The first time Fang Zhao had come to Space, he had listened to Silver Wing gaming department manager Wayne's suggestion. He had come here to see what his peers were like.
At that time, he had not completely adapted to his new identity and did not understand the normal state of being a youngster. He had wanted to learn to be more lively, passionate, and flamboyant. Furthermore, in order to compose music that could be accepted by youngsters of the New Era, he had been willing to come into contact with new things and new places.
He had also met Natiwuzi at Space.
Space was an entertainment venue, and the area above Space was Natiwuzi's private domain. Unless Natiwuzi invited them, no one could go up.
Fang Zhao got Zuo Yu to park the car at the place Natiwuzi had mentioned. There was already someone waiting there, and the two of them were escorted upstairs.
Natiwuzi's private domain was quiet most of the time. Natiwuzi practiced his guitar in a soundproof room, and the corridor was so quiet that it was somewhat solemn. Fang Zhao's arrival broke this solemnity.
"Teacher Fang, this way please. The boss is already waiting." A bodyguard dressed in black who was waiting in the corridor gestured to Fang Zhao with a smile.
Zuo Yu glanced at that person and thought to himself, Teacher Fang? The last time he had come, it had been "Mr. Fang." This time, it was "Teacher Fang"? Was the boss's status higher, or had the other party's boot-licking skills improved?
As an artist's bodyguard, was it better to be more honest or more quick-witted?
Zuo Yu discreetly compared himself to this bodyguard who seemed to be doing rather well. He decided to go back and discuss this with Yan Biao and Nanfeng. He wanted to establish a more reliable persona for himself and not lose out.
Fang Zhao got Zuo Yu to wait outside while he walked into the room Natiwuzi was in.
As one of the three speed-strumming masters in the world, Natiwuzi, who was known as "Yanzhou's Shadowless Hands," was usually very lonely. The loneliness of an ace, the loneliness of "other than me, everyone else is trash." His voice was not very good to begin with, and he did not like to speak. He was a man of few words and spoke slowly. Natiwuzi had no desire to speak to a bunch of "ordinary people." Those who didn't understand Natiwuzi might think that he had been in the Realm of Gods for too long and that he hadn't interacted with "mortals" who didn't understand music and wasn't down to earth.
Usually, Natiwuzi's assistants and bodyguards were already used to being ignored by this boss and used to Natiwuzi's silence. Today, when Fang Zhao arrived, they heard Natiwuzi roar with laughter, completely different from his usual reticence.
"Long time no see! Fang Zhao! "Natiwuzi shoved a guitar into Fang Zhao's hands." Do you still remember how to play? "
Natiwuzi was worried that Fang Zhao might be rusty after not touching the guitar for a long time.
"I remember." Fang Zhao took the guitar and said, "During my advanced studies at HuangArt, there are also self-study lessons on musical instruments."
"That's good!"
Natiwuzi didn't waste any more time talking nonsense. He started off with Fang Zhao's outburst.
The room was closed, cutting off the sound of the guitar.
Zuo Yu and Natiwuzi's bodyguards stood guard outside. Of course, they didn't just stand there. When bodyguards met, they would flatter each other and exchange professional experiences. Natiwuzi's bodyguards also brought tea and snacks. Alcohol was out of the question. Alcohol wasn't allowed during work hours.
The bodyguard that Zuo Yu had compared Fang Zhao to was currently sitting opposite Zuo Yu. He had been promoted to the position of Natiwuzi's personal bodyguard this year. When Natiwuzi was out, he and a few other bodyguards would protect Natiwuzi. This was considered a promotion and a pay raise. Perhaps because he was too curious about Zuo Yu's bodyguard, he asked about Zuo Yu's usual work.
Zuo Yu smiled faintly. "When boss is out, we accompany him. When boss is home, we also have missions and carry out boss's orders."
That bodyguard was stunned. "When your boss isn't out, you still have missions?"
Zuo Yu maintained his calm smile. "Of course."
There were too many missions. For example, feeding pets, walking dogs, attending training classes … These were all things that couldn't be said!
The bodyguard sitting opposite Fang Zhao seemed to be imagining something. His eyes flashed with respect and envy. "To be entrusted with such an important task by boss, this is the embodiment of a bodyguard's value! Impressive! "
"Cough, you're flattering me." Zuo Yu maintained his composure.
The two bodyguards chatted, from their business experience to their philosophy of doing things. Then, they began to boast about their boss.
"Don't be fooled by how slow our boss usually talks, but when he touches the guitar, he's like a hurricane. Two extremes. However, geniuses always have their own personalities. You can't judge a book by its cover."
Natiwuzi's bodyguard had a "I'm so lucky to be able to rub off on boss's genius halo."
Zuo Yu nodded in agreement. "I understand! Just like our boss. He usually looks like a gentle and cultured person, but when he … he plays games, he turns into a werewolf. Very … explosive. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to compose so many epics. Some of them can even be used to treat illnesses! "
He was an outstanding employee. It couldn't be said that his boss was ruthless.
Natiwuzi's bodyguards didn't think much of it. To Natiwuzi, Fang Zhao was more of an artist, a literary and artistic worker. Natiwuzi's bodyguards also viewed Fang Zhao as a cultured youth. The incident of Fang Zhao taking on six people at Space had long been blurred by the "cultured youth" filter. Was that a fight? That was disco dancing!
Natiwuzi's bodyguard: "Actually, for people like us who work as bodyguards for celebrities, even though our pay is high, sometimes the psychological pressure is really great. Our boss probably doesn't speak as much to us in a month as he did to Fang Zhao today. It feels like we are constantly being despised. "
Zuo Yu maintained his smile. "I understand." The pressure of being a salted fish was also great.
The two bodyguards shared the pressure of being a bodyguard outside. Inside the room, Fang Zhao and Natiwuzi strummed the guitar for a while. Natiwuzi was satisfied and asked Fang Zhao about his recent affairs, whether he needed help, and recommended a few suitable residential areas.
Fang Zhao gave a simple explanation and then said, "Didn't you say that you obtained a few new Old Era objects? Let me take a look. "
"Oh, right, I almost forgot!" Natiwuzi brought Fang Zhao to his collection room. "These are all the objects on the shelf. However, the top layer is the real thing, and the bottom layer is the imitation. Imitations can be used directly."
Natiwuzi's father was an archeologist and loved collecting antiques. Natiwuzi also had some interest in Old Era objects, but he preferred guitars and various Old Era instruments. Everything else was secondary. However, overall, he was still a little interested. After obtaining some Old Era objects, he would carefully place them on the shelf and get someone to make an imitation of the real thing for him to play with. He couldn't bear to part with the real thing. Furthermore, many Old Era objects, even if they had been repaired and reinforced, would still be damaged after 500 years. Besides, even if those objects were perfectly restored, they would still be far from being as sturdy as many of the newer materials from the New Era.
Natiwuzi introduced Fang Zhao to the new Old Era objects and their uses in the Old Era.
"This is a type of mobile phone from the Old Era. It has been damaged quite badly, and its original appearance can't be seen. Look at the imitation below. This is what it looks like. It is said that this is a rather early type. It is rather large, and in the Old Era, it was also known as' Big Brother '. I can't imagine how people carried such a big thing to make a phone call back then. It's too inconvenient! "
Natiwuzi was rather pleased to be able to obtain this incomplete brick phone. Although it had been badly damaged, it was impossible to find a second brick phone in the entire world that was in such good condition. It was said that it had been preserved by the help of collectors. Otherwise, after so many years, not even its remains could be found.
"And this, you definitely won't be able to guess what this is for …"
Natiwuzi flaunted his collection. Some were electronic components, but most were musical instrument parts. However, Fang Zhao didn't pay attention to any of these. His attention was focused on a small compartment in the corner of the shelf.
There was a small circular insignia. The surface material had already disappeared, and the metal insignia had changed color. There were scratches of varying depths on it, and a few of the protruding words had been destroyed. Fang Zhao's gaze focused on the larger and clearer words on the insignia: "Ding Chuan Middle School."
This was a school insignia. It was the insignia of a middle school from the Old Era.
The circular insignia was somewhat deformed and had lost its original color. The scratches of varying depths on it told of what had happened to it.
Fang Zhao pointed to the school insignia and asked Natiwuzi, "Can I take a look?"
"You are interested in this?" Natiwuzi was astonished, but he quickly understood. Fang Zhao was a young man, after all. It was understandable that he would be curious about an Old Era school insignia.
Natiwuzi wasn't really interested in the school insignia, but he still had to remind Fang Zhao. "Take a look. The gloves are over there. Control your strength. You have to pay attention to these kinds of small and delicate objects. There is a restored replica on the lower shelf. You can hold it and play with it."
Fang Zhao carefully put on the gloves and carefully removed the original school insignia. His fingers caressed the scratched school insignia.
"Why, interested?" Natiwuzi was in a good mood today. Seeing that Fang Zhao was interested in this little insignia, he waved his hand. "You can play with it. There is also a restored replica. You can take it and play with it. "
Fang Zhao retracted his attention from the insignia and said, "Thanks. I will transfer the money …"
"It's a gift to you! This kind isn't worth much. There are too many of these insignia, and it didn't cost much when people transferred them to me. "
Natiwuzi wasn't lying. There were still many insignia that had been preserved, even if the schools were different.
There were too many school insignia collectibles, and they weren't worth much. The only ones that were valuable were those schools with special historical significance or the top ranked schools of the Old Era. However, those were mostly universities. Secondary school insignia weren't worth much.
This school insignia was considered to be one of the better preserved ones, but even so, Natiwuzi had only sold it for a few tens of thousands. Among the many collectibles, it could be considered a cheap one.
A few tens of thousands was really nothing to Natiwuzi, and he was embarrassed to accept it from Fang Zhao. If it had been someone Natiwuzi disliked, he would have haggled over a few tens of dollars. However, Natiwuzi had no intention of accepting this bit of money from Fang Zhao. He just treated it as a small gift for Fang Zhao to play with. Natiwuzi didn't have a hobby of collecting insignia, so he didn't mind giving it away.
Fang Zhao thanked Natiwuzi once again.
He thanked Natiwuzi for the gift, and he was even more thankful that Natiwuzi had let him see this school insignia.
For collectors, insignia, especially secondary school insignia that didn't have any historical significance, didn't have much value. Only a portion of people who were interested in insignia would collect them. But for Fang Zhao, the significance was different.
In the Old Era, Fang Zhao had attended Ding Chuan Secondary School for his third year of high school.
Now, Ding Chuan City was gone, and Ding Chuan Secondary School had disappeared during the Period of Destruction.
Fang Zhao thought he had forgotten what it looked like.
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