When people outside were discussing Fang Zhao's two sky-high priced pets, Fang Zhao didn't pay much attention to them. Instead, he went to inquire about the revolutionary film project.
But today, he had received a call early in the morning. A guest was coming.
Joseph, the Inter-planetary Fund's contact for the film project team, found Fang Zhao's residence in Yanzhou based on the address Fang Zhao had given him.
Standing in front of the door, Joseph stared at the sign on the door that said, "There are ferocious beasts inside. Do not enter unless invited." He thought back to the pet news he had seen recently and wondered if the tone of the sign was serious or just a joke.
After staring at it for a dozen seconds, Joseph still couldn't figure it out. He decided not to think about it anymore. After all, his focus today wasn't Fang Zhao's pets. Furthermore, he had already made a reservation in advance, so it wasn't a "do not enter unless invited" situation.
He plastered a fitting smile on his face once again and pressed the doorbell.
The door opened.
"We meet again, Mr. Fang."
Joseph still had the courtesy of an elite, but compared to the last time they had met, the arrogance in his heart had diminished significantly.
Joseph had been dealt a blow at the outpost on planet Baiji. After that, there had been the matter of the consultant team inviting him and the concert news. Now that he thought about his purpose for coming today, Joseph naturally didn't have too much of an arrogant attitude.
"Is this the little Curly Hair worth more than 200 million?" Joseph sized up the curly-haired dog that had run out of the room and chuckled. "How adorable."
Although that was what he said, Joseph had no intention of approaching Curly Hair.
Curly Hair stared at this stranger, but because Fang Zhao was here and he knew that this was just a guest, he naturally wouldn't show any obvious hostility. But deep down, besides Fang Zhao, Curly Hair was wary of every living creature that stepped into his territory.
Although Curly Hair's eyes seemed innocent and friendly as he stared at Joseph, Joseph knew that a dog's eyes could lie. Their pupils were very large, giving people the misconception that they were harmless. It was very deceptive.
Joseph also didn't like dogs. Thus, regardless of whether this dog was dangerous or not, he wouldn't get close to it. Thus, he only glanced at it twice and didn't pay it any further attention.
Today, he was representing the Inter-planetary Fund to extend an invitation to Fang Zhao.
Although Fang Zhao's status in the professional music circles was rather low, his musical style was very suitable for the revolutionary film project that he had just started.
"The 'Founding Era' music team has already been established. Our Inter-planetary Fund is very optimistic about Mr. Fang's work, so we would like to invite you to join the 'Founding Era' music team," Joseph said.
"Founding Era," which was also the name of the revolutionary film project that had been rebooted, had been extremely popular in the entertainment circles of various continents.
In the New Era, the "Founding Era" referred to the juncture between the Period of Destruction and the New Era. In other words, it was the short period between the end of the Period of Destruction and the beginning of the New Era.
The main focus of this super project was to film the events from the middle and late Period of Destruction to the Founding Era.
Because he was a member of the consultant team, Fang Zhao knew what kind of story was in the script. For the film project "Founding Era," the plot would include the conferment of generals. After the conferment of generals, it would be the New Era.
The reason the Inter-planetary Fund thought highly of Fang Zhao and invited him to join the "Founding Era" film project's music team, other than the fact that his musical style was very suitable and that he had sufficient ability, was because Fang Zhao was a member of the project's consultant team. He would have a deeper understanding of the plot's direction, story details, and character analysis. Composing would definitely be easier and more appropriate.
Fang Zhao naturally accepted this invitation. He was also very happy to receive this kind of invitation.
"I will do my best," Fang Zhao replied.
To be able to compose for such a film project, even if he did not have to pay, Fang Zhao would be willing. Fang Zhao had a deeper attachment to the stories and people of that period.
"Since Mr. Fang understands the plot, you can first compose a few pieces of music. When the time comes, perhaps some of them will be chosen," Joseph said.
What he meant was: Anyway, you have seen the script. If you have some inspiration, you can compose first. As for whether or not you will be chosen, that is not certain.
Fang Zhao understood what he meant.
This was similar to when Fiery Bird had first looked for people to compose music for their games. They would first collect some, but they might not necessarily use your stuff.
After the invitation was sent and the contract was signed, Joseph's assignment was completed and he left very quickly. He still had other matters to attend to.
After Joseph left, Fang Zhao sat on the sofa and pondered.
He would naturally grab hold of this opportunity. Regardless of whether or not he would be able to use his work, as long as he had inspiration, he would compose.
However, Fang Zhao was still pondering another matter.
The actors for a few important roles in "Founding Era" had yet to be confirmed.
There was a lot of groundless news, but there was very little that was of real value.
Until the final moment when the contract was signed, anything could happen. Thus, as long as one had been in this industry for a long time, an experienced and cautious actor would not be impatient to reveal any progress. Otherwise, if they were not chosen or were squeezed out at the last moment, that would be a slap in the face.
Up until now, of the main roles, only two had been confirmed. As for the others, all sorts of news was flying around, and it was hard to tell whether they were true or false. Perhaps they were using smokescreens, or perhaps they were hyping things up. However, looking at the situation, as well as the discussions among the consultants, the remaining main actors would most likely be decided by October.
Technological innovation shortened the production cycle, but in order to ensure quality, the project was not in a hurry to start shooting after it was launched. This time, the selection of actors was especially strict. There were many candidates for each important role, and each candidate had a long trial period. Perhaps there was still no news now because the candidates were still in the trial period. After the trial period, there might be a result.
He wanted to give the role of Fang Zhao a try, but unfortunately, there was simply no news of any auditions for the other important roles.
The reason Fang Zhao wanted to participate was entirely because of the role of Fang Zhao, and this role was the same as the other Founding Era generals. The producers had simply not released any auditions, so even if he wanted to compete, he did not know where to go. However, this time, it all depended on one's own ability.
On Silver Wing's side, the company's ability was limited, and each actor still had to rely on their own methods and abilities to fight.
Looking at the summary of the past few months' worth of news, Fang Zhao's finger tapped on a name. If he wanted to get an opportunity, he could only make a move from this person.
On August 18th, Fiery Bird's Yanzhou branch had an event.
Fang Zhao had also contacted the people at the Yanzhou branch and found out that as a special guest, he would be giving out awards and would not just be there as a bystander.
This time, the Yanzhou branch had organized a half-year awards program. Starting from Memorial Day in January and ending in July, the data from the past six months would be compiled into a half-year leaderboard. Awards would be given to the individuals or teams that had performed outstandingly in the past six months.
Similar events were held in every continent to stimulate the enthusiasm of gamers. After all, a year was too long. Many amateur gamers and fans were impatient to wait.
Zuo Yu and Yan Biao were both dressed in solemn black. When they looked in the mirror, they felt that they had an awe-inspiring aura. Coupled with a pair of sunglasses, they looked especially like bodyguards!
"Why didn't I feel that I was this cool in the past?"
Yan Biao looked in the mirror. When he saw the surroundings of Fiery Bird's Yanzhou branch building, the smile on his face disappeared. In a flash, he became cold and hard, switching to bodyguard mode.
This was the first time he had attended such an occasion since he had become a bodyguard. The previous concert did not count because he had entered the venue early to prepare and had not experienced the feeling of walking among the crowd of reporters and fans.
The car stopped at Fiery Bird's temporary parking area. A path led from here to the venue.
Today, Fang Zhao did not wear the same team uniform as the gaming team. Instead, he wore a set that Fiery Bird had specially customized for him. It had the Diting pattern, but there was still the Polar Light tree pattern on the chest area.
Fiery Bird wanted him to drive this series. If the results were good, they might develop the Diting series in the future.
The moment Fang Zhao got out of the car, there was a "uproar" from all around. There were too many people shouting, and when they mixed together, it became a roar.
Although he had been prepared, Yan Biao was still startled by the noise. Didn't Boss not play professionally anymore? Why were these people reacting like this?
Yan Biao had not experienced that period, so he could not understand the crazy mentality of gamers. Zuo Yu could understand a little.
Up until now, among "Battle of the Century" gamers, professional and non-professional, the only one who could be called a god and stand firm was Fang Zhao!
Although there was still debate on a global scale, in the hearts of the majority of Yanzhou gamers, Fang Zhao was a god-level player.
Furthermore, the members of SilverWing50PolarLight's number one team had publicly acknowledged that without Fang Zhao, they would not be where they were today. This way, Fang Zhao's status was once again elevated.
Furthermore, with all the various things that had happened in the past two years, many gamers felt that the halo around Fang Zhao was even greater. Therefore, even though Fang Zhao was no longer in the professional gaming circles, there were still legends about him.
There was also a live broadcast of this event online. The SilverWing50PolarLight team members who were on the road also saw Fang Zhao's appearance.
Inside the team car arranged by Silver Wing were both newcomers and veterans.
"Boss Fang has already arrived!"
"So many people!"
"This is my first time participating in this kind of event. I'm nervous!"
Two newcomers who had just signed with Silver Wing this year were chatting and sharing the mentality of newcomers who had just entered the professional circles.
"This is just a branch event. When you go to Fiery Bird's annual gala, won't your whole body be stiff?" Schwarzer, who had already become a senior in the team, said.
Hearing Schwarzer say this, the newcomers asked about previous Fiery Bird annual galas. Schwarzer was also talkative, acting like a senior as he started to give pointers to the newcomers.
Beside him, Jake suddenly said, "I heard that this time, Boss Fang has been invited to be a guest presenter."
The atmosphere suddenly became heavy. Even Schwarzer went silent.
"In the past half year, it seems like we haven't won any major awards," Dorrian continued to add insult to injury.
Although the regional half-year awards could not compare to those awards at the headquarters' annual gala, it was still an award. Within the Yanzhou region, its influence was not small. Just look at the number of fans outside the Fiery Bird branch building.
But look at them this time.
Newcomer award?
None.
Other types of individual awards?
Probably none.
There might be one group award, but it was almost gone. It was embarrassing to say it out loud.
"When the time comes for the award ceremony and Boss Fang sees that we don't have any awards on our side, will he flip out?" someone asked.
"He won't go that far, right?" Schwarzer said without much confidence.
Back then, they had been brought up by Fang Zhao and had even been imparted with a lot of experience. But now?
It was like a master being invited to a large-scale event and realizing that among the people being praised, not a single one of his disciples was there. Wouldn't that be very embarrassing?
Thinking of this, the enthusiasm that everyone had felt just now was gone.
"Captain, what do we need to do?" a newcomer asked Xie He, who was sitting in front of him.
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