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Du Ang hung his head even lower. The atmosphere suddenly froze. The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The invisible pressure made Du Ang and the others breathe cautiously.
Can you bring a dog to work?
This was the first time they'd heard someone ask a question in front of their boss in a top-floor office.
Kid, are you trying to go to heaven?
Bringing a dog? Do you want to be led by a dog?
With such a good opportunity, shouldn't he ask for more benefits and fight for more benefits for himself? What's going on in your head?
Sure enough, he was still too young. Or perhaps, the minds of people who dabbled in art were different from ordinary people? No wonder you're capable of producing epic works.
The conference room was silent for half a minute. Duan Qianji, sitting at the head of the table, said slowly, "Sure. I've said it before, the company gives preferential treatment to talented people. "
Of course, that didn't mean you could do whatever you wanted with a dog. It was limited to the 50th floor. The entire virtual projects department was Fang Zhao's turf. He could decide what to do. Duan Qianji only wanted one result. As long as he delivered a satisfactory result, she wouldn't say anything if Fang Zhao wanted to bring a zoo to work, let alone a dog.
"That settles the virtual projects department. I want to see the release of the second movement by November. Alright, the four of you can leave, "Duan Qianji said.
Du Ang looked up at his old boss. Receiving Manager Shi's gaze, Du Ang was sure Duan Qianji was referring to the four of them. She meant the four of them were done here and could leave. The rest of the meeting wasn't for them to listen to.
Tugging at Fang Zhao, who had returned to his seat, Du Ang and the others left the conference room. As for what happened after they left, it was none of their business.
Du Ang and the other two exhaled deeply when they stepped into the elevator. It was as if they'd come back to life. Ya Erlin patted his chest. "That was scary. Scary! Hey, Fang Zhao, weren't you scared? "
"Why would I be?" Fang Zhao asked.
Julian looked at Fang Zhao, who looked no different than when he'd arrived. He recalled Fang Zhao's daring question in the conference room. Then he looked at Ya Erlin, who was still drenched in cold sweat. He shook his head. They were both artists, but how could they be so different?
"No matter what, Fang Zhao, congratulations on your promotion," Julian said with a smile. In the past, they could still put on airs based on their positions, but from the moment they left the conference room, Fang Zhao's status was no longer lower than theirs. Just based on his position, he was even higher than the three of them. It was just that he didn't have much power now. But if Fang Zhao succeeded with the second movement...
"Fang Zhao!"
Du Ang tightened his grip on Fang Zhao's arm. His eyes shone with a strange light. None of the apprehension he'd felt when he'd entered the conference room was replaced by excitement and disbelief.
"Fang Zhao! The second movement must succeed! "
Du Ang wasn't angry that his job had been stolen. He could tell from the look in his boss's eyes that he would be compensated handsomely. Plus, he didn't want to stay in the virtual projects department, so he didn't feel bad about it. Something came to his mind.
In the New Era, commercial entertainment had never been limited to one industry. Whether it was real idols or virtual idols, they were never limited to the music industry. The music industry was just a corner of the entertainment circle.
It had always been a pan-entertainment strategy.
Take the virtual idols at Neon Culture and Tongshan True Entertainment for example. After their songs achieved some success, they moved on to film and television. Silver Wing's other real-life idols followed a similar path.
But since Silver Wing's founding, there had never been a virtual idol that received such strong support from the company. But as he left the conference room today, Du Ang sensed something was amiss.
Why would Duan Qianji give Fang Zhao such preferential treatment? He believed that if it had been anyone else at Flying Pegasus Studio, they might not have received the same treatment. There had to be more to come. But there wouldn't be any big moves until the second movement was out.
"Now we're just waiting for your second movement."
Only when the second movement was a success could Du Ang be sure of his theory.
Fang Zhao didn't know how long the penthouse meeting lasted after they left. Anyway, less than an hour after he returned to the 50th floor, Silver Wing's chief spokesperson brought up the Polar Light project in an interview. He still had that perfect smile on his face, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. He didn't divulge much information. All he said was to wait for the release of the second movement. He didn't announce a specific release date. He maintained his mysterious demeanor, but Du Ang was willing to bet that this time, the spokesperson sounded more confident.
Duan Qianji's assistant, Zhu Zhen, had already sent Fang Zhao a list of rewards. Zeng Huang, Wan Yue, Song Miao, and Pang Pusong were each getting a bonus of $100,000. Zu Wen, the core technician, got $300,000. Fang Zhao, the producer, got $1 million. That was just the bonus. The cut from the sales of the songs would be settled next month.
Funding was in place. They could start work at any time.
After consulting with Zeng Huang, Wan Yue, and Pang Pusong, Fang Zhao changed their contracts to official Silver Wing employees.
Pang Pusong felt his back straighter now that he was an official employee. After signing the contract, he immediately called his mom to tell her he was going to buy her a present.
Song Miao was planning to use the money to buy the dress she'd seen last time.
Zeng Huang and Wan Yue were wondering if they should buy the apartment they were eyeing.
"Zu Wen, what are you going to buy?" Zeng Huang asked when he noticed Zu Wen sitting there in silence.
"Me? I already bought one. " Zu Wen turned on the screen on his bracelet and showed everyone a panel. He said proudly, "Upgrade your equipment! What's the point of gaming if you don't upgrade your equipment? "
Zeng Huang: "..." As long as you're happy.
"What are you going to buy, Boss?" Zu Wen asked Fang Zhao. Even the way he addressed Fang Zhao had changed.
Fang Zhao read the text message he'd just received. "Chairman's assistant, Zhu Zhen, says two more flying cars will be arriving soon. She wants us to check the garage and make sure there's nothing blocking the way."
"More flying cars?!" Zu Wen didn't even bother upgrading his equipment. He jogged to the garage.
Every floor above the 20th floor had a garage. Of course, the 50th floor had one as well. It was just that the department had gone through a "bloodbath." Only a few people were left, and they were dirt poor. Things had changed after Fang Zhao arrived, but money was tight. Renting equipment had to be done by the hour, or it would be overcharged.
Now they had money!
"I checked. The garage is empty." Zu Wen opened the garage door.
A short while later, the people in charge of delivering the cars left behind two flying cars with silver wings emblazoned on them.
They were also company cars, but these two were much nicer than the one Fang Sheng had ridden in on the black street. It wasn't that Silver Wing's cars were necessarily better than Neon Culture's. The grade depended on status and the company's attitude. The higher the status, the more the company valued the person, and the better the car.
The two flying cars were department property, not personal property. They were there for the convenience of the department's employees in case of an emergency. They didn't have to ask other departments for help.
Zu Wen felt the two flying cars from top to bottom, not leaving a single wheel unturned.
"I've decided not to game today. I'm going for a drive. Boss, didn't you say you were going home? I'll give you a ride, "Zu Wen said.
Fang Zhao had given them the day off. Tomorrow, they would have to start another round of overtime. They would probably be living in the office for a long time. But there were only a few of them on the entire floor. Each of them had their own office, and it was still spacious. There were lounges, too. They didn't feel like it was a hardship.
Fang Zhao didn't mistreat them in terms of food. Although the set meal from the company cafeteria wasn't the best, it wasn't bad.
It was already dark by the time Zu Wen drove Fang Zhao to the black street. Fang Zhao didn't let Zu Wen drive the car down. There were more people on the black street at night than during the day. There were all kinds of vehicles, too. Zu Wen's driving skills were only average. It wasn't safe, so Fang Zhao got off at a bus stop. He took the elevator to the bottom floor of the black street and walked down the street to his apartment.
Black street was a little busier at night. Many of the street lamps were broken and hadn't been replaced. The only source of light came from the storefronts on either side.
Fang Zhao walked down the street. Just as he was thinking about the production of the second movement, he suddenly stopped.
He was at a corner of the street. There were no shops on either side. The street lamps were broken, so it was dark. He was about a hundred meters away from the bustling streets. What made Fang Zhao stop were the four men in front of him. One of them was holding a gun, and the muzzle was pointed at Fang Zhao. All four of them were wearing black masks, and their voices were muffled.
"Be smart and transfer a thousand to this account." One of them, a young man in a biker suit, was holding a card with an account ID written on it in shiny paint.
One look and Fang Zhao knew he was a repeat offender. He was good at transferring illegal accounts.
Fang Zhao couldn't help but laugh. Even during the day, when he'd learned about his promotion and the fact that he could mobilize the resources of other departments to produce the second movement, he hadn't laughed when everyone was complimenting him.
How long had it been since someone pointed a gun at him? Fang Zhao couldn't remember.
The man with the gun didn't know how to laugh. He was curious about Fang Zhao's reaction. Shouldn't a normal person be trembling in fear and obediently transferring the money?
Crazy? Crazy? The four men sized Fang Zhao up again.
Forget it, robbing is the most important thing.
"Transfer the money, hurry up!"
The man with the gun urged.
"You just got the gun today, right?" Fang Zhao walked over to the man with the gun.
"Huh? Stop! I'll shoot if you keep going! "
"First time holding a gun?" Fang Zhao kept walking.
"None of your business! Stop! Do you hear me? "
"Your hands are trembling."
"I said, I'll shoot if you keep going!"
"Do you know what people like you were called in my era?"
The four men looked at Fang Zhao. They didn't understand what this guy, who was about the same age as them, meant.
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