Although the customer service team and maintenance engineers were a little moody, traffic meant wages, and overtime meant pay. Thinking about overtime pay made everyone happy again. It was a mixture of pain and happiness.
They were happy to see these celebrities cause trouble, but why did they like to cause trouble in the middle of the night?
What kind of weird habit was that?
Inside Space, Fang Zhao played a tune, gave his thanks, and left quickly. This wasn't his special performance. He had to leave the stage for the band that had been invited.
However, the band was under immense pressure. They felt like they had shot themselves in the foot.
They hadn't had a clear idea of Fang Zhao's ability before his studies, and they didn't know what his standard was after his studies. Now, they knew.
"I knew he was strong, but I didn't expect him to be this strong!"
"The kind of strength that can only be felt up close."
"We can only execute plan B."
"Plan B."
They had already thought it through. If Fang Zhao's performance wasn't satisfactory, they would execute plan B.
Plan A, restrain yourself during the performance and save Fang Zhao some face, but if Fang Zhao was too impressive, they would execute plan B.
Plan B, save their own face. Clearly, they could only execute plan B.
"Let's just talk to him privately in the future."
"When is Fang Zhao's graduation concert? Where is it held? Let's get a few tickets and go listen. Their graduation concert might not be fully publicized. "
The band members were quite capable. Coupled with the pressure Fang Zhao had exerted from the front, the few of them gave it their all and performed exceedingly well. The atmosphere in the venue was heated up, but Fang Zhao's influence did not fade.
Natiwuzi couldn't be bothered with anything else. He had promised to ensure Fang Zhao's safety and that he would fend off entertainment reporters and other disturbances, and he had done that. After arranging for a portion of his clients' autographs, he got someone to bring Fang Zhao upstairs to rest. After all, Fang Zhao had been in seclusion for over 10 hours and hadn't had time to rest for the midnight performance. He should be tired by now.
"Have a good sleep. Don't worry about things here. I won't let anyone disturb you." After sending Fang Zhao upstairs, Natiwuzi rushed off to handle some matters. Tonight was destined to not be a peaceful night. He had only been upstairs for a short while, but he had already received a number of calls.
Many people were envious of Fang Zhao's commercial value. Some of Natiwuzi's business partners and friends were also trying to find out more about him. A music variety show that Natiwuzi was collaborating with also approached Natiwuzi to ask if they could rope Fang Zhao into their variety show. Appearance fees could be negotiated.
Natiwuzi had asked Fang Zhao about this, but Fang Zhao had rejected him. Fang Zhao was still in advanced studies and didn't want to be distracted by participating in too many commercial activities or variety shows.
Of course, Natiwuzi understood that Fang Zhao was only returning a favor today. Otherwise, Fang Zhao wouldn't have shown up at this time. Did Fang Zhao lack that bit of traffic and topics?
Zuo Yu had no intention of sleeping tonight. He had glanced down the street from the window. There were quite a number of entertainment reporters squatting outside. He had no idea how many people had snuck in from the Space store. He had to ensure Fang Zhao's safety. After all, the people Natiwuzi had sent were outsiders. As the official bodyguard, he could not fall behind.
As he stood guard at the door, Zuo Yu browsed through the news online. Sure enough, the moment he browsed, all he saw were hot topics related to Fang Zhao.
# Fang Zhao Nightclub Fingerflicking #
# Fang Zhao's Godly Tune #
# The True Artist #
There was also a clip of Fang Zhao's performance taken from the live broadcast, as well as videos taken from various angles by people in the venue. These caused a new wave of arguments.
"I just watched the video edited by a certain host. All I can say is that it's alright. I don't think much of it."
"Adjust the effects device for me. I can play it too! Me + effects device = Fang Zhao. Looking at it this way, the difference isn't that big. "
"I'm not boasting or slandering, but when it comes to playing skills, not just in Yanzhou, even in our school, there are at least 10 people who don't lose to Fang Zhao!"
"As someone who was listening to the entire performance live, I watched as you guys pretended to be awesome. Those who weren't there found it hard to imagine the feeling of losing control of the brain. It was as if the whole person was being carried away. Perhaps this is the difference. I finally understand why so many people prefer to listen to live performances. Only up close can you truly feel that kind of powerful performance. Fang Zhao's current heights are really not fake flattery. "
"There are already people who have uploaded their playing versions. After listening to so many versions, there are many amazing people. Undeniably, these are all played very well. There are also people who have made slight adjustments to increase the difficulty of the technique, but it is still different. After listening to it live, you will realize that when Fang Zhao performs, there is a very peculiar appeal that cannot be replicated. I'm really not exaggerating. "
"Indeed, the tempo looks stable, but the artistic conception is very difficult to express. So, the one in front, stop blindly boasting! Even with the effects device, you can't play it out! "
"Is technique as simple as you guys say? I tried it. The overtones are very difficult, and the timing is hard to grasp. I can't play it smoothly, let alone the artistic conception. "
"In terms of technique, Fang Zhao still has a foundation. What's important is that kind of expressive ability that cannot be replicated. The way of music is really mystical. It's a pity I didn't get to experience it live. "
"That's right. Zhao god isn't like some people who only know how to flaunt their skills on stage and can't express their inner qualities!"
"Hey, hey, just talk about Fang Zhao. Don't trample on others. We can't compare like that. Styles are different, and artistic expression is also different. Some people focus on the meaning, some on the form, some on the melody, some on the rhythm. "
"Let's not talk about technique or artistic conception first. I just want to ask what the song Fang Zhao played is called! I just used Song Recognition and couldn't recognize it!! "
The internet was in a mess. Outside Space, the reporters who had rushed over in succession blocked off the customers who were coming out.
Ron wasn't the only one who had a deep impression of Fang Zhao's song. It was very difficult to extricate oneself after one's emotions were brought in, so a portion of the people left Space after Fang Zhao left the stage.
Reporters from Qi 'an Morning Post happened to be in the vicinity for an interview. When they received the news, they also rushed over. However, they didn't enter Space. Instead, they waited outside to pick a target.
This was a good opportunity. They couldn't let go of a hot topic like Fang Zhao. If they couldn't stop Fang Zhao, they could also interview other people. They could sort it out and use it for the morning report.
Seeing a few people walk out of the shop with their arms around each other's shoulders, the reporters rushed over.
It was obvious that these people had too much to drink. It was good to be drunk. When drunk, one could speak without restraint and say whatever was on one's mind.
The reporters went over to probe and found out that these people were here to attend a small gathering. They had graduated 30 years ago. Recently, there had been a chance that a few classmates from high school had come to this small gathering.
"Do you listen to Fang Zhao's works too?" the reporter asked.
The drunkard who was questioned sniffled. "Of course, but I've heard too much of his' sleep your ass off and get high 'style. When I suddenly hear him express his emotions, it's simply …"
"Huh huh?" The reporter's eyes lit up.
"It's killing me!" The drunkard started howling again.
He was drunk, and his brain was a little out of control. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to cry. It was as if some long-suppressed emotions had finally been drawn out and couldn't be held back.
Four or five burly men suddenly got agitated. As if they had thought of something, they hugged each other and wailed loudly. Snot and tears smeared their faces. The scene was extremely unbearable.
The reporters silently made way for them.
They were a proper news agency and had to report properly. Yesterday, the higher-ups had told them to correct their attitude and not to make things up. They shouldn't be like those entertainment reporters who exaggerated reports to attract attention. Although they had seized the opportunity to interview on the streets today, they still had to treat it seriously.
Clearly, the other party's description of the interview had been overly exaggerated, indecent, and unrealistic. It didn't match the temperament of Qi 'an Morning Post at all. It was better to get someone sober.
There were so many people coming out from Space. Why was there a need to stare at these unsightly people?
Scanning the people coming out from Space, the reporter picked one person. Mmhm, this person looked very sober. He wasn't drunk and seemed rather happy. He had a smile on his face and would definitely cooperate with the interview.
The reporter was confident and quickly went over to stop the person.
"Did you listen to Fang Zhao's performance just now?" the reporter asked.
"I did."
"Did you like it?"
"I liked it!"
"Then … in your opinion, what standard do you think of Fang Zhao's work?"
"What standard?" That person's face was filled with doubt.
"Yes, exactly. In your opinion, what grade is Fang Zhao's work?"
That person thought about it seriously.
"Air purifier grade!"
Reporter: "..."
That person raised his hand and patted his chest. "Ah ~ ~ ~ the feeling of all the haze being removed!"
Reporter: "..."
This was definitely a die-hard fan of Fang Zhao's!
Die-Hard fans wouldn't do. It didn't match the neutral nature of Qi 'an Morning Post.
That person didn't care about what the reporter was thinking. He maintained a face full of emotion and smiled. Pushing aside the entertainment reporters in front of him, he hummed a tune as he walked over to a taxi.
After a gust of cold wind, the reporter's assistant asked meekly, "Are we still going to continue with the interview?"
"Yes!"
The reporter's picky gaze swept back and forth. Very quickly, he chose a person who seemed steady and calm. He looked very neutral at a glance.
The reporter went over to ask that person for his evaluation of Fang Zhao's performance that night.
That person didn't reject the interview and answered rather seriously.
"Evaluation? It's a very good piece of work. There's sorrow and beauty in it. Listening to it makes me feel rich. "
"I saw someone crying. Did you feel sad after hearing it?"
"Not sad."
"Melancholy?"
"Not melancholy."
"Happy?"
"Not happy either."
The reporter looked at that expressionless face: "..."
How are you feeling rich?!
"What about you?" The reporter refused to give up.
"You don't understand." The other party maintained an inscrutable and cold expression.
The reporter: "???"
"The sublimation of one's state of mind."
“？？？”
"After listening to it, I feel like I'm atoning for my sins when I write my thesis."
The reporter: "…"
Poison!!!
Fang Zhao had no idea what people outside thought of him. After he entered his room, he received a call from Mo Lang.
It was already morning in Huangzhou. When Mo Lang woke up, his assistant informed him of Fang Zhao's situation in Yanzhou. He had originally thought that Fang Zhao had returned to Yanzhou to cooperate with the investigation. He had never imagined that Fang Zhao would stir up so much trouble. The old master was so worried that he hurriedly made a call to inquire. Sigh, Fang Zhao was indeed the most worry-free when he was locked up on Whale Island.
When Fang Zhao received the call, he explained the situation to Mo Lang.
Mo Lang let out a satisfied smile and continued, "Once you are done with the matters in Yanzhou, hurry back. You are still in advanced studies, so don't keep applying for leave. Forget about this friend's invitation. It's best if you don't participate in those commercial and entertainment activities outside. You still have the Fiery Bird endorsement deal, so you don't have to worry about money. There's no rush to endorse other things."
"Mmhm, got it," Fang Zhao replied.
"That's good. That piece you played was a new piece? It was really not bad, but it's not suitable for a graduation concert. "
Mo Lang analyzed the pros and cons for Fang Zhao. Academics had their own grading standards, and graduation concert pieces had their own evaluation criteria. He was worried that Fang Zhao would be easily cheated because of his young age, so he emphasized a few things that needed to be taken note of.
Seeing that Fang Zhao's attitude was sincere and not perfunctory, Mo Lang was extremely gratified and didn't say anything else. However, before he hung up, he thought of something and asked, "Oh right, what was the name of the song you played?"
"'Time Travel.'"
The Old Era, the Period of Destruction, the New Era — inconceivable amounts of time had passed. Fang Zhao had thought that he had forgotten about things from even longer ago, but this school emblem made him recall many things.
Ants on the ground, stardust in the sky. Countless grains of sand in the Ganges River.
He was in a one-way passageway, and he could only move forward. However, memories were there, and they would occasionally open the door to the past, allowing him to see those memories from even longer ago, to see the secrets of the passage of time.
For example, he had thought that he only remembered the ruins of the Period of Destruction, but he had never imagined that he would still be able to clearly remember the luxuriant and leafy parasol trees outside the classroom, shading the path with a pleasant breeze.
Fang Zhao glanced at the school emblem in his collection box. After tidying up a little, he didn't go to sleep.
Mmhm.
His condition wasn't bad. Suitable for revising.
After hanging up a "seclusion" sign on the door, Fang Zhao spread open the notebook that contained his graduation concert piece and started to revise the score.
Natiwuzi, who had finally finished busying himself, fell silent as he looked at the "seclusion" sign on the door.
Is inspiration that easy to come by?
Is it a difference in talent or am I really getting old?
。 m.
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