After the concert ended, Ming Cang didn't leave immediately. He wanted to introduce Fang Zhao and Ha Wen to each other. This would benefit both Fang Zhao and Ha Wen.
"Teacher Ming?!" Ha Wen hurried over.
Ming Cang and his wife had taught him. Before sending out the invitation, Ha Wen had known Ming Ye's checkup time. It happened once a week, and the concert happened to be on the same day. He had thought Ming Cang would stay at home to watch over Ming Ye. He hadn't expected Ming Cang to show up.
Ha Wen had seen Ming Cang's hardships over the past decade. He had helped Ming Cang, but at the time, he had been at a low point and hadn't been able to help much. Later, when he had finally overcome the crisis and wanted to help Ming Cang again, he had heard that a cure had been found. He was happy for Ming Cang.
Ha Wen had guessed that Ming Cang wouldn't be attending because of Ming Ye. He had been a little disappointed, but he was a father of two and could empathize with Ming Cang. He had no complaints.
Besides his own talent, Ming Cang's tutelage had been very important at Qi'an Academy of Music. Even though Ming Cang had stopped teaching, they had kept in touch. Every conversation had benefited Ha Wen. He had been able to sit in front of the piano again thanks to Ming Cang's encouragement.
Ha Wen was very excited to hear that Ming Cang would be there. He pushed aside other matters and rushed over.
After Ming Cang introduced Fang Zhao, Ha Wen smiled and said, "I know you. You are a very impressive junior!"
Since they were both from Qi'an Academy of Music, calling Fang Zhao "junior" sounded very friendly. His words just now were not a compliment out of respect for Ming Cang, but because he truly admired him.
The style of music was different, but the foundation of the composer could still be heard from the music. In Ha Wen's opinion, Fang Zhao, who was only in his twenties, had achieved so much and was not from an artistic family, which was already very impressive.
"Are you done with your work? We'll just wait here for you. We'll talk later. "Ming Cang waved at Ha Wen, signaling for Ha Wen to get back to his own business.
Ha Wen didn't argue with Ming Cang. Even though the concert was over, there were still many matters that required his attention.
"Then Teacher Ming and Junior Fang can have some tea here." Ha Wen got someone to bring Ming Cang and Fang Zhao to a lounge. They couldn't just stand there and wait.
After Ha Wen left, Ming Cang explained to Fang Zhao, "After the concert, he still has to send off his old classmates, teachers, and friends who came to support him. There are also some people who are interested in purchasing the music rights. I reckon that the negotiations will take a little longer, but even if the negotiations don't go well, it won't take more than an hour. Let's chat over there."
Sitting down in the lounge, Ming Cang continued, "You're lucky. You signed with Silver Wing, so your management company will arrange for your team to socialize. But you can't just leave everything to the team behind you. There are some social engagements that you have to personally attend."
Ming Cang was reminding Fang Zhao. Although Fang Zhao appeared to be very popular, he did not have a solid background. He was different from those who came from prestigious families. Some things could not be completely pinned on others.
Some people were arrogant, but they had the right to be arrogant. Fang Zhao had not reached that stage yet.
A student had once told Ming Cang that those who came from the grassroots had indeed endured more pressure than others. Sometimes, if you wanted to stand out, you couldn't rely on your father, so you could only put your life on the line.
Although Fang Zhao had come from a slightly inferior background, he had the ability and luck. His path had been smooth, and he had not needed to put his life on the line.
Recalling Fang Zhao's experiences after graduation, Ming Cang could not help but sigh at Fang Zhao's good luck. What he did not know was that Fang Zhao had also gone through a period of desperation, and it had been more than a hundred years of hell.
Yes, Fang Zhao's current body had been strengthened by the strange experiences he had undergone during his rebirth, but it was the difficult hundred years during the Period of Destruction of his past life that had allowed him to become the Fang Zhao people saw today. If it had been anyone else, even if they had been given a golden finger, they might not have been able to do what Fang Zhao had done.
The experiences of his past life had forged the Fang Zhao he was now. What others saw as good luck was an unspeakable sacrifice.
As for Ming Cang's worries, they were unnecessary. Fang Zhao was very strong in terms of mental fortitude and attitude, and Fang Zhao was not the kind of person with low IQ and EQ.
After about 40 minutes, Ha Wen hurried back, unable to conceal the joy on his face. He was very excited. The copyright had probably sold well and received high reviews from industry insiders. This was the first concert of his life. This was the first step he had taken, and he could finally feel at ease.
"Seems like the results are not bad," Ming Cang said with a smile. He had already received some reviews of Ha Wen's concert from a few chat groups. On the whole, it had been pretty good.
"Hahaha, it's not bad, not bad!" Ha Wen's slightly round face was smiling so widely that his eyes had turned into slits.
Ming Cang once again formally introduced both parties and said to Fang Zhao, "If you have any questions about arrangement, you can look for him."
"Right, I'm not as good as you, Junior Fang, but arrangement is my profession. Although I can't compare to the teachers at QiMu, if you have any questions, feel free to ask. Oh, I almost forgot. We exchanged contact numbers. You are about to start your concert, so if you need any help, don't hesitate to ask, "Ha Wen said.
Ha Wen understood that although Fang Zhao was still a newcomer in the music industry, no one dared to look down on him. He had seen the news a few days ago. Someone who had not even started his first concert had garnered so much attention and popularity.
Interacting more would be beneficial to both parties.
The three of them chatted in the lounge of the music hall for another hour. It had been a long time since Ming Cang had performed here, so all the suggestions he could give were from his own point of view. As for Ha Wen, who had just finished a concert, his suggestions were more practical and more suitable for Fang Zhao.
That night, after returning from Golden Age Music Hall, Fang Zhao sorted out the suggestions he had received from Ming Cang and Ha Wen and recorded them in his notebook.
August was a concert, but time passed in a flash. Fang Zhao still valued his first concert. Just as Ming Cang had said, one could be dissatisfied with the rules of the music industry, but before one had the ability to change them, one could only adapt.
In the New Era, for people in the music industry, their first concert at one of the three major music halls was like an important test in life.
As for Old Master Xue Jing, after returning from Huangzhou, he had started helping Fang Zhao prepare for the concert. The old man was getting on in years and had limited energy, so he couldn't help much, but he had to show his attitude and let people in the music industry know: I have high hopes for this kid. Don't purposely pick a fight!
As for Ming Cang, needless to say, everyone in Yanzhou's music industry knew that Ming Cang was on Fang Zhao's side. Ming Cang's attitude could be seen from Fang Zhao's debut with the "100-Year Period of Destruction" movement. Furthermore, Ming Cang had brought Fang Zhao to Ha Wen's concert without any intention of hiding it.
Thus, everyone in the industry knew that Xue Jing and Ming Cang were escorting this newcomer Fang Zhao's first concert. As long as the quality of his work wasn't too bad, on account of these two, people wouldn't give too many bad reviews.
Couldn't stand it? Jealous of Fang Zhao?
Of course.
But what was the point of being jealous? Before seeing the quality of Fang Zhao's work, people with opinions could only remain silent. Saying too much would only offend people and make themselves seem petty. There was no other benefit.
Therefore, when some critics in the industry were interviewed, their evaluations of Fang Zhao, who was a member of the younger generation in the music industry, were rather conservative. Actually, they were holding back their trump cards. The moment Fang Zhao's debut failed, they would not hesitate to strike!
Everything depended on quality. Even if he had the protection of Xue Jing and Ming Cang, if his work was too bad, then he couldn't blame them for being merciless!
Actually, many people doubted the quality of Fang Zhao's work. After all, he had been in the military for the past year, and the 10 songs he had prepared had all been composed during that time. Fang Zhao had also been on frequent missions during his military service. All in all, he hadn't had much time to compose, and this didn't even take into account the physical and mental fatigue from his missions.
How could he come up with ten high-quality works in such a limited time?
There were also some people who had no intention of attending Fang Zhao's concert and bought tickets at high prices to get firsthand information.
Days passed, and August came.
Fang Zhao didn't attend any more events, didn't play games, didn't accept interviews, and didn't do any live broadcasts. However, Fiery Bird's commercials were still around, and online chat emojis were still being flung around. Silver Wing's publicity team wasn't idle either. Therefore, even though Fang Zhao didn't attend any more events, his figure didn't fade from people's attention. Instead, people would still mention Fang Zhao's concert from time to time.
The concert was scheduled for the first Saturday in August.
The day before the concert, Fang Zhao was combing Curly Hair while video-chatting with Xue Jing.
Xue Jing was worried that Fang Zhao would be too nervous. He hadn't expected to see Fang Zhao combing Curly Hair's fur when the video call came.
"Seems like your attitude isn't bad. Very good. Keep it up. Rest early today and conserve your energy. Don't worry about me tomorrow. I will be going over with a few old friends." Xue Jing was very satisfied with Fang Zhao's current state. Seeing that Fang Zhao didn't need any guidance, he didn't say any more superfluous words. After exhorting Fang Zhao a few more times, he hung up.
After the call ended, Fang Zhao removed a thin layer of dog fur from the comb, rolled it into a ball, and placed it in a box. This box was filled with Curly Hair's fur that had fallen off.
In May, someone had approached Fang Zhao and wanted him to endorse a household cleaning robot, especially for families with pets. It could focus on cleaning human hair and pet fur without damaging the carpet or floor.
That person had said a lot, but Fang Zhao had still rejected him.
Why?
Even during the peak shedding season, Curly Hair's hair loss wasn't serious, so there was no need for such a cleaning robot.
"Go and play." Fang Zhao patted Curly Hair's head.
Curly Hair rushed into the gaming room like a gust of wind.
After switching off the lights in the room, Fang Zhao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and watched the lights of Qi'an City from above.
It would be a lie to say that he didn't have any emotions. However, Fang Zhao wasn't like Xue Jing and the others were worried about. He wasn't nervous, didn't suffer from insomnia, and didn't feel anxious at all. Instead, he was a little excited.
As a composer, Fang Zhao was naturally willing to let more people hear his own works. In his previous life, he hadn't had such conditions. As for something like a concert, he didn't even need to think about it. Even during the Old Era, there hadn't been such an experience.
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