of his profession, he liked to think the worst of everything. However, if it involved privacy and copyright, he would not continue asking.
He returned the notebook to Fang Zhao and was about to ask for his identification when he saw Fang Zhao turn on his wristband and pull up his professional identification information on his personal terminal.
After skimming through the personal information, the security chief's expression changed a few times. Then he bowed seriously. "I am really sorry to have disturbed you while you listen to music. In a moment, I will send you some small gifts as an apology. Please continue. This place is very suitable for listening to music, and there are fewer disturbances. I hope you enjoy your music. "
Fang Zhao nodded. He did not seem angry. "This place is indeed very suitable for listening to music. Just now, three people wanted to change places with me, but I did not agree."
The security chief paused, then turned around and signaled for his subordinates to leave.
After leaving the room, the security chief asked curiously, "Boss, what was the background of those people?"
"Silver Wing virtual projects manager, Yanzhou Music Association member, Qi'an Academy of Music specially-recruited lecturer, Fiery Bird specially-recruited consultant..." The security chief was practically gnashing his teeth. Even though he maintained a warm smile on his face, the cold glint in his eyes made the team members beside him shiver.
"Find those three people and bring them out. Explain the rules of the store to them again! How dare they use me as a tool!? " The security chief actually did not mind being used as a tool, as long as the report was true. For the safety of the store, being used was not a big deal. But who was the person being reported? Qi'an Academy of Music special lecturer! Fiery Bird special consultant! The two "special consultants" made him dizzy. More importantly, that person was so young.
Needless to say, Fiery Bird was a global company, and everyone knew that the words "specially hired consultant" carried a lot of weight. Normal people knew that.
Qi'an Academy of Music? Their boss was a graduate of Qi'an Academy of Music!
The big boss's alma mater was a little more serious. If that person reported to the big boss, he might be demoted. Thus, he had to express himself first. If the higher-ups investigated, it would be easier for him to explain.
Fang Zhao's train of thought was not interrupted by this sudden inspection. After the security chief left, he continued to take notes. It was already 8 p.m., and the rhythm of the music in the store had started to change. Over at the performance hall, there were more people entering and dancing.
"Eh? Senior? Senior Fang Zhao? "
"That's not possible, right? How could Senior Fang Zhao be in a place like this... He's really here. "
Two students stood in front of the room in astonishment. After taking a closer look, they confirmed that the person sitting inside was indeed Fang Zhao, who had taught them during the day.
These two had asked questions after Fang Zhao's class. Fang Zhao had an impression of them. They were sixth-year students, the last year of the six-year program. Approaching graduation was stressful, so it was understandable that they would come out at night to play and relax.
"Senior Martial Brother, are you alone? What are you writing? "one of the students asked.
"Listening to a song and writing some reflections and analysis," Fang Zhao replied.
"You are really... a role model for our generation."
Not in a music appreciation class, but in a noisy nightclub to write reflections and analysis. What kind of person would do such a thing?
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
