Nanfeng returned to his residence and shared the joy of his new job with a few of his Huangzhou friends.
Although he was envious of Fang Zhao's high income, he wasn't jealous. Nanfeng felt that Fang Zhao relied on his talent to make a living. Nanfeng himself had his own talent. He believed he could do even better in the future!
However, Nanfeng's good mood was quickly shattered. He saw a new headline: "Fang Zhao's assistant beats someone up during live broadcast."
Nanfeng's heart skipped a beat.
He searched further. Indeed, there were even more similar headlines. The headlines were eye-catching. There were more or less words like "Fang Zhao's assistant," "Huangcheng black street," and "beating someone up during live broadcast." He wanted to shout, "Everyone, come and see this. Fang Zhao's assistant is beating someone up in front of millions of viewers!"
Many of the entertainment news feeds focused on Fang Zhao's assistant beating someone up during the live broadcast. Many netizens started cursing when they saw the headlines. After cursing, they clicked on the details. F * ck, I've been tricked again!
After watching the entire news feed, netizens continued to watch the drama unfold.
"Serves you right! You have to be prepared to get beaten up on this kind of program. Who knows if you were acting. "
"If it was me, I would beat him up first. If it was real, it wasn't a mistake. If it was just an act, you're innocent and don't have to pay."
"Fang Zhao's assistant went easy on him. If it was me, I would beat him up so badly his mother wouldn't be able to recognize him."
"Oh my, stop bragging! Not everyone has the courage to step forward. Even in the black street, aren't there many people who don't care? "
"I'm curious. Is Fang Zhao really involved in the underworld?"
"Isn't the assistant's eyes the highlight? After the mosaic was removed, one of the assistant's eyes was actually red! Is he a mixed-blood? "
"Even if he's a mixed-blood! A mixed-blood wouldn't have two different-colored eyes! I think he probably has an eye disease. "
"A bunch of country bumpkins! Don't they know about cosmetic lenses? There was a time when it was quite popular to only wear one eye. That was a form of street culture. "
"It's not just cosmetic lenses. There are also color-changing eyeballs."
"Too bad it only appeared for a while."
Nanfeng felt he was done for as he read the comments in the popular online discussion forums. At that time, he hadn't turned off the automatic color adjustment function of his eyeballs, so his new eyeballs had turned red with his emotions.
Nanfeng didn't believe that the news of the assault had spread so quickly and over such a large area. The people from the live broadcast team must have done something.
What if he stole the boss's attention? What if I have a bad influence on the boss?
He had just gotten his job, but he was going to throw it away before it was even warm!
Feeling nervous, Nanfeng consulted Yan Biao.
After listening to the whole story, Yan Biao was relatively calm. "Based on my understanding of the boss over the past two to three years, he wouldn't be calculative with you just because you stole the trending searches and attention. However, what you did was indeed inappropriate. You should apologize to the boss first. He's not that petty. "
It had to be said that Yan Biao had not followed Fang Zhao for nothing over the past two to three years. He was right. Fang Zhao was not the type to get angry over being a hot topic or having his attention stolen.
Fang Zhao was also aware of what was going on online. Someone from Silver Wing had contacted him to ask about the cause of the incident. Because it wasn't considered a scandal, it wasn't a big deal. Silver Wing had also seen that the program team was trying to ride on the hype and knew how to control it.
As for Nanfeng, Fang Zhao felt that even though this assistant had an erratic personality, he was lively and energetic. His IQ and EQ were on point at critical moments. He had his own thoughts, but he wasn't crooked. If there weren't any major problems during the probation period, Fang Zhao would let him become a permanent employee.
He knew that Nanfeng being Fang Zhao's assistant was only temporary. Nanfeng was ambitious and had higher goals. This was very normal. People wanted to climb higher. When the time came, Fang Zhao would not stand in his way. If Nanfeng performed well, Fang Zhao would even lend him a hand.
Therefore, when Nanfeng called to apologize and reflect on his mistakes, Fang Zhao didn't say anything harsh.
Knowing that Fang Zhao wouldn't fire him, Nanfeng was happy again. The boss wasn't a narrow-minded person. It would be much easier for him as an assistant.
The next day, when Nanfeng arrived at Fang Zhao's place, Fang Zhao had just returned from the dormitory gym.
"Good morning, Boss!"
Nanfeng had bought breakfast and some ingredients. He placed them in the kitchen and started his first day as an assistant. Nanfeng had already made notes on the things Fang Zhao had told him to do.
Check the "rabbit" in the water tank, check how much feed was left in the automatic feeding machine, check the water tank for any abnormalities, then cut two fresh leaves and toss them in.
He didn't dare touch it. He still remembered Fang Zhao saying that this "rabbit" was poisonous and couldn't be touched.
Nanfeng believed this. A friend of his raised sea slugs that were poisonous and couldn't be touched carelessly. One had to wear special gloves to touch them.
"Boss, shall I take Curly Hair out for a walk?"
"Go ahead. Have you memorized the route?"
"Yes, yes!" Nanfeng showed Fang Zhao the route he had marked.
"The leash is in the cabinet at the entrance. He can take it himself."
Fang Zhao had just finished speaking when Nanfeng saw Curly Hair run over to the cabinet at the entrance. He opened one of the cabinet doors, took out the leash, closed the cabinet door, and walked over to Fang Zhao.
"So smart. He even knows how to open and close cabinet doors and hold the leash himself! Boss, you trained him well! " Nanfeng was about to say, "As expected of a 200 million dog," but he remembered what Yan Biao had said yesterday and swallowed his words.
After putting on the leash, Fang Zhao let Nanfeng take Curly Hair for a walk around the campus. Although the security on HuangArt's campus couldn't be considered top-notch, it was still better than outside.
Fang Zhao also didn't intend to lock Curly Hair up during his advanced studies. Dogs weren't allowed in the dormitory's gym. Previously, Fang Zhao would take Curly Hair on a leash on the few paths within HuangArt's campus and the little scenic garden. Even a dog couldn't be addicted to gaming all day. Coming out to breathe in the fresh air and experience society and nature was also good.
When Nanfeng returned from walking the dog, his mind snapped out of his "I walked a 200 million dog" train of thought and saw Fang Zhao signing for a delivery.
Ten boxes of fresh fruits had been shipped over from Muzhou.
Nanfeng recalled Yan Biao mentioning that Fang Zhao had invested in a farm in Muzhou and didn't have to worry about food and water. Here, fresh fruits from Muzhou were rather expensive. Nanfeng really didn't eat Muzhou's specialty. Seeing all these made him drool.
Seeing Fang Zhao easily moving boxes after boxes into the dormitory's storage room, Nanfeng thought the boxes weren't heavy. After untying Curly Hair's leash, he hurried over to help.
Nanfeng stretched his limbs, walked over, and hugged a box.
Deep breath. Up!
Can't get up.
Another box. Up again!
Still can't get up.
Nanfeng tried the remaining boxes one by one. He was dumbfounded when he saw Fang Zhao steadily moving two more boxes into the storage room.
On his first day on the job, Nanfeng had experienced the sullen and helpless feeling that Yan Biao had mentioned.
Fang Zhao saw Nanfeng standing there with a defeated look on his face and told him, "The two boxes at the side are filled with melons. Open the seals and wipe the melons inside. Send two to the neighbor next door. Will should be up by now."
"Yes, Boss!"
With something to do, Nanfeng felt that he was worth something again. He couldn't do physical labor, but he could still wash melons, give gifts, and pull strings. Back when he had been an assistant, he had helped small-time celebrities deliver gifts to other crew members. He was familiar with this line of work.
After tidying up, he picked one of the two melons and placed it in a clean basket. Nanfeng walked over to the neighbor with a friendly smile and pressed the doorbell.
Not long after, the door opened. Nanfeng saw a solemn-looking, pale young man.
Nanfeng maintained his smile. "Good morning, Mr. Will. I'm Fang Zhao's assistant. My name is Nanfeng."
Will: "…" Cold.
"The Muzhou farm just sent over some fresh fruits. Boss asked me to deliver them to you. My boss invested in the farm, so it can be considered his own. "
Will was still standing at the door, his brows furrowed. His gaze shifted from Nanfeng to the melons in the box.
Nanfeng maintained his friendly smile, but Will's solemn expression didn't change in the slightest.
A few seconds later, Will stretched out his hand. He had no intention of letting Nanfeng in.
Nanfeng's expression didn't change as he handed over the basket. "The melons are heavier."
Seeing that Will was about to close the door after taking the basket, Nanfeng tactfully left. But after taking a few steps, he didn't hear the door close. The gaze behind him was still there.
Turning around, Nanfeng saw that the door on Will's side was slightly ajar. Will was standing in the room, staring in his direction. The lighting inside was very dim. Will's face was a blur. It gave him a sinister feeling.
Will: "…" Observing in secret.
Nanfeng's face stiffened as he smiled at Will.
Two seconds later, Will closed the door and returned to his own studio.
Yep, I've decided. This assistant of Fang Zhao's isn't challenging enough. I'm not going to draw anymore.
But not moving felt awkward. Will's gaze swept the room. His gaze shifted to the melons in the basket that had just been delivered and he made a decision. I'll draw a melon.
Next door, Nanfeng didn't know about Will's evaluation of him. He just felt pressured.
The people in Fang Zhao's social circle were different from the people he had interacted with before. Nanfeng was used to a bunch of people putting on a facade of "hello, everyone," but when faced with an eccentric artist like Will, Nanfeng didn't know what to say.
Just as Yan Biao had said, it was very difficult.
However, Nanfeng was confident he could do it well. Today, he still had to show off his skills to Fang Zhao. His culinary skills had been learned from a master chef. He wanted to let Fang Zhao know that he was an all-rounder assistant!
As he busied himself in the kitchen, Nanfeng thought of another matter. "Founding Era" was about to reach its finale. It would finish airing in the next two days.
Did he think that the popularity of "Founding Era" would immediately die down after the finale?
Naive!
Let's not talk about how long the popularity of the online broadcast would last. The awards for various continents were also about to start.
Regardless of which continent, this revolutionary film project "Founding Era" would surely sweep all the major awards. For their own development, the participating artists wouldn't let it cool down so quickly.
Over in Yanzhou, Fang Zhao had played such an important role. Everyone could see how well he had acted. He should be able to snag a newcomer award or a supporting role award.
And as Fang Zhao's assistant, Nanfeng would most likely be brought along to participate.
In the past, when he had been an assistant, he had only been following small-time celebrities. He hadn't had the qualifications to participate in those kinds of large-scale and prestigious award ceremonies. He had been ridiculed just for rubbing the red carpet. However, following Fang Zhao was different.
All kinds of award ceremonies, all kinds of red carpet spotlights …
Just thinking about it made him excited.
Nanfeng rubbed his palms together.
He definitely had to perform well. When the time came, Fang Zhao would bring him along to participate in the awards ceremony!
While Nanfeng was busy in the kitchen proving to his new boss that he was all-rounded and working hard to keep his job, Fang Zhao received a video call from Xue Jing from Yanzhou.
Recently, Xue Jing had been in Yanzhou with a few old friends to compile teaching materials and hadn't come to Huangzhou.
Xue Jing first asked Fang Zhao about his studies and how he was adapting to the advanced course.
Fang Zhao answered all of them.
Fang Zhao's answers made Xue Jing very happy. He paused for a bit and smiled. "Fang Zhao, I am contacting you today because I have good news to tell you."
"What good news?" Fang Zhao asked cooperatively. Actually, he had already guessed it.
"You have been nominated for this year's Galaxy Supernova Award!"
Previously, because Fang Zhao had wanted to take the Twelve Tones advanced course and the committee hadn't confirmed all the nominees, Xue Jing hadn't let Fang Zhao know.
By the time the nominations had been finalized and Fang Zhao had passed the Twelve Tones, Xue Jing had been worried that Fang Zhao would let his guard down after seeing all the praise and praise online and offline. He had waited a few days until he felt that the time was right before letting Fang Zhao know.
Xue Jing was still waiting. Fang Zhao was wild with joy and excitement, but after waiting for a while, Fang Zhao didn't hear anything.
"You're not happy? Although being nominated doesn't guarantee an award, it's not easy to be nominated at your age. This is the Galaxy Supernova Award! It's the highest award a young artist can receive! Not just anyone can be nominated. This year, only 70 or so artists have been nominated globally. Given your current situation, it's quite rare! "
"I'm not unhappy," Fang Zhao explained. "I'm just wondering why I was nominated. After all, my artistic achievements and contributions aren't enough. Even if I pass the preliminary round, I might not make it onto the final list of nominees."
Xue Jing let out a rare laugh and said, "It's good to be able to maintain a clear head and recognize yourself! But this time, you were specially recommended by the Huangcheng Medical School and the Galaxy Supernova Award judging committee. The four movements you composed in the '100-Year Period of Destruction' contributed greatly to the fight against the Hull virus. "
If others wanted to obtain the final qualification and be nominated to participate in the final competition, they would have to go through nearly half a year of discussions and debates. Fang Zhao had cut the queue, skipping the preliminary round and most of the debates and debates, and he had been nominated. This was also a form of recognition and honor.
Xue Jing told Fang Zhao why he had been nominated. Fang Zhao had basically expected it, but Fang Zhao still played along and put on a surprised or happy expression. Otherwise, Xue Jing would think he didn't care about the Supernova Award and get angry.
"Pay attention to the email notifications on your personal terminal. Set up a reminder. The 10 Galaxy Supernova Award winners will be selected in the near future. Once a winner is selected, we'll send a notification, "Xue Jing instructed.
Every year, 10 Galaxy Supernova Award winners would be selected.
Was 10 a lot?
Not at all!
Twelve continents weren't enough.
Even after 10 years, each continent might not have 10 Supernova Award winners. Music, painting, dance, sculpture … Many people had their eyes on it. Even some young actors had their eyes on it.
Xue Jing didn't know who the final winner would be. He had no way of knowing in advance. Due to his own special circumstances, he hadn't been selected for this year's judging committee. But based on his analysis, based on Fang Zhao's special contributions, he had a 60 percent chance of winning the Supernova Award. This was his own analysis, and he had not shared it with Fang Zhao.
While Fang Zhao and Xue Jing were video chatting, the commotion in the kitchen had stopped.
Nanfeng was eavesdropping.
He knew it was wrong of him to eavesdrop. He had wanted to close the kitchen door when Fang Zhao was on the line, but when he heard the words "Galaxy Supernova Award nomination," he couldn't bring himself to do so.
The Galaxy Supernova Award, even though it was just a subcategory of the Galaxy Awards and was only for young artists, was still a prestigious award. Even if he hadn't paid attention to it before, he knew what it meant.
It could be said that if Fang Zhao won the award for his music, even if he was a pile of sh * t at acting or a noob at gaming, he would still be showered with praises when he returned to Yanzhou.
If Fang Zhao went to work at any school, even if there were many restrictions and difficulties, as long as he won the award, the obstacles would be greatly reduced.
As an artist, there was no doubt that as long as he won an award, his net worth would multiply.
Although Nanfeng kept telling himself in his heart, You're a quality assistant! You can't eavesdrop on your boss! You have to respect your boss's privacy!
But he couldn't stop his thoughts from drifting, especially when he heard Xue Jing laugh and say that Fang Zhao's four movements of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" had helped combat the Hull virus. Nanfeng nearly chopped off his hand.
An e-sports composer could actually help combat a virus!
At that moment, Nanfeng really wanted to call his mother back home, who often mocked the entertainment industry.
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