Carter briefed Fang Zhao on the situation and asked if Fang Zhao could borrow a car from them.
Nanfeng had helped Fang Zhao rent a car in advance, but the hotel they were staying at wasn't close to the airport. Picking up Fang Zhao from the venue would probably take too long. Secondly, the car had already been lent to Silver Wing for emergency use and couldn't be transferred over.
Fang Zhao got Nanfeng to ask if anyone had a car. He also sent a message to a few people. He didn't know if it was convenient for Tan Min to pick up the phone, so he sent a message first.
Tan Min was coming out of a theater. He wanted to copy Fang Zhao and take notes, but he slapped his forehead after writing two words. "I almost got tricked by Fang Zhao. Why would I need to write by hand when there's an intelligent recording device?"
The main thing was that his writing speed couldn't keep up with his brain. Tan Min thought it was too slow, so his scripts were all typed on the computer.
Tan Min had just finished a movie and was typing in his thoughts. When he saw Fang Zhao's message, he immediately called back.
"I just finished a movie." Tan Min didn't say much. He waited for Fang Zhao to continue. He knew that Fang Zhao had to have something to discuss with him.
"A senior is attending an event today. The roads are jammed and they can't get away. Do you know anyone near the airport? Can you take them to the venue? "
Fang Zhao gave a brief rundown and indicated that he was willing to fork out more money. Based on the current market, it was less than half an hour's drive from the airport to the venue, but it was expensive to hire a local. If it was urgent, the price would be extra.
Hearing what Fang Zhao said, Tan Min hurriedly said, "OK, I'll help you ask if there are any friends who are going the same way. Local cars are all booked in advance. Many are booked for the whole day. It all depends on luck."
"Thanks."
"Hey, you're welcome! That's enough. Let me ask first. "
Less than two minutes later, Tan Min replied while Fang Zhao was asking others.
"How many people are there with your senior?"
"Seven people and three 24-inch luggage boxes."
"That can be done. I have a friend who just dropped someone off at the airport and is planning to pick them up from the airport. I can bring them along. What's your senior's name? "
"George Quintero. The fare..."
"Don't worry about the fare! Hurry up and inform your senior brother. It would be best if he could send a photo. That friend of mine will be arriving soon. His license plate is... "Tan Min told Fang Zhao the license plate.
"Thanks."
Fang Zhao didn't argue. After ending the call, he gave Carter a reply.
Carter immediately contacted the airport.
George Quintero, who was sweating all over from waiting in the coffee shop, immediately picked up the call when he heard his communicator ring.
"Teacher …"
"Send me a few photos! Go to the roadside and wait. Someone will come and pick you up immediately. "Carter was too lazy to listen to so much nonsense.
"Good! Good! Thank you, Teacher! You're the best! "
"Don't thank me. This time, it was your Junior Brother who helped. Today, I've lost all my face because of you!"
After giving Professor Carter the license plate number and sending the photo to Fang Zhao, Professor Carter decided to listen to some tunes to calm his nerves.
Before putting on the headphones, Carter felt as if he had forgotten something. He thought for a few seconds but couldn't remember.
"Forget it. It's not a big deal if I can't remember." He stopped thinking and listened to the tunes.
On the other side, George Quintero, who had been scolded by Professor Carter over the phone, wiped the sweat off his face and thought to himself, Didn't I just beg you to help arrange a car for me? Is there a need to be so irritable?
Could it be that Teacher Carter's composing has encountered a bottleneck?
Or perhaps he was criticized by Venerable Mo again?
That's not right, Junior Brother?
George Quintero finally grasped the crux of the matter. He rubbed his chubby face and tried his best to recall. "Who is Junior Brother?"
Professor Carter was already over 100 years old and had mentored too many PhD and master's students. After graduation, they had all developed in various continents. George Quintero wasn't familiar with most of them. As for those who weren't PhD and master's students, he had an impression of all of them. Little Junior Brother, Little Junior Brother, he was definitely the last one to be accepted into the sect, that was why he was called Little Junior Brother, but he really couldn't remember who was the last one to be accepted into the sect.
After flipping through his contact list, he still couldn't find anyone. But now wasn't the time to think about this.
He called out to his students and hurriedly carried their luggage to the roadside. Each of them widened their eyes as they searched for the car plate number given by Carter.
Two minutes later, a local sports car drove over.
One side checked the photos and identification documents, while the other side checked the car plate number.
There was no mistake.
"Hurry up and get in the car!" The driver waved his hand.
The surrounding people waiting by the roadside looked at this line of people enviously. It was really too difficult to get a car at this time!
"Hey, Sir, the route you are taking is different from the GPS," a student said as he looked at the GPS in his hands and the road outside.
"Didn't you see my car plate number? The route we can take with this car plate number is different from others. "The driver had a proud look on his face. He loved to see the astonished and envious looks of foreign tourists.
"Oh, is this the legendary 'Green Pass' that only has one plate per household?" A quick-witted student complimented.
"Of course! There won't be any traffic on this road, and the number of cars is strictly limited. The road is also smooth, and the speed will be slightly higher. It will only take us 15 minutes to reach the venue. "
The people in the car finally relaxed. "That's great! We will make it!"
A student looked at the signboards advertising the film and television series and sighed. "This year should be a bumper harvest for 'Founding Era.' I see that many of the signboards are for 'Founding Era.'"
Speaking of this, the driver's interest was piqued. "That's true. Just look at the nominations. The others are just there to keep them company. Our people on Corale Island understand this the best. 'Founding Era' is really good. Nothing else can compare! "
"Little brother driver, how many episodes of 'Founding Era' have you watched?"
"I've watched all of them! I like the Xizhou, Muzhou, and Yanzhou chapters the most. The Xizhou chapter focuses on the fights, the Muzhou chapter on the dogs, and the Yanzhou chapter on Fang Zhao. "
"You're a fan of Fang Zhao?"
"Of course. Some time ago, the news was all over the news about him. He's the one who composed a song that directly conquered the Hull virus. After watching the news, I finished the Yanzhou chapter. It's not that I'm praising you, but this junior of yours is really impressive!"
The others in the car were dumbfounded. "… Junior?"
The driver was puzzled by their reactions. "That's right. Didn't you guys get him to help with the car this time?"
George Quintero's hand, which was in the middle of tidying up his appearance, froze.
"My junior is Fang Zhao?!"
"Teacher, your junior is Fang Zhao?"
"What? It's actually Fang Zhao?! "
The driver in front was amused when he heard their conversation. "Are the few of you playing a duet?"
"How could my junior be Fang Zhao? When did this happen? "George Quintero's face was full of doubt.
The driver was even more amused. "You're asking me about your own junior?" This bunch of people were really silly.
"In any case, this time, Fang Zhao looked for my friend, and my friend in turn asked me for help. Right now, there's a shortage of cars here. Everything is booked a few days in advance. Luckily, it's on the way. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have the time to send you guys to the venue. I just happen to be picking up a few people there," the driver said.
"So busy?" a young student asked.
"Heh, of course! There's only a few days off throughout the year. There's no way to go to work. There are people everywhere, crazy movie fans everywhere. However, every year during these few days, we have to act as guest drivers. " When the driver mentioned this, the smile on his face widened. He didn't have the slightest bit of grumbling. "It can be considered a subsidy for us."
"Then the people here must have earned quite a lot by acting as guest drivers these few days, right?" another young student asked curiously.
"Sigh, not much, not much! Just making a living. " The driver didn't say much, but the corners of his mouth kept curling up. His voice carried a hint of happiness. "I'm not bragging, but we have a family here. His family has a licensed big car and they're really hardworking. Three people in the family take turns to drive. In 10 days, do you know how much they earned?"
"How much?" a few young students in the car were curious.
The driver extended five fingers. "Over a million!"
The others in the car: "..."
This number was rather scary, but why did he have to extend five fingers?
The attention of a few young students was diverted, but George Quintero rubbed his plump face absentmindedly to wake himself up. He didn't even notice that his neatly arranged hairstyle was messed up.
Junior is Fang Zhao?
When did Teacher accept a new disciple?
That was Fang Zhao, who had deep connections with the commercial and artistic circles as well as the chaotic entertainment circles! How could a teacher who believed himself to be a clean stream and focused on academics allow Fang Zhao to enter his school?
In his bewilderment, he asked a few of his fellow students, but none of them knew about this.
George Quintero still hadn't resolved this question even when he alighted from the venue. He thought to himself, Teacher is really too much. He didn't say that Junior is Fang Zhao and didn't give me Junior's contact details.
When he arrived at his destination, he thanked the driver. Before he could even ask for the fare, all he saw was the back of the car.
He reported the situation to Carter and asked about Fang Zhao in passing.
Carter didn't take long to reply. His tone was still not good. "Remember, it was your junior who helped out this time. You guys were there too. If Fang Zhao encounters any difficulties, you guys have to take care of him, got it?!"
"When is it our turn to take care of him? Isn't this sort of place his home ground?"
From George Quintero's point of view, this was the home ground of those in the entertainment circles, including those teams that specialized in composing music for the film and television industry. As for academics like him, they really felt like they couldn't advance an inch here.
However, even if it was an away game, George Quintero felt that he couldn't lose face for his school. Since he had been invited as a business partner, he still had to put on airs.
Raising his head and puffing out his chest, George Quintero put on a straight face and led his students into the venue. He simply didn't know that his students were bragging in their WeChat Moments.
"Arrived at the venue! We made it! My teacher's junior helped to get the car, and it even has a green car plate! There are pictures as proof. Also, I only found out today that my teacher's junior is Fang Zhao! Yes, it is that famous genius Fang Zhao! "
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