Natiwuzi did not sleep well that night. He had left the matters of his store to his subordinates, but he still received calls every now and then, and most of them were calls that he could not refuse. This was also the first time Natiwuzi had experienced Fang Zhao's influence in Yanzhou.
Now, Fang Zhao was truly a celebrity with real ability and not just a bubble. Natiwuzi believed that Fang Zhao's commercial value would continue to rise. After all, Fang Zhao had the ability, luck, and youth.
"It's great to be young."
Natiwuzi sighed wearily and helplessly. He felt that there was not much difference between his talent and Fang Zhao's. Indeed, he was getting older. His mind was not as nimble as when he was younger, and his spirit could not keep up.
However, when he thought about how many people in Yanzhou would not be able to sleep over the next two days, Natiwuzi laughed.
Fang Zhao's performance in the middle of the night had stolen the limelight for too many people. Many people in the industry were rubbing their fists and gnashing their teeth.
Why is this fellow still here?! When is he going back to school?!
In fact, Fang Zhao really did not stay in Yanzhou for long. He had returned this time to cooperate with the investigation. Although the investigation had not yielded any useful information, he was not in a hurry to look for a place to live in the near future. After staying at Natiwuzi's place for two days, he rejected invitations from various parties and returned to Huangzhou to continue his studies.
However, even though Fang Zhao had left Yanzhou, the number of people coming to Space had increased. Everyone was thinking, Fang Zhao might not be here, but who knows, there might be other surprises?
Thus, for a long time to come, Space would be full every Saturday night. Unless you made a reservation, you would not be able to get in. There were too many people, and there was a limit on the number of people inside.
Natiwuzi was famous, but that was only in his small circle. Only a small portion of people in Yanzhou still knew of him. This time, Fang Zhao had performed at Natiwuzi's nightclub, and Space's name had become known by even more people. It had become a new generation of internet influencers. There were also some bands, singers, and performing artists who took the initiative to contact Natiwuzi, expressing their willingness to perform at Space.
Natiwuzi himself had not expected that giving away a badge that did not have much collectible value would bring him such great benefits.
In another part of Yanzhou, in a seaside villa, someone was watching the video of Fang Zhao's performance at Space over and over again.
"What a surprise. I didn't expect him to be such an all-rounded talent. "
The person who had spoken had a unique voice. He was also a singer who had exploded in Yanzhou, but he had not had any outstanding works in the past two years, so his popularity had faded a little. Beside him, his agent was also watching the video attentively.
"We can pay close attention to this Fang Zhao. I've studied all of his works. This person has an extremely frightening learning ability. Before he went to HuangArt's Twelve Tones for advanced studies, I could still roughly see the direction he would develop in, but now, I can no longer see it clearly. After a year of training, he has mastered too many elements, and his musical style is ever-changing. You can't guess what style he will unlock tomorrow. "
"So, what is your suggestion?"
"Let's go take a look at Fang Zhao's graduation concert. If there are any suitable songs, we can buy them and adapt them for you to sing. Who knows, you might be able to make a comeback."
At the same time, on a certain resort island, an old man was sitting on a deck chair, talking to a good friend.
"Have you seen the video I sent you?" the other side asked.
"I saw it. This kid Fang Zhao is impressive!"
"How about it? Are you interested? How about we go to this kid's graduation concert? "
"Sure, we can also take a look at Old Mo. I haven't seen him in a few years. I wonder if that bad temper of his has changed."
"Then remember, don't throw the invitation letter Twelve Tones sent you into the trash."
"Got it, got it!"
After ending the call, the old man clicked on the video of Fang Zhao's performance that his good friend had sent him and clicked his tongue in wonder.
"Kids these days are already this impressive?"
Similar conversations were taking place in many places on every continent. Fang Zhao didn't know that his graduation concert was being remembered by even more people. After returning to Huangzhou, he quickly returned to his previous state of advanced studies. He attended lectures, learned new knowledge, revised his thesis, revised scores, and prepared for his thesis defense. Besides these, Fang Zhao also paid considerable attention to Curly Hair.
As Curly Hair had yet to learn how to control his vocalizations, Fang Zhao reduced the number of times Curly Hair went out. Even when he went out for a walk, Curly Hair didn't make a sound or bark. He was afraid that if he got excited, he wouldn't be able to control himself and say a few words. How scary would that be? He might even be locked up in a laboratory.
When Nanfeng, who didn't know the truth, noticed Curly Hair's change, he even joked, "It's said that dogs that bite don't bark. He doesn't bark much now. Is he starting to like biting people?"
In the dormitory, Fang Zhao also taught Curly Hair how to speak every day. He had downloaded tutorials for young children for Curly Hair to practice, but he hadn't made much progress. As time went on, Curly Hair started to resist speaking lessons. His initial enthusiasm had long since disappeared. Thus, Fang Zhao pondered whether this little thing needed a little stimulation.
Hadn't Curly Hair opened his mouth in a moment of anxiety because his gaming helmet had been stolen?
These two days, there was a smartphone exhibition on HuangArt's campus aimed at ordinary families and students. There were personal terminals, game consoles, household robots, and so on.
Fang Zhao went straight over after listening to the lecture. At this time, there were still many students in class, so the exhibition hall was rather deserted.
After surveying his surroundings, Fang Zhao looked at the game console display. There was a teacher who had brought a child over and wanted to buy a present for the child.
Yep, a birthday present — a learning console. Even the simplest games had the flavor of a test.
The teacher wanted to buy a learning console next to the game console display, but the child hugged the console display and didn't let go, looking like he was about to throw a tantrum.
At this moment, the child was crying and yelling at his parent, "Are you a demon?!"
Clinging to the game console display, the child turned his head and didn't look at the learning console display next door. He didn't move his feet either, clinging to his final stubbornness.
Just as he was preparing his emotions with reddened eyes, the child heard his mother shout, "Quick, the little snowman ice cream next door is almost sold out!"
Child: "…"
His final stubbornness couldn't withstand a single blow.
Fang Zhao watched as the child was tricked by his mother into buying an ice cream and a learning console. Then, the child left, looking back every few steps.
Fang Zhao raised his leg.
The person in charge of the game console display saw Fang Zhao and took two steps forward to say something. But then, he saw Fang Zhao walk past their display.
Fang Zhao stood in front of the learning console display and looked at all kinds of learning consoles. There were helmet-type learning consoles that didn't look much different from gaming helmets, just slightly smaller. There were all kinds of models.
The person in charge of the display recognized Fang Zhao and was extremely puzzled when he saw Fang Zhao come over to look at the learning console.
He hadn't heard that Fang Zhao was married. Could it be a secret marriage? Or was he just buying gifts for his relatives or friends' children?
He had all sorts of guesses in his mind, but he maintained a warm smile on his face as he asked Fang Zhao what he needed. After all, he was in charge of HuangArt's exhibition. Even if he knew any secrets, he wouldn't divulge them. HuangArt didn't have much else, but it had plenty of celebrities.
Fang Zhao asked about the usage and functions of a few models of helmet-type learning consoles, and the person in charge patiently answered them.
Fang Zhao didn't buy anything when he left. As the questions were more detailed, Fang Zhao had intended to pay the consultation fee, but the person in charge didn't accept it. Instead, he asked Fang Zhao to sign a learning console that he had planned to give to his niece.
The person in charge thanked Fang Zhao once again after receiving his signature.
"Thank you, Zhao God! Our whole family likes you very much! "
The person in charge carefully placed the signed learning console into the gift box. He thought to himself, With this signature, my niece won't secretly throw the learning console away, right?
When Fang Zhao returned to his dormitory, Curly Hair was staring at a voice tutorial and practicing his vocalizations. He was whimpering and had yet to learn how to control his vocalizations.
Fang Zhao knew with a glance that this dog had definitely been sleeping before he had returned. He had only pretended to be practicing seriously when he heard the commotion. Curly Hair looked like he was staring at the screen, but his little eyes would glance over from time to time.
Fang Zhao was silent for a while before waving his hand.
Curly Hair immediately wagged his tail and rolled over to act spoiled. He even used his paws to tug at Fang Zhao's trousers.
"Curly Hair." Fang Zhao crouched down and patted Curly Hair's head. "When you can control your vocalizations, learn to speak, and can switch between human speech and dog barking, I will give you a custom-made helmet with internet access."
Upon hearing this, Curly Hair's ears perked up with a whoosh.
Custom-made helmet?
Internet access?
He was so excited that he couldn't breathe!!
Curly Hair looked at Fang Zhao with bright eyes.
Under Curly Hair's watchful gaze, Fang Zhao nodded. "I'll do what I say. When you have learned those things and met the requirements, I will buy you a custom-made helmet with internet access. Given your ability, it won't be difficult for you to learn those things. "
Curly Hair's eyes seemed to burn with fire after receiving confirmation. For the sake of his custom-made helmet and the excitement of finally being able to go online, Curly Hair worked hard. It was as if he had found the meaning of a dog's life.
Fang Zhao revealed a benevolent smile as he watched the hardworking Curly Hair.
Heh, gamer dog.
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