It was only after they entered the hotel that Schwarzer and the others finally relaxed. Then, they rubbed their stiff facial muscles in distress, wondering if their tense expressions had been too depressing. Those were the media from every continent they were talking about.
There were already people waiting in the lobby. Seeing the SilverLight team's tree logo, they knew which team it was. After verifying their identities, the team leader was allowed to choose the floor.
Completely at random, Wayne stepped forward and pressed a button.
"Floor 62."
Over 100 teams, each team on one floor. Each floor was equipped with game consoles, sound and video equipment, and a small conference room.
Fortunately, there were many elevators as well. However, when they were in the elevator, regardless of which floor they were from, when people saw the tree emblem on them, they would size them up as though they were looking at rare objects. The questions they asked could be summed up in two sentences. The first sentence was, "Are you guys from SilverWing50PolarLight?" The second sentence was, "Is AliveAfter500Years here? Which one is it? "
Regarding these curious sizing up and questions, the SilverLight team members basically replied with "Yes," "He's here," and a mysterious smile.
After arriving on the 62nd floor, Wayne started assigning rooms.
Two people shared a room. After ordering their meals, they gathered for a small meeting. The main point was to emphasize the rules here. This was their first time participating. Not only were Schwarzer and the other young team members nervous, even Wayne himself was nervous.
"Alright, that's all I have to say. If you have any questions, you can ask Jinro and Dorrian. They have experience. "Wayne wiped the sweat off his forehead.
The remaining time was free time. Many teams had already arrived at the hotel. Those who knew people could interact with them or head to the hotel's entertainment venues to relax.
As a bodyguard, Zuo Yu naturally shared a room with Fang Zhao. This time, Zuo Yu's mission was very important. Once Fang Zhao's identity was exposed, he would be even busier. He had to prevent fans and reporters from chasing and intercepting him.
Just as he put down his luggage, Fang Zhao received a call from Fiery Bird's sound effects team leader, Hua Li.
"I just received news that you guys have arrived. Have you finished packing? If you are, come out for a chat. Head straight to the fifth floor. I'll introduce you to a few people. "Hua Li seemed to be chatting with someone, but he seemed to be in a good mood.
"All right, I'll head over now."
"Take the elevator in the northernmost corner. I'll give you temporary access so that you won't have to squeeze with the others. There are quite a lot of people today," Hua Li said.
After ending the call, Fang Zhao looked at the messages in the team chat. Jinro and the others prepared to go to the sixth floor. The sixth floor was also a leisure area. The difference was that the sixth floor was more suitable for esports players.
After reading the news, Fang Zhao told Zuo Yu, "You go with them. You don't have to worry about me. Let me know if there's anything. I'll go up directly. "
Zuo Yu also knew that the person who had invited Fang Zhao was someone from Fiery Bird's headquarters. In Fiery Bird's own territory, there would not be much trouble. After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "OK, Boss. I'll let you know if there's anything. "
Following Hua Li's instructions, Fang Zhao found an elevator in a corner and went straight to the fifth floor. He did not meet anyone along the way. This elevator was probably reserved for internal personnel. When Fang Zhao took it, there was no one else.
The fifth floor was a casual restaurant. The decor was more artistic, and there were some paintings hanging on the walls. They were reproductions of antique paintings from the Old Era. The real ones were kept in Fiery Bird's own collection room and would not be hung in a place like this.
The people on this floor did not talk much about gaming techniques. They had a cooperative relationship with Fiery Bird, but they were not esports players. Some were artists, designers, and some were composers, such as the people who had composed the background music for "Battle of the Century."
When Fang Zhao went over, Hua Li was chatting with a rather skinny person of average height. Perhaps it was because he had been drinking or because he was chatting excitedly, but his face was a little red.
"Hey, Fang Zhao, over here!" Hua Li got up and pulled Fang Zhao over. "Come, come, come, let me introduce you. This is Gao Se. Just like you, he graduated from Qi'an Academy of Music and is now an associate professor at Huangzhou Institute of Art's composition department. This time, the soundtrack for 'Battle of the Century' also included two of his pieces. Other games have also used his pieces. Thinking back, when we first worked together, Old Gao was still an assistant professor?"
"Yes, that was my fourth year at Huangzhou Institute of Art." Gao Se was not at all repulsed by Hua Li mentioning his time as an assistant professor. Instead, he felt a little pleased.
Fang Zhao knew that although the title of an assistant professor was not considered high, in Huangzhou, the privileges and benefits of an assistant professor were still very good. Some of their subordinates could even mentor doctoral students. In a place like Huangzhou, where competition was extremely intense, assistant professors were also not ordinary. Hua Li did not have any intention of belittling Gao Se when he said this. Furthermore, Gao Se was already an associate professor. In Huangzhou, it was already rare for someone of Gao Se's age to become an associate professor. Without sufficient results, there was no way he could be promoted.
Hua Li was about to introduce Fang Zhao to Gao Se when he saw Gao Se laugh heartily. "Fang Zhao, I know you. I often hear Ming Cang and the others mention you. The last time Old Xue came to Huangzhou, I caught a glimpse of you from afar. We didn't get to talk. This time, we have to have a good chat! "
Since they were all from the same "Qiyin" branch, there was naturally a mutual connection. Gao Se knew quite a bit about Fang Zhao.
Gao Se sized up Fang Zhao with a satisfied look in his eyes. Fang Zhao had already achieved so much at such a young age. He was neither arrogant nor impetuous, and he had a steady temperament. It was no wonder that Ming Cang and Hua Li were full of praise when they mentioned him.
Geniuses were more or less arrogant. This was understandable, but in certain situations, this sort of arrogance had to be kept in check.
Fang Zhao had come to Huangzhou once, during Xue Jing's global lecture tour. However, that time, Fang Zhao had only been an extra. He had not been the main character and could not even be considered an important supporting character. In the eyes of many people, during that global lecture tour, Fang Zhao had just been Xue Jing's little follower. He had just walked through the motions and become familiar.
Although Fang Zhao's few works had garnered quite a lot of commercial profits, had received the affirmation of many professionals, and had been sought after by some students, in this global circle, he really could not be considered very famous.
If one were to pick any of these people who had collaborated with Fiery Bird and had been invited, the various awards and achievements listed in their files would not necessarily be enough to finish flipping through 10 pages.
"I was just talking to Old Gao about you and wanted to persuade you to come to Huangzhou." Hua Li fished out a bottle of wine from his bag. "This is from my personal collection. Have a taste."
Hua Li had called Fang Zhao over today for two reasons. One was to introduce Fang Zhao to some seniors in the music circles. These people who had collaborated with Fiery Bird and had been invited over might not be known by the public, but in the circles of composers and composers, they were rather well-known. Understanding more would also be beneficial to Fang Zhao.
After Fang Zhao sat down, he listened as Gao Se boasted about his own achievements, how many awards he had won, how many high-class performances he had participated in, and so on. He even flaunted the white metal plate hanging from his neck. This was a small medal.
"Galaxy Medal?" Fang Zhao asked.
Fang Zhao still knew about this. The highest award in the new genre, the Galaxy Awards. Regardless of whether it was composition, acting, song and dance, or painting, sculpting, there was no artist who did not want to win a Galaxy Medal.
"Haha, that's right! But it's not the Galaxy World Medal. It's just the Galaxy Supernova Medal. "Although it was just the Galaxy Supernova Medal, Gao Se was obviously pleased with himself when he mentioned it.
Hua Li looked enviously at the small medal hanging from Gao Se's neck and retracted his gaze helplessly. If he had chosen this path, he was destined to miss out on the Galaxy Awards. Although in terms of income, he beat more than 90% of the people on this floor, in terms of artistic achievements, 99% could beat him.
Hua Li was willing to help Fang Zhao because he thought highly of Fang Zhao and wanted to sow good karma before Fang Zhao became famous.
The Galaxy Supernova Medal was awarded to young artists with sufficient achievements. In the New Era, 50 or 60 years old was considered young.
"When Old Gao received this medal, he was only 40, right?" Hua Li asked.
"No, no, no. 50. Almost 50. 49 and a half when I was almost 50. Hehe. I remember clearly that after receiving this medal, I was given a tenured teaching chair by Huangzhou Institute of Art. I could be considered to have established myself in Huangzhou. Half a year later, on my birthday, I was promoted to associate professor. " Gao Se's face was glowing. He was proud and a little emotional. His fingers carefully rubbed the small medal he was wearing.
"Old Xue also has a Supernova Medal and a Nebula Medal. I feel that Old Xue will very likely receive a World Medal," Gao Se said reverently.
The Supernova Medal was awarded to young artists, while the Nebula Medal, which was also under the Galaxy Awards, was similar to a lifetime achievement award. And now, Xue Jing was still working so hard. He wanted to achieve even more and make even more contributions so that he could receive a Galaxy World Medal, a medal that truly shone at the top of the industry.
Perhaps it was because of the intense competition that he had to endure on a daily basis, Gao Se had regained some of his former high-spirited and vigorous spirit and was in the mood to give pointers to the younger generation.
Although Gao Se liked to show off and put on the airs of an elder in front of Fang Zhao, his intentions were still good and he was willing to speak some truth to Fang Zhao. He hoped that Fang Zhao could take the academic path and not be overly swayed by the commercialized and monetized market.
"Don't be blinded by the small profits in front of you. Don't be anxious. Take it one step at a time. Take it slow and steady. Don't listen to the nonsense of those who talk all day long. Those people have lofty aspirations, but their efforts cannot keep up with their ambitions. They won't go far. In our line of work, we have to endure. Many people lose themselves when trying to find a balance between artistic and commercial value. Fang Zhao, don't learn from them. If you ever have a problem, you can look for Old Xue and have a chat. After all, Old Xue is an experienced man. He has high hopes for you. If you are willing to ask, he will surely be more than happy to answer. If Old Xue isn't around, you can look for Ming Cang. That fellow's mentality is much better now. I heard that his son's treatment is also very optimistic... "
Gao Se probably had too much to drink and was in a good mood, so he said a lot. In summary, he said, "Young man, work hard. I have high hopes for you. When you have accumulated enough experience, your uncles will bring you along to show off and fly!"
Hua Li did not interrupt. Initially, he had intended to rope Fang Zhao into his own company or the companies of a few friends, but after seeing Xue Jing bring Fang Zhao on his global lecture tour, he gave up on the idea. He knew that Xue Jing, Ming Cang, and the other academics hoped that Fang Zhao could take the academic path and not get too involved in the commercialized market. Youngsters at this age were too easily swayed by money.
The World Medal was just a resplendent but illusory dream in Hua Li's heart. When he woke up, it would be too late. There was simply no way he could obtain it. But would Fang Zhao be able to obtain it in the future?
As long as he maintained his standards, the Supernova Medal should not be too difficult. But the World Medal?
Hua Li was not optimistic. However, even if Fang Zhao could really obtain the World Medal, it would surely be more than a hundred years later. If he was still alive by then, perhaps he would already be older than Xue Jing and would have retired long ago.
After chatting on and on for half an hour, Gao Se left because of a phone call. An old friend who had also been invited was looking for him.
After Gao Se left, Hua Li had intended to introduce a few more people to Fang Zhao, but the bracelet on Fang Zhao's wrist indicated an urgent message.
He took a look. The sender was Zuo Yu.
Hua Li saw Fang Zhao frown and asked, "What's the matter?"
Fang Zhao pointed above his head. "There's some trouble upstairs."
Hua Li understood. Above them was the sixth floor, the place where e-sports athletes gathered and socialized.
"All right, you go first. I'll find someone to chat with. There are quite a few old friends here. Look for me when you come down. I should be here all the way until nightfall. "
Upstairs.
What should have been a noisy environment was now rather quiet.
There were many people, e-sports athletes from various continents. But at this moment, whether they were joking around or cooped up in a corner playing games or watching movies, all of them were focused on one place.
Over ten members of the SilverLight team were there.
Zuo Yu was at a loss. His hands were itching to beat someone up.
Standing in front of Zuo Yu, Jinro, and the others was an e-sports team from Leizhou.
And the one leading this team was an arrogant young man. His face was filled with undisguised arrogance and conceit. He was wearing a motorcycle suit and Martin boots. He was dressed in a retro style. The bright yellow letters on his clothes were so elegant that they looked like they were about to fly. In Zuo Yu's mind, the words "Zaro Renault" were automatically translated into three glittering words: "Not a good person!"
A foolish look that deserved a spanking!
The moment Zuo Yu saw this young master, he sent Fang Zhao a text. This person had ill intentions. He had no way of controlling the situation. He wanted to make a move, but he could not afford to offend the descendant of a founding era great general.
When the other party walked over, Zuo Yu's eyelids kept twitching.
Young Master Zaro, who had been labeled "Not a good person," walked straight up to Zuo Yu. His gaze swept over Zuo Yu like he was looking at a commodity. He raised his chin and said, "You are that AliveAfter500Years who has dominated the leaderboards until now?"
Without waiting for Zuo Yu to reply, the other party threw another line. "100 million. Annual salary. Leave Silver Wing and join our Wireless e-sports club. How about that?"
Zuo Yu: "..." Boss, hurry up! I'm afraid I won't be able to control my mouth!
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