Actually, this had happened to Fang Zhao in the game before. Zuo Yu had clearly seen Fang Zhao killing monsters a few times, but he always had the feeling that Fang Zhao was in a trance. He had even asked Fang Zhao about it once, and the answer he had received was that he had some sort of epiphany.
As for what it was, there was no need to ask Zuo Yu — composing inspiration!
Zuo Yu had even joked that it was lucky Fang Zhao had not been born during the real Period of Destruction. If his soul had left his body during the Period of Destruction, he would have died a long time ago.
Fang Zhao had only laughed back then and had not said a word.
This time, watching the surveillance footage of the performance hall, Zuo Yu had the same feeling again. He guessed that the boss was having some sort of epiphany again. However, even if that was not the case, Zuo Yu would not say much to Qu Wei.
If Fang Zhao had really discovered something strange, he would naturally say it. As a bodyguard, it was better for him to keep his mouth shut.
Zuo Yu had attributed this to "inspiration." Regardless of whether Qu Wei truly believed him, at least he had not lost face. This could be considered a response.
In the room.
Natiwuzi had shown Fang Zhao the progress of the investigation. The six people had all been paid to do their jobs. There was no way to know who the employer was, so it would take some time to continue investigating.
"The other party should be a veteran. They know who to look for and how to hide their identity. However, my guess is that the other party is not from one of those big companies. Based on my many years of experience, the chances of big companies using such methods are extremely low. At most, they will use this matter to push the blame. After all, it is because of you that Silver Wing's virtual projects department and the rising gaming department came into existence. "
There was something else that Natiwuzi did not say. Given Fang Zhao's current status, if those big companies wanted to target him, they would target Duan Qianji or Silver Wing's senior management. There was no need to give Fang Zhao something to use against them. Their actions would not be so simple.
It was rare for Natiwuzi to patiently speak for such a long time. This was also a display of his sincerity. After all, it had been a loophole in their store that allowed others to take advantage of it. Of course, the most important thing was that Natiwuzi wanted to invest in Fang Zhao.
"Many a time, it is some small fry who do not have a strong presence who will suddenly take a bite out of you because of some 'small matter' that you do not value. If you do not guard against it, you might have a piece of your flesh bitten off. Fortunately, you were alert this time, "Natiwuzi said with deep emotion. Back in the day, he was also a dazzling star. He had encountered a lot of trouble and had experience.
This time, if Fang Zhao had not sensed the other party's intentions first and made a move, it was very likely that the drugs would have been injected or slipped into Fang Zhao's pocket without him noticing. At that time, if a small reporter had been arranged to expose Fang Zhao's "late-night clubbing in search of inspiration and the use of stimulant drugs," it might have really caused Fang Zhao quite a bit of trouble. After all, Fang Zhao was highly regarded by the academics.
"People will encounter more things after they become famous. Be mentally prepared. It's impossible to guard against such things. You can only be careful." Noticing that Fang Zhao was deep in thought, Natiwuzi continued, "It should be someone from a small to medium-sized company. They wouldn't dare make a move on the higher-ups of Silver Wing, so they could only target you."
"I understand." Actually, Fang Zhao already had a suspect in mind. He had also gotten Wang Tie's side to investigate. He believed that there would be a conclusion soon.
After that, Natiwuzi explained the reason he had called Fang Zhao over today.
"Fang Zhao, your speed-strumming technique isn't bad. Did you learn it yourself?" Natiwuzi asked.
"I learned from someone a long time ago and practiced for a long time after that." Practicing in one's head counts as practice, right? Fang Zhao thought to himself.
However, Natiwuzi had misunderstood. He thought that Fang Zhao was self-taught most of the time and had been learning the instrument for a long time.
"No wonder you are so good at it, yet you aren't famous in the circles of ancient instruments. In the future, you can hang out with people in the ancient instrument circles and participate in some performances. You can also come to my shop and play a few tunes from time to time. I know you didn't go all out the last time. This time, play it as fast as you can. "
Natiwuzi turned on the camera beside him and prepared to start recording. He then said to Fang Zhao, "After you finish recording, upload the video of your speed-strumming to the internet. That way, there won't be so many people questioning your ability. Don't worry, the quality of my instrument is very good. Playing it at speed is definitely not a problem. I have used it for so many years and have maintained it well. The quality of the strings might not be the best in the world, but they are definitely of the highest quality. Go ahead and play as you please. "
Natiwuzi was in a good mood. He spoke a lot more today, even though he still spoke slowly and didn't have the lightning-fast feel of his speed-strumming.
"Play at full strength?" Fang Zhao asked.
"That's right. Don't hold back. Let me see exactly how fast you can go!"
Generally speaking, guitarists needed time to adapt when using an unfamiliar instrument, but Fang Zhao didn't! Natiwuzi had witnessed Fang Zhao's speed during the "exchange" in the wee hours of the morning. This time, he believed that Fang Zhao would give him a pleasant surprise.
At the start, it was as smooth as silk, fast and smooth. Following that, the density of the notes came crashing down like raindrops.
Fang Zhao's wrist spun at high speed on the instrument's neck. His left hand was placed on the fingerboard as if he was playing a piano. The speed was still increasing, and the notes became more and more urgent.
For many people, they could only hear the beginning and the end of the notes. As for the middle notes, unless they used tools, there was no way they could distinguish them!
But Natiwuzi's hearing was exceptional. He was hailed as one of the three great speed-strumming masters. Before Jiminy and Li Kasi, he had occupied the throne of speed-strumming for close to 20 years. His hearing was definitely not something an ordinary person could compare to.
At the start, Natiwuzi was still able to smile with gratification and excitement. From the perspective of a senior, he listened while appreciating and appreciating the music. But gradually, the smile on Natiwuzi's face disappeared. He didn't think about anything else and focused all his attention on listening. But even so, it was still strenuous, and this feeling was getting stronger!
Fang Zhao's fingers were flying. His fingers seemed to vanish, and it was as if a ball of fire was dancing on the strings. Meanwhile, the instrument in his hands was like a reactor undergoing nuclear fission, releasing a tremendous amount of energy.
Even with Natiwuzi's slow-motion hearing, the torrential density of the notes was completely insufficient!
Was this Fang Zhao's speed?
Natiwuzi stared at Fang Zhao in astonishment, as if he didn't dare believe his own eyes and ears.
For those who did not have a strong sense of music, it might just be a dazzling performance. However, for those who had a strong sense of music, it was a huge shock!
And this blow was Natiwuzi's own doing!
His entire brain was on the verge of collapsing under the bombardment of the notes! His entire being was shaken to the point of suffocation by the immense power being released!
However, at this moment, the atmosphere that seemed to be on the verge of exploding suddenly disappeared. Fang Zhao stopped.
Natiwuzi maintained his glaring posture for a full seven or eight seconds before looking at Fang Zhao in a daze. His throat made a wheezing sound, but he couldn't speak. All he could do was use his eyes to ask, Why aren't you continuing?
"The strings are out of tune," Fang Zhao said helplessly. He also didn't want to stop midway. His mind had been filled with so many inspirations that he had almost forgotten Natiwuzi's purpose in getting him to play. But the strings were out of tune and seemed to be getting worse. This interrupted his train of thought, and he had no choice but to stop.
Hearing Fang Zhao's words, Natiwuzi's facial muscles twitched. Even at that speed, Fang Zhao could still tell that the strings were out of tune?! Natiwuzi was already completely unable to keep up. He couldn't even tell if the strings were out of tune, yet this kid could actually tell that the strings were out of tune? This meant that this kid's hearing far surpassed his own!
Natiwuzi stared silently at Fang Zhao as if he was looking at a new species before shuffling over to the tea table.
Fang Zhao hurriedly put down his guitar and prepared to lend him a hand. Natiwuzi looked as if he had suffered a huge blow. His face was pale, and his steps were unsteady. He looked like he would faint at any moment.
Natiwuzi forced a smile with difficulty and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need Fang Zhao's support. Then, he pressed a button on the tea table, and a drawer popped out. He took out a small bottle of liquid medicine and sprayed it on himself. After a few deep breaths, his complexion improved a little.
Sitting on the sofa, Natiwuzi calmed down for a while before saying, "I am very fortunate and gratified."
Natiwuzi gazed at Fang Zhao with a complicated expression. All sorts of feelings welled up in his heart.
"I am very fortunate that you didn't appear in my era."
If a Fang Zhao had appeared during Natiwuzi's most glorious era, Natiwuzi might not have accumulated the fame and prestige he had now. He wouldn't have had that kind of confidence and arrogance when he played.
"I am also very gratified. Even if Yanzhou doesn't have me, there's still you! "
Natiwuzi was one of the three great speed-strumming masters in the world, but because of his age, his body wasn't at its peak. He couldn't compare to Jiminy, who was 20 years younger than him, or Li Kasi, who was in his forties.
For people in the New Era, people in their forties and fifties were the prime of their lives. Furthermore, they had already accumulated enough. Li Kasi and Jiminy were at their peak, while Natiwuzi was slowly declining.
Natiwuzi didn't acknowledge his old age or admit defeat. He was still suppressing his anger! Although he no longer performed in public, he still practiced in private. He had always thought that he could give it his all and compete with Jiminy and Li Kasi. However, reality was a blow to one's confidence. Natiwuzi's sense of vicissitudes stemmed from this.
But now, Natiwuzi suddenly felt that a huge boulder had been lifted from his heart. He no longer had any regrets!
If the gap was small, people would feel unreconciled, regretful, and brooding over it. But if the gap was huge and there was no way to catch up, then even if they lost, they wouldn't feel so conflicted.
Natiwuzi clearly understood that even if he had been here at his peak, he wouldn't have been able to compete with Fang Zhao's move.
When he was young, Natiwuzi had always heard people say that when he played, he was like a machine in human skin, doing things that humans couldn't do. But now, Natiwuzi felt that the person before him was a real machine in human skin! Was that really something a human could do?
Before this, those who had seen Natiwuzi's performance would say that after seeing Natiwuzi's performance, there wasn't much to see when they saw others perform. But now, Natiwuzi felt that after watching Fang Zhao's performance, there was no longer any meaning in watching videos of his previous performances.
Taking a deep breath, Natiwuzi felt that he had regained his strength. He didn't touch the strings that Fang Zhao had just plucked. Instead, he picked up the tuning device. Indeed, the strings needed to be tuned. Fang Zhao was right.
Natiwuzi wasn't in a hurry to tune the strings. He sat down and poured himself and Fang Zhao a cup of tea.
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