Natiwuzi got someone to lead Fang Zhao to a less conspicuous location.
Fang Zhao's communication bracelet had been jammed when he was at Natiwuzi's place. Only when he was far away did it recover.
The notification beeped. His bracelet vibrated. Fang Zhao glanced at it. There were dozens of missed calls and hundreds of unread text messages.
The contents of the messages were all asking if the "nightclub brawl" was true, and if he was doing well. There were people from Silver Wing, people from the virtual projects department, Wayne, Duan Qianji, and a few school leaders and teachers from Qi'an Academy of Music.
After sending a group message to let him know that he was safe, very quickly, he received a new call. It was Fang Zhao, or rather, the original owner of this body, his form teacher in university. When Fang Zhao went over to lecture, he would have a good chat with this former form teacher. He was a slightly plump middle-aged man who always had a smile on his face. He looked quite amiable, but only the students who had been taught by him knew that he was ruthless. It was hard to say when they would end up failing a course in his hands.
This person had coincidentally called the moment Fang Zhao had replied to the group message. Fang Zhao had picked up the call, and the others who had received the message had been put on hold.
"Fang Zhao, what's the situation on your end?" The former form teacher sounded very anxious.
"Nothing. I'm just getting ready to go home," Fang Zhao replied.
"Really?" The former form teacher's tone was doubtful.
Fang Zhao immediately started a video call. "Really."
Seeing that Fang Zhao really didn't seem to be in trouble, the former form teacher relaxed. He had been woken up in the middle of the night by a few urgent calls from a few students. When he heard that Fang Zhao had assaulted someone at Space and had been taken away by nightclub security, he had been scared out of his wits. He couldn't get in touch with Fang Zhao either. After contacting a few friends, he tried calling Fang Zhao's number, and the call went through.
But when had those students become so familiar with Fang Zhao? They were actually so enthusiastic about helping Fang Zhao look for someone in the middle of the night?
Whatever the case, Fang Zhao's former form teacher was also anxious when he heard about the incident. Fang Zhao was his student and a junior that he had high hopes for. The older generation of teachers had even discussed in private that Fang Zhao had the greatest potential among the younger generation and could expand the influence of their Qi Yin department on a global scale.
And hearing the news of Fang Zhao causing trouble at a nightclub and assaulting someone was like seeing a tasteless herbivore suddenly eat an all-meat spicy hot pot. It was unbelievable!
After that, Fang Zhao recorded a short video and sent it to the group to let everyone know that he was really fine and well.
"There are reporters around. It's not advisable to leave from the main entrance and the other entrances that the customers know about. Mr. Fang, please go this way." The security team led Fang Zhao down another path. "Oh, right. Your bodyguard just arrived. We asked him to wait over there."
Fang Zhao had also seen the message Zuo Yu had sent. When he had heard that Fang Zhao had met with a mishap, Zuo Yu had woken up in the middle of the night and driven over, fully geared up. He had even contacted a few friends in Qi 'an to prepare for a rescue mission. In the end, when he had just arrived, he had received a message from Fang Zhao reporting that he was safe and sound. Zuo Yu had not been given a chance to perform. When the security personnel outside the store heard that the visitor was looking for Fang Zhao, their attitude was especially good, leaving Zuo Yu at a loss. He even suspected that the security personnel were putting up a smokescreen to confuse him. Only when he received Fang Zhao's reply did he confirm that the truth was different from what he had imagined.
"Entertainment news is really harmful!"
Zuo Yu lamented as he sat in his car in the underground parking lot reserved for Space employees. He had received news that Fang Zhao had met with a mishap, but he had been unable to contact Fang Zhao. When he went online, he saw a few headlines from a small newspaper that specialized in entertainment news:
"Silver Wing's virtual projects department's number one beats six people barehanded at nightclub!"
"Revealing his true colors after drinking! He was the one who dared to cause trouble at Space! "
"Video of Silver Wing's boss beating people up exposed!"
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The more Zuo Yu watched, the more speechless he became. Zuo Yu believed that Fang Zhao might really have the ability to take on six people at once. Seeing how he had kicked someone offline in the game, Zuo Yu knew that Fang Zhao was definitely not as harmless as he seemed. But how did it become "Silver Wing's boss" at the end? His ability to take words out of context was really strong.
As for the leaked videos, they were blurry, blurry, noisy, and shaky. There was no way to tell who was who. Music, shouts, and chatter mixed together. Not a single clear video had been released. But what was certain was that the videos were indeed from Space's performance hall. One of the videos had indeed captured someone being kicked out.
When Fang Zhao had followed the security team over, Zuo Yu had taken a good look and realized that Fang Zhao was really fine. Wasn't it said that people who caused trouble in Space would be punished regardless of whether there was a reason for it or not? Why was this situation completely wrong?
There was someone in front leading the way, and behind him was someone carrying a large box and eagerly following him. Zuo Yu thought the person was trying to steal his job.
"Mr. Fang, the things are in the car." The security team member who had been ordered to send Fang Zhao out had already packed the guitar Natiwuzi had given Fang Zhao in a box and placed it in the car.
Hearing that Thomas and Cheng Lan were still inside, Fang Zhao got someone to bring them out and get the club's driver to send them back.
Before the two left, Thomas and Cheng Lan asked in disbelief, "Senior, are you really fine?"
"I'm fine. It's getting late. Hurry back. "
Fang Zhao watched as the two were sent off by the driver before getting into the car.
The car exited from one of Space's underground driveways and took an elevator up to an elevated viaduct.
"Boss, you really gave us a fright today," Zuo Yu said.
"How did you find out?" Fang Zhao asked.
"That paparazzi king you recruited. I don't know where he got the news, but he said that you were beating up people at Space. He was very sure that he might be waiting somewhere at Space, looking for news. I came over as soon as I got the news and even called for a few helpers. I didn't expect that I wouldn't even need them. After confirming that you were fine, I got them to leave. "
"Their reaction wasn't bad. I'll give them a raise this month," Fang Zhao said.
"Heh, just in time to treat them to a meal. Even though I didn't use them this time, they got here pretty quickly. They came in the middle of the night without a word."
"The food can be reimbursed."
"Hahaha, Boss, you are really brilliant!" Zuo Yu's tense nerves finally relaxed. "Boss, where did those six people come from? What did they do? "
"I don't know where they came from, but their target was me, and they were very sinister. Natiwuzi said that they were carrying a drug that stimulates one's mind and allows one's inspiration to burst forth. "
Zuo Yu's heart trembled. "The kind of drug that isn't prohibited by law but is hated by those old artists?"
Even if he wasn't in the composing circles, Zuo Yu had heard that some creative artists might use some stimulants when they were running out of inspiration. It was said that after using these stimulants, one's mind would become extremely active and their inspiration would burst forth. It was a shortcut that many young creative artists liked to use. It involved sculpting, photography, composition, design, and other professions. But those respectable old artists hated it bitterly.
Relying on stimulants to capture inspiration might not necessarily be the most suitable for a creator at that time. Even if they could create something, if it wasn't mature and complete enough, the creator might miss out on some potential inspiration that was truly suitable for them and miss out on some masterpieces. And once a reliance was formed, artistic achievements might be limited.
It was just that waiting for inspiration to mature could be a long time. It required time and experience to accumulate, but the impatient people in the circles were too eager to succeed. They couldn't wait, so they chose another path to capture inspiration.
There was once an old artist who clearly expressed in an interview that he didn't approve of this kind of behavior that relied on drugs to find inspiration. There was an example in the past. A famous director from Yanzhou had been competing with another person for the position of Yanzhou Director's Association president. Because it was revealed that he had used drugs during the filming of many of his works, during the final voting, some old directors had voted against him, causing him to ultimately lose.
That night, those people probably couldn't find an opportunity to make a move in the private room, so they wanted to make a move while Fang Zhao was dancing. Thus, this resulted in Fang Zhao's first attempt at disco dancing, which ended with him beating someone up.
And in the circles of music composition, when it came to virtuous old artists, the only one Fang Zhao knew was Xue Jing. If it was really revealed that Fang Zhao had used drugs to compose, the person in the circles would probably be Xue Jing. The Qi 'an Academy of Music would also terminate their employment relationship, and he might even be alienated by the entire Qi' an branch of music.
Zuo Yu's expression turned solemn. "Old Master Xue is a representative of the academic community. I heard that the old master is organizing the next global lecture tour. When the time comes, he will surely bring you along. Could it be that some people are jealous and want Old Master Xue to give up on promoting you? But Space's security is so strict. How did those people bring the drugs in? Unless there's someone inside Space. "
"That's why Natiwuzi said he would give me an explanation."
"Boss, the next time you come to such places, you better call me along. It's safer with a bodyguard by your side. There will surely be more such incidents in the future. " Zuo Yu knew that given Fang Zhao's ability, he would surely go even higher in the future. Whether he walked the path of a celebrity or the path of an academic, there would surely be many incidents in the open and in the shadows. This time, it was just drugs that affected one's thinking. What if it was guns next?
Of course, Fang Zhao knew what Zuo Yu was talking about. As long as he wanted to continue moving up, he was bound to squeeze some people down and block the path of others.
But!
Regardless of which profession it was, whoever could go up!
Since I can do it, and I can do it better, unless I am willing to give in to you, otherwise, you can just obediently scram to the back!
Given Fang Zhao's temperament, he would not be frightened by such a matter. Furthermore, he had experienced a hundred years of darker times. His temperament was not something his peers could compare to. If the person who had made a move against him had already been left behind, he would only leave the other party further behind. But if it was someone who was temporarily ahead of him, when he squeezed the other party down in the future, he would trample on them even more fiercely!
Seeing that Fang Zhao was not intimidated by this matter, Zuo Yu asked, "Boss, have you seen the entertainment news?"
"Nope. Why? "
"You are in the headlines."
"Since when?
Zuo Yu chuckled. "Just a while ago, all the news agencies, big and small, were pushing this matter. They said that you smashed up a nightclub, that you are inflated, and that the future of Jinro and the others following you is worrying. The news is all hyping it up." Knowing that the matter was completely different from what was reported, he was not worried anymore.
Given Fang Zhao's reputation, it should not have been like this, but he had still made the headlines in such a short period of time. Who knew how many news agencies were pushing this matter? In any case, the few that did not see eye to eye with Silver Wing had definitely made a move. It might not have anything to do with the people at the nightclub, but they would definitely be happy to see Silver Wing make a fool of itself and Fang Zhao suffer.
After Wayne found out about the truth, he was no longer anxious. He discussed with the public relations department. Just in time for this fire to burn a little brighter, they could borrow it.
When the news of Fang Zhao beating up people at the nightclub broke out, because it was early in the morning, many people were still asleep. After all, the number of "night roamers" was limited, and when it was time for work and school the next day, there were many people paying attention.
"The f * ck! Fang Zhao? He beat up people at a nightclub and caused trouble? Are you sure? "
"Going to a nightclub in the middle of the night and beating people up? Not bad, I couldn't tell that Fang Zhao actually has such a fiery temper! "
"I heard that he was drunk?"
"Sometimes, a bottle of alcohol is more effective than a demon mirror."
"A newbie that just entered the industry. May I ask, who is Fang Zhao?"
"Looking at the profile picture of the brother above, is he in the gaming circles? You know Jinro, right? Let me tell you, Fang Zhao is Jinro and the rest's immediate superior. I have long since disliked him. Tell me, he is a composer who does not do his proper work all day and does not understand games. What right does he have to be the boss?! I heard that in private, he even makes things difficult for Jinro and the rest. Every day, all he thinks about is sales and makes Jinro work overtime every day! "
Jinro, who had been browsing the news early in the morning while eating breakfast, nearly choked when he saw this comment. Please don't spout nonsense! I still want to live a little longer in the game!
However, the people discussing online did not know what Jinro and the rest were thinking at this moment. They were discussing excitedly.
"That's why I say that none of the management of those entertainment companies are good people. They enjoy themselves in the office and only use their mouths for everything. They can even go to nightclubs at night, but the people below them are exhausted!"
"Exactly, given Jinro's fiery temper, I wonder what kind of life Jinro and the rest lead every day. Have they been mistreated?"
Driven by people with ulterior motives, the onlookers online had already imagined a scene of a tyrant bullying pitiful migrant workers.
There were also quite a number of people speaking up for Fang Zhao, including teachers and students from Qi 'an Academy of Music. However, there was a limited number of people and they did not know the truth, so their voices were quickly drowned out.
There were also many people who knew about Space's background who were rejoicing in Fang Zhao's misfortune, thinking that this time, Fang Zhao would definitely suffer greatly.
Fang Zhao also received many consoling text messages and phone calls. He had a good idea of which were just to scout out the situation and which were sincere and sincere.
At 10 in the morning, the famous ancient electric guitar maestro, one of the world's top three speed-strumming maestros, Natiwuzi, who was known as "Yanzhou's Shadowless Hand," updated his status on the world's largest online entertainment social media platform. There was an audio clip of him playing the electric guitar and a photo. There was not a single word. Natiwuzi liked to use audio clips to convey his emotions.
The photo was the one he had taken with Fang Zhao at Space. Natiwuzi was smiling happily in the photo.
People who were more familiar with Natiwuzi jokingly replied below.
"The old thing is so happy. Could it be that he has found another long-lost son?"
"Or perhaps he has found another long-lost grandson?"
"Why 'another'?" a passerby who did not know the truth asked.
However, old friends like them would not bring up Natiwuzi's private matters in public.
Very quickly, Natiwuzi's old acquaintances once again posted their comments.
"After listening to the audio clip, I'll let you know that the kid in the photo definitely has a special relationship with this old man! This time, the old man is rather excited. Could it be that he has really found another son or grandson? "
Fang Zhao raised his eyebrows when he saw these comments. Son? Grandson? That's more like it.
After that, Fang Zhao forwarded Natiwuzi's status. Similarly, he did not use a single word, just an audio clip of him playing the electric guitar.
Backstage at a certain theater in Huangzhou, Li Kasi, one of the world's top three speed-strumming maestros like Natiwuzi, extended his hand to his assistant. "Bring this old man's double-ended electric guitar over!"
Thus, after Fang Zhao forwarded Natiwuzi's status, Li Kasi continued to forward Fang Zhao's. Similarly, he added an audio clip without any text.
Far away from Yanzhou, one of the world's top three speed-strumming maestros, Jiminy, who was standing on a yacht admiring the sea view, chuckled. "Interesting." As he spoke, he picked up a four-handle cross guitar.
Jiminy forwarded it from Li Kasi and also put up an audio clip.
Thus, the media and onlookers who had been watching the status of Natiwuzi and Fang Zhao were dumbfounded.
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