Great-grandfather Fang felt that among his grandchildren, Fang Zhao resembled him the most. As for the others, who did they resemble? Great-grandfather Fang glanced over at Great-grandmother Fang.
"Not me," Great-grandfather Fang muttered.
Online, more and more people joined in the discussion about the amulet. Some people felt that Fang Zhao's amulet had brought him good luck and wanted to get a similar one, but at the same time, they were worried. What if they got unlucky?
"Let's wait and see what happens to Fang Zhao before buying. There's no rush."
"Then let's wait a little longer? Anyway, the second round of examinations is coming soon. We'll decide after waiting for the results. "
"I don't have high expectations. Besides, I have an exam soon. Let's buy first."
In Qi 'an City's Cemetery for Martyrs, there were suddenly many people buying protective amulets. They were buying the "Fang Zhao" model, but unfortunately, that model was not in stock. In the past, not many people bought it, and the cemetery's personnel in charge of such items did not keep too many.
Because of the low stock, many people had not been able to buy it, and the price of the amulet had skyrocketed. Because of the low stock, it was hard to avoid people blinded by greed taking another route — counterfeiting.
In the eyes of counterfeiters, if the paper used was of high quality and the drawing looked exactly the same, how could it be considered counterfeiting?
But the buyers did not approve.
In the Old Era, there was a phrase called "illumination."
Amulets that had not gone through a ceremony and were not born in the cemetery were fake. No matter how good the material was, it was still fake.
Thus, the relevant departments started to crack down on counterfeits. The cemetery had its own anti-counterfeiting measures, so it was still possible to distinguish between real and fake.
But Fang Zhao, who had set off a storm of counterfeiting and counterfeiting in Yanzhou, had no time to pay attention to these things. After receiving the notice for the second round of examinations, he had been called over by Xue Jing for a week of training before heading to Huangzhou for the second round of examinations.
More than 100,000 people had applied. After three rounds of screening, only 1,000 people had qualified for the second round. Of the 90-odd people in Yanzhou who had passed the first round, Fang Zhao was the youngest.
This time, Fang Zhao had not asked the company to arrange an assistant for him. As before, he had only brought Zuo Yu and Yan Biao. One was a part-time driver and the other a part-time assistant.
"Boss, are you really not bringing Curly Hair along? Will he feel lonely if he is left alone at home? "Zuo Yu asked.
"No," Fang Zhao said with certainty. With the game console around, Curly Hair wouldn't feel bored.
Furthermore, if there was any danger, it would be more convenient for Curly Hair to act on his own. Sending someone home would instead restrict his movements.
After arriving in Huangzhou, Fang Zhao's presence had dropped significantly. His influence was also far from what it had been in Yanzhou. However, due to the frequency of his recent appearances online, Fang Zhao still wore a hat.
At this time of year, the temperature in Huangzhou was rather high. Quite a number of students walking around the Huangzhou Institute of Art wore caps. Plus, Fang Zhao intentionally kept a low profile, so he was not conspicuous.
"Hey, boss, you take the time to read. Just leave the errands to us," Yan Biao said.
This time, both Yan Biao and Zuo Yu were on a mission. Whether it was Silver Wing, Great-grandfather Fang, Xue Jing, or the others, they had all privately sought them out to run errands. That way, Fang Zhao would have time to adjust to the time difference and prepare for his exams.
Thus, after arriving at Huangzhou Institute of Art, Zuo Yu ran over to ask about the procedures that candidates had to go through to understand how the school would arrange for the students' meals and lodging. Yan Biao followed beside Fang Zhao, lugging his luggage and carrying his bags.
Fang Zhao wanted to carry his own bag, but Yan Biao wouldn't let him.
Let the boss carry his bags? How could he, a salted fish with a high salary, do that! It was a rare opportunity to be of use, so he naturally couldn't miss it.
The sun was blazing. Fang Zhao pointed to a building not far away. The walls were almost entirely made of transparent glass. "Go sit there and wait."
The building Fang Zhao pointed to was a library that mainly catered to tourists. The first floor was mainly a resting area. It was slightly more lively, and the people sitting there were all people who had come here to rest.
After finding a place to sit, Yan Biao put down his luggage and bag. Seeing that Fang Zhao was going to buy water, he hurriedly said, "Let me do it, let me do it!"
Yan Biao ran off to buy water. Fang Zhao sat on a chair and looked through the glass at the students walking outside.
HuangArt students all had a kind of arrogance. Even though they maintained basic etiquette and used honorifics, one could still feel the arrogance in their eyes and words.
This was understandable. A top-notch school was nurtured by the arts. It was very normal for them to be favored by the heavens. The good thing was that they wouldn't look down on others without any scruples. This was also a kind of upbringing.
Looking at the interior, the wooden tables and chairs were decorated with many green plants. Even though the tables and chairs weren't made of wood and the plants were artificial air purifiers, the combination gave off a very peaceful feeling. There was also a small library area upstairs that was open to the public. Hardcover books could also be rented, but they all had to be paid.
As Fang Zhao was sizing up his surroundings, Yan Biao returned with water. There were too many people today. He had to queue.
After drinking some water, Fang Zhao said, "I'll go up and take a look."
"OK, I'll sit here. If you need to go out and buy anything, just send me a message." Yan Biao indicated that he would definitely not go anywhere and would be on standby.
After Fang Zhao went upstairs, Yan Biao tidied up his luggage and wiped the sweat off his forehead. As he drank his water, he recalled his performance in the morning. Seems like it's going well. Mmm, I can rest in peace.
Someone beside them watched them for a while. At this moment, he came over. "Hey, bro, you brought your son to register too?"
"Pfft —"
Yan Biao spat out a mouthful of mineral water.
"No, no, no, no!"
Sweating profusely, Yan Biao hurriedly explained, "Please don't misunderstand! That's my boss! "
As he spoke, Yan Biao started doubting himself again. He was clearly still very young, not much older than Fang Zhao. How could he have caused such a misunderstanding?
Where did he get the guts to dare be the boss's father?!
Stroking his beard, Yan Biao found the reason for this misunderstanding. He had originally thought it would make him look more mature and intimidating, but he had never expected it to cause such a misunderstanding. Luckily, the boss hadn't heard. What if the boss had felt uncomfortable and fired him?
Stroking his beard, Yan Biao decided to shave it when he returned to the hotel today!
During this period, the other ordinary advanced courses of HuangArt were also recruiting, so he would see some parents bringing their children over to register. After that, quite a few people came over to speak with Yan Biao. Yan Biao explained clearly that he was accompanying his boss and didn't want any misunderstandings.
There were also people accompanying their family elders. Yan Biao even met a person who was bringing his father to HuangArt's Twelve Tones for the second round. Hearing the other party brag, Yan Biao really wanted to say that his boss was also here for the second round. But he held it back.
As a qualified bodyguard, it was better not to reveal information about his boss.
After Zuo Yu completed the paperwork, Fang Zhao checked into the dormitory.
Zuo Yu and Yan Biao had nothing to do with the rest, so Fang Zhao let them return to the hotel and wait. The school only prepared temporary dormitories for the examinees and didn't have any accompanying personnel.
The second round of HuangArt's Twelve Tones was even longer, requiring three consecutive days.
The examination venue was in the building next to HuangArt's library. The examination venue was connected to the library by a passageway. The second round of the examination was open-book, and people could search for information, be it printed books or electronic documents. Other than not being able to communicate with the outside world, you could search for anything you wanted in the library.
Three days was limited to these two buildings, but the examinees didn't seem to feel uncomfortable. Especially for creative type examinees, it was common for them to be locked up in their own workrooms for months at a time. They didn't have to worry about food and water, and they just had to concentrate on solving the questions.
When the examination really started, they realized that time passed rather quickly.
On the first day, after Fang Zhao looked at the questions, he left the examination room and went to the library next door to flip through some information.
This library was different from the small libraries that were open to tourists. This was a true world of knowledge. Some documents that weren't allowed to be transmitted electronically could also be found here.
There were surveillance cameras from the examination venue to the library. Invigilators would observe every examinee's behavior through the surveillance cameras and wouldn't appear to disturb the examinees.
As for eating, Fang Zhao didn't let his stomach suffer this time. Solving questions and composing consumed mental energy, and he had expended a lot of it. Now he needed to replenish his energy so that he could focus better. When others ordered a boxed lunch set, Fang Zhao could order four! When the boxed lunches were small, he would order five or six.
On the first day, Fang Zhao looked at the examination questions and went to the library to flip through some information. At night, he rested in his own examination room. His bed shrunk into the wall and was enough for a single person to rest.
On the second day, Fang Zhao solved the questions and rested early.
On the third day, he went to the library to flip through some information again in the morning and revised his papers in the afternoon. When it was almost time and people from other examination rooms were leaving, Fang Zhao handed in his script.
When he came out of the examination venue, Fang Zhao saw a group of students handing out HuangArt's cultural commemorative gift boxes.
Those who were able to participate in the second round were mostly famous in their respective fields. Thus, even though HuangArt students had their own pride, they were even more courteous in front of the Twelve Tones' second round examinees. When they handed over the gift boxes, they also wore appropriate smiles.
When they saw Fang Zhao, a few students' eyes lit up and they rushed over to hand over the gift boxes. "You've worked hard!"
Fang Zhao received the gift box and smiled. "Thank you, it wasn't hard at all."
Fang Zhao really didn't feel that it was hard. He didn't have to worry about anything in the examination venue. He didn't have to worry about food and drink, and there was a designated activity area. They could also visit 60% of the library's floors. Other than solving the questions being a little mentally taxing, it really wasn't tiring.
"Can we take a picture together? I'm your fan! "a student asked.
"Me too. I especially like the first few seasons of the Yanzhou chapter!" "Me too. I especially like the Yanzhou chapter you acted in!
"I'm a gaming fan!"
Students from top-notch art schools had seen many celebrities and famous artists, so they weren't too excited. Most of them were just curious.
After Fang Zhao agreed, the HuangArt students took a few photos with Fang Zhao. After asking Fang Zhao, they posted the photos on their online communication platform.
Following that, people from various entertainment media outlets started to over-interpret Fang Zhao's expression in the photos.
"Seeing Fang Zhao smiling so happily, he probably did pretty well."
"I feel that Fang Zhao is actually forcing himself to smile. Just look at the expressions of the other examinees after the second round. The difficulty of the second round isn't small either."
"Three days in a row. Why does Fang Zhao look like he's in good spirits in the photo?"
"Is he faking it?"
"I wonder if he brought his amulet this time."
"Who bought the information from HuangArt? Hurry up and tell us. "
"HuangArt rarely divulges information to the outside world. It's even harder to buy surveillance footage."
There were also some people who were familiar with HuangArt's invigilators who went to inquire. They couldn't divulge the details of the examination venue, but when they asked about their impression of Fang Zhao, the invigilators expressed:
"Very young and can eat a lot."
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