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Song Shihua wanted to dig up the real composer behind the two movements. At first, he had wondered if it was the newcomer that Silver Wing had put on the table, but after confirming Silver Wing's target, he dismissed his original suspicion. In his opinion, Silver Wing would never give such an important project to a newcomer.
Song Shihua scanned the ending credits of the MV over and over again. He asked his subordinates to investigate everyone listed in the credits. In the end, he came to a conclusion: The project team's name list was definitely incomplete! Silver Wing had hidden the most important part.
Many people shared Song Shihua's opinion.
According to industry rules, at the beginning, only the producer of the virtual idol project would be identified. The producer of the virtual idol project was equivalent to the director of a movie. As for who composed the music, who wrote the lyrics, who arranged the music, who mixed the music, who sang the vocals, and so on, there would be no indication. Any words that might distract from the popularity of the virtual idol would be restricted. Only when the time was right and the virtual idol was pushed to the top would the company disclose the detailed division of labor behind the scenes.
Therefore, even if everyone wanted to know who the composers, remixers, and arrangers of the two movements were, based on the information given in the MV, there was no way to tell. Furthermore, most people believed that only the technical staff had been released. The composers, arrangers, and remixers had all been hidden away by Silver Wing, probably because they were worried that someone else would poach them.
Yanzhou's coastal Jinggang City, inside a sanatorium.
Master Glifetz, the famous musician and virtual idol producer, was sitting by the window of his room as usual. However, he had not been in the mood to enjoy a nice sunbath for many days. He kept staring at the communicator in his hand. The wrinkles on his forehead were deeper, and his face was haggard.
This time, he wasn't faking it. He was really sick. When the second movement, "Cocoon Breach," was released, Glifetz had almost been sent to the intensive care unit.
His hopes of making a comeback were dashed with the release of the second movement. Ming Cang's words made things worse for him. The more attention Silver Wing's virtual idol Polar Light received, the worse his situation became. His chances of making a comeback became slimmer. Many in the industry were already mocking him for his failure last year, saying he was worse than a newcomer.
"You haven't found out?" Glifetz asked the three people standing beside him. They were all his apprentices. Two of them had been purged from the virtual projects department by Silver Wing.
Glifetz's voice was a little hoarse and suppressed, but also a little sharp. Every word was said very slowly, giving an extremely gloomy feeling, like a rusty gear that had been stuck and was forced to turn a full circle. Hearing this, goosebumps appeared on the arms of the three disciples.
"Not yet." One of the disciples answered with his head down.
The other two shrunk their necks and pretended that they didn't exist.
Glifetz had asked them to investigate the real composer behind the two movements. It could be said that the composer was the key to Polar Light's success. However, even after using their own means and some of Glifetz's connections, the three of them still couldn't find out who the real creator was.
Actually, it wasn't just them. The majority of Silver Wing's internal staff only knew that Fang Zhao had taken on the project, but they didn't know who the creator was.
"No?" Glifetz seemed to be both responding to them and muttering to himself, his eyes unreadable.
After a moment of hesitation, Glifetz waved his hand and gestured for the three of them to leave.
The three disciples were relieved. Not daring to ask any more questions, they hurried out of the room.
Glifetz was the only one in the quiet room. The afternoon sun was nice, illuminating the room. The flowers in the vase still had their delicate colors, adding a bit of liveliness to the room. But now, the room was so quiet that one could hear breathing, but there was a chill in the air.
Glifetz keyed in a number in the encrypted mode of his communicator. About 15 seconds later, the call was picked up.
"What is it?" The person on the other end seemed to be very careful, keeping his voice low. Before Glifetz could say anything, the person on the other end hurriedly added, "If it's about the Polar Light project, I can't tell you. Duan Qianji is keeping a close eye on me. I don't want to be kicked out just yet."
It was a senior executive at Silver Wing who had a personal relationship with Glifetz. In the past, he had reaped many benefits with Glifetz's help.
"No, I know you're in a tight spot, so I can't say much. I just want to know, about the Polar Light project, who is the composer of the two movements?"
"..." The person on the other end was silent for a few seconds, then said hesitantly, "Duan Qianji specifically instructed me not to tell anyone."
"I just want to know. I won't say much," Glifetz said, knowing that the other party was also apprehensive. "I swear, I won't tell anyone."
This time, the person on the other end was silent for a long time, as if hesitating.
Glifetz didn't rush him, he just waited quietly.
After a minute of silence, the person on the other end lowered his voice again. "It's Fang Zhao."
"... Who?!" Glifetz stood up in shock, almost losing his footing. After regaining his balance, he asked again.
"The one you know, the newcomer."
"Impossible!"
"It's up to you to believe it or not."
"Why... it can't be... Silver Wing gave such a huge investment to a newcomer?! How could a newcomer... "Glifetz didn't want to believe it.
"I'm warning you, keep it to yourself. Don't tell anyone, or we're both done for. You know what Duan Qianji is capable of." With that, the person on the other end of the line hung up.
In a warm, spacious room, Glifetz slumped into a recliner, letting the communicator slip from his hand. He sat there in a daze, like a stone waiting to melt away.
Suddenly, Glifetz shivered. He felt a chill run down his spine.
Fang Zhao?
The newcomer he'd checked, who had just joined Silver Wing this year?
He remembered that guy. He was in his early twenties, barely a third of his age, fresh out of college.
That little brat had actually forced him into this predicament.
If Fang Zhao had known what Glifetz was thinking, he would have told him, I'm your daddy!
...
Regardless of what other people thought, and regardless of how industry media clamored to find the real composer, Fang Zhao wasn't in the mood to deal with the media. He cooperated with Silver Wing's response and stayed in the company unless necessary. He wanted to play games.
The game equipment he'd requested from Duan Qianji was finally ready today.
There were more than a dozen game props that looked exactly like real guns. These were difficult to obtain because they were too similar to real guns. They were even more stringent than film and television props. However, Duan Qianji's husband was in the military, and she had her own connections. If she really wanted to get her hands on them, she could get her hands on real guns, let alone game props.
Some of the company's security personnel were legally allowed to carry guns.
Duan Qianji had given the virtual projects department 20 days off. During this time, Fang Zhao's attention would be on the game.
As he watched the installation crew install the equipment in the room, Fang Zhao's communicator rang.
It was an unfamiliar number.
Fang Zhao walked to his office and picked up the call.
"Hello, is this Fang Zhao?" an unfamiliar male voice asked.
"That's me." Fang Zhao walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the flying cars coming and going from the 50th floor.
"I'm Beavis, a B-grade agent at Neon Culture. Are you interested in joining us? Don't worry about Silver Wing's breach of contract. We can take care of that for you. As long as you're willing to join us, we'll arrange for you to sign a contract immediately. You'll be treated like one of our B-grade stars. You'll have priority in promoting your works within a year, and you'll be mentored by a master. Of course, if you have any other ideas, we can discuss them. "
Beavis was very confident. The conditions he had laid out were hard for many newcomers to enjoy. In his opinion, Fang Zhao was just a figurehead in Silver Wing's virtual projects department. He might as well jump ship to Silver Wing's company and enjoy more substantial benefits. Actually, there were other conditions he could offer, but he wanted to see Fang Zhao's reaction first. If Fang Zhao was interested, he would continue.
Neon Culture? Fang Zhao had thought that Tongshan True Entertainment would be quicker to act. He hadn't expected Neon Culture to make the first move.
Fang Zhao also knew why Neon Culture had made such a move.
Since they couldn't find out who the real composer of the two movements was, they had to poach a few known members of the project. As the composer, Fang Zhao was naturally the first target. While Song Shihua was still debating whether to make a move, Neon Culture had already approached him.
"Beavis from Neon Culture? Where did you get my contact number? "Fang Zhao asked. He was using a new number that the original owner of his body had created when he left school and moved to the black streets. It was different from the one on school records, so not many people knew about it.
"Speaking of which, it's fate. We have a fellow countryman in the newcomer department. You should know him."
"Fang Sheng?"
"Yes, that's him. Do you think it's fate? Haha! "
While researching Fang Zhao, Beavis had discovered that Fang Zhao and another newcomer in the company, Fang Sheng, had come from the same hometown, gone to the same primary school, and attended the same high school. After asking around, he found out that the two actually knew each other.
But when he asked Fang Sheng for Fang Zhao's contact number, Beavis didn't pay much attention to Fang Sheng's sour expression. He assumed that Fang Sheng was upset and didn't think much of it.
"Indeed, fate has brought us together." Fang Zhao chuckled softly. He stared out the window with a cold gleam. "Why don't you ask Fang Sheng who the real composer of those three songs is?"
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