When Anna's fans came back to their senses, they saw the situation unfolding before them. This was even more intolerable!
On one side, Fang Zhao's fans and the cameramen had stirred up a storm. On the other side, Anna's fans seemed to be using all their strength to shout even more hysterically.
Some people thought, I'm not a fan of either of them. Which side should I support? Whatever, I'll just shout along with the people around me.
In this atmosphere, it would be embarrassing not to speak up.
Gradually, driven by the atmosphere, the fans reached their peak. Words seemed to lose their effect. A single "Ah!" was enough to express everything.
Thus, the shouts of "Fang Zhao" and "Anna" were gradually drowned out by the screams of "Ah!"
The feeling of heat rising from all directions made Anna, who was standing in the center of the whirlpool, feel a little dizzy. The smile on her face was no longer a decorative one, but a genuine, heartfelt joy that was more exciting than winning a prize.
Others might not know, but as a regular at film festivals, she knew all too well how rare this situation was. Even if she didn't win an award, it was still worth it!
Not far from the venue, many people who couldn't get in had gathered to watch the live broadcast.
Zuo Yu and Yan Biao swallowed hard as they watched the scene unfold on the screen.
"Is our boss that popular?" Zuo Yu shivered as goosebumps rose all over his body.
"Aren't newcomers at a disadvantage here?" Yan Biao didn't understand.
Zuo Yu turned to Nanfeng and asked, "Did you buy fans? Did you arrange for professional fans to control the crowd? "
"How is that possible? How many people did I arrange? Just look at the number of reporters and fans closest to the venue. I couldn't have arranged for that kind of craziness! "Nanfeng was excited and refreshed.
He had been worried that as a newcomer in the film industry, Fang Zhao wouldn't be able to control the atmosphere. But when he saw his co-star, Anna, Nanfeng felt relieved. With this Huangzhou superstar leading the way, even if the popularity was one-sided, there wouldn't be an awkward silence.
But reality was far from what he could have predicted. Looking at the scene before him, he actually had the momentum to suppress Anna!
Not just anyone could trigger the craziness of the cameramen. They had seen many superstars, but Nanfeng couldn't understand why they would react like this. He wasn't a professional cameraman and couldn't understand their pursuits, but he could tell from the live broadcast that Fang Zhao's aura didn't lose to Anna's.
Nanfeng was so emotional that his eyes were brimming with tears. He had nowhere to vent his emotions and couldn't chat with Zuo Yu and Yan Biao, so he started a group chat with his old friends in the entertainment industry.
"Did you watch the livestream? He's my boss! "
"Amazing! You performed so well on your first red carpet at the Golden TV Series Gala. Look at the reaction of the cameramen. Nanfeng, you're going to be rich!"
"If you have any business in the future, don't forget to bring us along. We'll give you a discount."
"Hahahaha, well said, well said!" Nanfeng was especially pleased with himself. He gave a thumbs up for his smart choice back then. If it had been any other celebrity, it would have been rare to have Nanfeng's luck and ability.
"How many years have I endured? At this moment, I no longer know how to describe my feelings." Nan Feng's eyes were red. He was so emotional that his voice trembled slightly.
"Don't you feel excited that your own pig is finally out of the pen?" another friend suddenly asked.
"Yeah … My ass!" Nanfeng glanced guiltily at Zuo Yu and Yan Biao. Seeing that they weren't paying attention, he heaved a sigh of relief. How could you compare your boss to a pig? Even if he was a pig, he was a golden pig! How could he not be excited when a golden pig was released from the pen?
At the same time, Zaro's agent was also watching the livestream. His eyes were brimming with tears of envy, jealousy, and hatred!
Although his salary was high, he didn't feel the satisfaction of being honored. Every time he attended these events and saw other celebrities, he felt incomparably sad.
Compared to other celebrities, his own was just a dog!
And a stupid dog!
But even if it was a stupid dog, he still had to provide for it. Who asked stupid dogs to pay?
Based on his understanding of Zaro, he was probably just as envious now. Thus, with mixed feelings, his agent sent Zaro a text message. "Don't be too envious of him. You can do it too. There's a saying from the Old Era: 'A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.' Let's take it slow."
Very quickly, Zaro replied, "I understand what you're saying, but where is the 'foot'? Which continent? "
Zaro's agent was stupefied.
What do you know!
His mood suddenly calmed down.
Accept reality! Rather than thinking about those impossible things, why not think about how to raise this stupid dog's value and sell it for a better price? No matter how stupid Zaro was, the Renault surname gave him confidence! What could Fang Zhao do? No matter how popular he was, he wasn't the descendant of a great general.
On the other side, Fang Zhao and Anna walked the red carpet and entered the venue through the golden coral door. Only then did the outside world gradually calm down. After signing on the signature wall, they cooperated with the media for a few photos. After a short interview, the two finally entered the gala hall.
Anna hadn't completely calmed down. She turned to look at Fang Zhao beside her and smiled. "How is it? Do you feel like the red carpet has some kind of magical power that makes you feel like you're flying? Do you want to change careers? "
Fang Zhao raised his head. There wasn't a trace of excitement in his eyes. "No."
Anna: "…"
Seeing Fang Zhao typing a text message, she asked, "Are you sharing your feelings with a friend?"
Fang Zhao replied, "Teacher Mo gave me a question. I'm sending him the answer now."
Anna gave Fang Zhao a peculiar look. "What kind of question did Teacher Mo give you?"
"He told me to pay attention when I was walking the red carpet. He wanted me to know who the composer of the song playing in the background was and to send him the answer after the walk."
Anna: "…" Little junior brother, are you a monster?
It was already difficult for a normal person to keep their cool in that kind of atmosphere, let alone listening to the background music amidst all sorts of screams and howls! Let alone analyzing the composer of the background music!
After sitting down, Anna immediately sent a text message to her husband, Lan Jing. "I finally understand why Teacher Mo is trying so hard to pull Fang Zhao over to his side."
Lan Jing was curious. "Why?"
"Fang Zhao is a monster!"
Ignoring the limelight Fang Zhao had brought along on the red carpet, just the fact that Fang Zhao could divert his attention to answer a question and calmly send a text message after the walk was enough to give Anna a huge blow.
"There's really nothing to say about talent. Lan Jing, as his last disciple, you're going to fall out of favor with Venerable Mo."
Huangzhou.
Mo Lang was also watching the live broadcast. During the red carpet walk, he only focused on Fang Zhao's walk. He kept his eyes on Fang Zhao and observed his reaction. Under the extremely clear lens, Fang Zhao's performance was flawless. At most, from the cameramen's point of view, Fang Zhao's performance wasn't perfect.
Watching Fang Zhao bring up the atmosphere, Mo Lang muttered to himself, Does this kid remember the question I gave him?
Every year, the background music for the film festival's red carpet was a new composition that had never been released to the public before. It wasn't repeated and was considered a customized piece for the film festival's red carpet. Every song had a specific duration. Therefore, every time a team walked, a new piece would be played.
But soon, not long after Fang Zhao finished the red carpet, Mo Lang received a reply from Fang Zhao.
Fang Zhao had given him the answer and the process of his analysis. Fang Zhao had analyzed the background music's style from its aesthetic characteristics, structure, rhythm, and so on. He had deduced its current representative, Great Master Staples, and then to a certain disciple of this great master.
Actually, Mo Lang's request to Fang Zhao had been that he was from Staples' faction, but Fang Zhao had pinpointed Staples' favorite disciple.
When he saw Fang Zhao's answer, Mo Lang swayed happily in his rocking chair and immediately called Staples.
"Little Staples!" Mo Lang's voice rose a little because he was in a good mood.
"Please call me Staples." Staples was still depressed when he received Mo Lang's call. Why was this old man calling at this time?
Staples found out soon enough.
Fang Zhao had been able to calmly analyze and accurately grasp every note in that kind of atmosphere and pinpoint the composer. This was enough for Mo Lang to brag about for half a year.
It had been a long time since Mo Lang had stopped accepting disciples. He had never felt so happy and excited to find someone to show off. No, even before he had announced that he was no longer accepting disciples, he had rarely felt this way. Now, Mo Lang felt that pulling Fang Zhao over to his side had been the best decision he had made in recent years. Even if they weren't master and disciple to outsiders, Fang Zhao would be personally taught by Mo Lang. As for Fang Zhao's public teacher, Carter, Mo Lang felt that given Carter's standards, he wouldn't be able to teach Fang Zhao well.
Fang Zhao, who was sitting at the venue of the "Golden Series Gala," didn't know that Mo Lang was bragging to others. After he sent Mo Lang his answer, he received a calm but complimentary "Very good." Nothing more. Fang Zhao was still wondering if this was the style of a great master.
After greeting the other seniors in the film industry, Fang Zhao was called over by "Founding Era" director Nova Roman for a chat.
There were so many people in the venue, and all the nominees were seated at the front. Everyone in the back could see their every move clearly. When Roman called Fang Zhao over for a chat and even smiled warmly, many people's hearts skipped a beat. Even after "Founding Era" had finished filming, Director Roman's attitude toward Fang Zhao was still so good.
Fang Zhao's performance in "Founding Era" was enough for Roman to brag about until the end of his directing career — a director who dared to use newcomers and a great director with god-like foresight.
Many celebrities were already wondering if Roman's next project could also be given to newcomers from their own companies to try out. Previously, they hadn't dared to give it a try, and Fang Zhao had picked up this opportunity.
The live broadcast of the red carpet was still playing on the big screens in the venue. However, after Fang Zhao's team left, the other teams that followed didn't have the same kind of star-studded spectacle. The enthusiasm of the cameramen seemed to have cooled down quite a bit.
What they feared was comparison.
The few groups walking the red carpet cursed Fang Zhao and Anna several times in their hearts.
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