Great-Grandfather Fang burped at Great-Grandmother Fang's action of secretly snapping photos.
After the burp, all the emotions that had been building up dissipated in an instant.
But he had cried, and it had been quite tiring. After he calmed down, Great-Grandfather Fang perked up immediately and sent out eight large red packets in his chat groups to show off.
"Congratulations to our Little Zhao for winning the Galaxy Supernova Award! [Red packet] "
Every time the veterans in the retirement home heard Great-grandfather Fang brag about Fang Zhao's new musical works or the fact that he had acted in "Founding Era," they would take it as a joke. Even though they congratulated Great-Grandfather Fang on the surface, who knew what they were secretly gossiping about.
With how big the retirement facility was, there were bound to be some old cadres whose descendants were doing well, especially those who were part of the system. They preferred to keep a low profile and flaunt their achievements. Even if they had some achievements, they would not brag about them like Great-grandfather Fang.
When they found out that Fang Zhao had won the Galaxy Supernova Award, the veterans congratulated him with genuine sincerity.
First, the Galaxy Supernova Award was a prestigious award. Fang Zhao was the only person from Yanzhou to have won it this year, and he was in his twenties. He had great potential. This award had elevated Fang Zhao's status from an entertainment star to a true artist.
The second reason the veterans' opinions of Fang Zhao had changed was because of the Hull virus. Whether it was a coincidence or not, Fang Zhao's contribution to curing the virus was undeniable. It was worthy of respect.
"Congratulations, Old Fang! Your family has produced another talent! "
"Your Little Zhao is only in his twenties. His future is limitless!"
"This Fang Zhao kid isn't bad."
Great-Grandfather Fang was pleased with himself.
"Yes, yes, yes. Our Little Zhao is the most like me!"
Great-Grandfather Fang had wanted to give Fang Zhao a video call, but he figured Fang Zhao would be busy, so he decided to wait a few days. After sending a text message congratulating Fang Zhao and reminding him to take care of his health and eat well, Great-Grandfather Fang put on his new T-shirt, swung his shiny walking stick, and headed out to chat with his old friends in the retirement home. He wanted to let them know if his new getup was artsy enough. Maybe he should get his hair done?
In Huangzhou, after Fang Zhao finished his second day of class, he received a bombardment of messages from various sources.
First, Fang Zhao checked the email from the Galaxy Awards committee. It was indeed an announcement of the award. At the same time, they also informed Fang Zhao to leave a detailed address. The invitation to the award ceremony would be delivered within 12 hours after the address was confirmed.
After filling in the HuangArt dormitory address and replying to the email, Fang Zhao replied to a group of people. As he was replying, Fang Zhao received a call from Huangcheng Channel 9.
The commercial and entertainment nature of Huangcheng TV Station was not very important, and the nine Huangcheng TV Stations mainly focused on documentaries, all of which were high-standard documentaries. Among them, a small portion of the best of the best would be classified into important files and given a golden label.
And inviting Fang Zhao to participate in the filming of this documentary was also a gold standard. The film was about the process of curing the Hull virus.
As a composer who had used music to open the door to conquering the world, Fang Zhao was naturally one of the key invitations.
"We have already dispatched a team to Yanzhou to film. Now, we just need to see if it is convenient for you, Mr. Fang. It is just a simple interview and some filming. Half an hour is sufficient. There will also be some scenes of your daily life, but our cameramen will not disturb you, "the producer of Huangcheng Channel 9 said.
Film crews had been dispatched to all 12 continents. There were people involved in the Hull virus cure project on each continent who needed to be interviewed and filmed separately. The Yanzhou team was a special case. Back when Fang Zhao had been writing "100-Year Period of Destruction," he had worked for an entertainment company in Yanzhou. The Yanzhou team would also film the team that had created the virtual idol "Polar Light."
"Sure," Fang Zhao replied.
"When are you free, Mr. Fang? Let's schedule an interview at HuangArt. We will send someone over."
"Tomorrow at 4 p.m. I have classes in the morning and an hour-long live lecture in the afternoon. It ends at 3: 30 p.m. and we can start filming at 4 p.m. "
"Sure. Tomorrow at 4 p.m. then."
After setting up an appointment with Huangcheng Channel 9, Fang Zhao contacted Nanfeng and told him about the interview so he could be prepared.
Nanfeng, who had been elated by Fang Zhao's Galaxy Supernova Award win, promised that he would perform well and not be a burden to Fang Zhao when he found out Huangcheng Channel 9 was coming.
When the call ended, Nanfeng was both excited and pleased. "See, I know how to pick my boss!"
At the same time, he told himself to perform well and keep his job. He still had to attend the Galaxy Awards ceremony with Fang Zhao. Many Best Actors and Best Actresses had failed to get in. In the entertainment industry, only a small number of people with enough works and status could get in.
As Fang Zhao's new assistant, Nanfeng was basking in the limelight.
The day after Fang Zhao's award, the third online lecture was broadcast live in the afternoon. As soon as the lecture started, the number of online viewers skyrocketed to more than 100 million, and it continued to grow.
Yanzhou's entertainment media fully displayed their ability to sway with the wind and exaggerate with their eyes closed. As soon as they found out Fang Zhao had won the Galaxy Supernova Award, they began to praise him without restraint. Most of the online viewers were from Yanzhou. Most of them were curious and wanted to join in on the fun.
Out of the 12 continents, there were 10 winners from nine continents. Huangzhou had two winners.
The media from all nine continents were competing to see who could be the loudest, as if they were afraid of falling behind.
The comment section was also filled with messages congratulating Fang Zhao for winning the award, but Fang Zhao did not pay attention to them. Instead, he followed his lesson plan and finished the rest of the content in an hour. Only then did he smile and thank everyone for their congratulations.
After he went offline, Fang Zhao received a video call from Xue Jing.
"Fang Zhao, did you receive the invitation?" Xue Jing asked.
"Yes, it was delivered to my dormitory last night," Fang Zhao replied.
"That's good. When you attend the award ceremony, you have to be humble. You were in good form during today's lecture. Keep it up. "
Xue Jing was worried. Seeing the unscrupulous media blindly exaggerate, he was worried that Fang Zhao would be affected and become arrogant, thinking that he had won such an honor at such a young age. "When the time comes, many seniors who have won the Supernova Award will be there."
Fang Zhao knew what Xue Jing meant. He was about to say something when a new message popped up and caught his attention.
"Teacher Xue..." Fang Zhao said.
"Listen to me first. When the time comes for the award ceremony, don't dress too ostentatiously. Simple and elegant is better."
"I understand. Teacher Xue, I want to say... "
"I'm not done yet. Listen up, kid. When the time comes, all the seniors in the art world will be there. Whether they win an award or not, those who can attend the award ceremony have made contributions and achievements in their respective fields. You have to be nicer in front of them." Xue Jing continued to exhort Fang Zhao about things to take note of at the award ceremony.
"I know, Teacher Xue..."
"Listen to me first!" Xue Jing's tone was stern, but he felt that it was too harsh, so he slowed down and asked, "What did you want to say just now?"
"Teacher Xue, you have won an award. The Galaxy World Prize was announced two minutes ago, "Fang Zhao said as he read the new message released by the Galaxy World Prize committee.
The winner of the Galaxy World Award was not chosen every year. It was common for one to be chosen every three to five years.
Xue Jing was still working hard at his age. He wanted to achieve more and make more contributions so that he could win a Galaxy World Prize that shone at the top of the industry.
In terms of the number of outstanding works and the impact of his music, Xue Jing couldn't compare to Mo Lang and the others. His musical style was narrower, and there were other competent peers in the same genre. In terms of artistic achievements, he was still lacking. But all these years, he had been working hard toward that medal.
Every three years, Xue Jing would apply for the Galaxy World Prize. He had applied this year, so he hadn't entered the Galaxy World Prize committee this year and hadn't participated in the selection for the Supernova Prize, which was reserved for young artists.
Because there had been no news, Xue Jing had thought that he wouldn't be nominated this year. Little did he expect...
On the other end of the call, Xue Jing was stunned when he heard what Fang Zhao had said.
Xue Jing's assistant was worried. He had just received the first-hand news, but Xue Jing had been on the call, so he hadn't interrupted him.
"Old Xue, calm down! Drink some water first! "The assistant hurriedly poured Xue Jing a glass of warm water and handed it over.
Xue Jing's eyes gradually focused on the glass. He reached out to take it, but his hand was shaking. The glass was only half-full, but when it reached his mouth, another half fell out.
Xue Jing's communication device had been turned off because of the shaking.
Fang Zhao called back. Xue Jing's assistant picked up.
"Old Xue is just overjoyed. He needs some time to cool down," Xue Jing's assistant replied, glancing at Xue Jing, who was still sitting in his chair in a daze.
"That's good." Fang Zhao had been worried that Xue Jing's health would deteriorate because of the sudden disconnection.
When Fang Zhao emerged from the classroom, Nanfeng was waiting outside.
"Boss, the people from Huangcheng Channel 9 are here."
The people from Huangcheng Channel 9 were already waiting. The interview would take place on HuangArt's campus in a quiet park. The questions weren't as tricky as those of entertainment reporters. They were questions about creativity and art, as well as topics related to the Hull virus.
Fang Zhao answered all of them.
Nanfeng happily served tea to the big shots from the side.
When the interview was over, the rest of the film crew left. "If we need to reshoot some scenes, we'll contact you in advance to schedule a time. Is that okay with you, Mr. Fang?"
"No problem." Fang Zhao was more than willing to play along.
After the rest of the film crew left, a cameraman stayed behind to follow Fang Zhao and film only a few scenes from his daily life.
"Fang Zhao, just go about your daily life and pretend I'm not here. If you feel it's too personal and inconvenient to film, you can let me know. I'll try my best to avoid it. "
The cameraman followed Fang Zhao to his dorm room. The first thing he saw was the Fiery Bird gaming helmet.
In preparation for Huangcheng Channel 9's shoot, Nanfeng had polished many things in his dorm room, especially the gaming helmet.
"Wow! Fiery Bird's eighth-generation limited-edition gaming helmet! It's not for sale anymore. " The cameraman was also a Fiery Bird fan. As soon as he entered Fang Zhao's dorm room, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
"Only celebrities like you who work with Fiery Bird can get their hands on one, Fang Zhao... Can I take a look?" The cameraman looked at Fang Zhao expectantly.
"Sure." Fang Zhao nodded.
"How about taking pictures?"
"Sure."
"Thank you so much! Oh, Mr. Fang, feel free to do as you please. I have already set up the camera. It will follow you and record automatically. I'll just sit here and won't disturb your work. "
The cameraman hugged the gaming helmet like it was a treasure and was happily taking selfies to show off to a few friends. Gradually, he sensed something was amiss. He glanced around and met Curly Hair's gaze.
"That dog is looking at me... I feel like it wants to bite me," the cameraman whispered to Nanfeng.
Nanfeng, who was pondering what to wear to the awards ceremony, glanced at Curly Hair and replied, "Little Curly Hair is so obedient. Why would you have that thought?"
"No, I feel like it has something against me. Look, it's still looking at me."
"Why don't you change locations?" Nanfeng suggested.
The cameraman, who had just said he wouldn't move, immediately switched to another chair and hugged the gaming helmet to another corner of the dorm room. However, he realized that the dog's eyes were still following him.
The cameraman poked Nanfeng and whispered, "It's looking at me again..."
Curly Hair, who was lying at Fang Zhao's feet, kept staring at the cameraman. Every few minutes, he would snort heavily.
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