Fang Sheng had used a dog to deal with him.
Fang Sheng was so angry he wanted to smash the bracelet in his hand but stopped himself in time. Now that he had been kicked out of the company, he probably wouldn't have any income for a long time. The breach of contract was still in the process and hadn't been transferred to his account. He didn't have much left from his share of the music downloads from the new talent contest after buying the house. He had spent tens of thousands on the bracelet, so he didn't dare smash it.
Fang Sheng wanted to vent his anger after losing his job. He didn't dare yell at the people at Neon Culture, so he could only vent on Fang Zhao, the person who had put him in this situation. He hadn't expected Fang Zhao to ignore him and use a dog to deal with him. Was this a mockery?
Fang Sheng knew he would only get a few barks in return if he kept yelling. He took a few deep breaths and ended the call. He was going to leave, but after two steps, he suddenly stopped and looked at his bracelet.
He had been so angry that he had been careless. Thinking back on what he had said, he didn't seem to have bluntly admitted to stealing the songs. Even if Fang Zhao had recorded it, it probably wouldn't be enough evidence. The law couldn't convict him of theft.
Luckily, he had stopped in time. If he had lost his mind over the barking and accidentally told Fang Zhao about the song theft, he would have been done for.
So that was what Fang Zhao had been planning.
"Trying to set me up?"
Fang Sheng stared at the end of the road, his eyes flashing.
Fang Sheng had been overthinking things. Fang Zhao knew he wouldn't reveal the song theft so easily. Given Fang Sheng's personality, if he could steal three songs without the original owner noticing and leave no evidence, he wouldn't be so easily goaded into spilling the beans.
There were always people who thought it was only right to be nice to you. If you fell out with them one day, they wouldn't think they were in the wrong and might even act more aggrieved than the victim.
"Greed blinds the human heart."
Fang Zhao had encountered and heard this kind of thing too many times during the end of days. Fang Sheng viewed everything from the perspective of profit. If this had been the end of days, Fang Zhao would have sent him a bullet, but in the New Era, there were laws. Fang Zhao didn't want to challenge the laws of the New Era because of Fang Sheng and waste his hard-earned chance at a rebirth.
"Well done." Fang Zhao picked up the bracelet, stroked Curly Hair's head, and placed a handful of dog food on his plate.
Fang Zhao walked out of the lobby on the 50th floor only after he saw the installer finish installing all the equipment in the gaming room.
Because it was the holiday period, there was no one else in the hall. Zeng Huang and Wan Yue were living their lives alone and would not come to the company during the holiday period. Pang Pusong accompanied his family on vacation, and Song Miao was not in the company. Only Zu Wen and a few others stayed in the studio, playing games every day. If he had nothing else to do other than playing games, he might as well stay in the company. He didn't have to pay for utilities, and the food in the company's cafeteria wasn't that bad either. It was even cheaper.
When Fang Zhao arrived, the few of them had just finished their game and were discussing something.
In fact, people from Neon Culture had contacted Zu Wen and the others as well, but it wasn't their agent who contacted them. Instead, it was a few of Neon Culture's technical staff who knew Zu Wen and the others. They tried to poach them, but Zu Wen and the others declined.
Reason?
Leaving aside the Polar Light project's strong development potential, it wasn't easy to find a boss who was addicted to games. Wouldn't it be a waste to switch locations? For people like them, as long as they didn't need money urgently, bonuses were secondary. The most important thing was whether they could enjoy some entertainment during work hours.
Why hadn't Zu Wen slipped away when the entire virtual projects department had been "massacred" last year? It wasn't that he wanted to slack off, but he felt that now that the virtual projects department had no more work to do, he could play games freely all day.
When Fang Zhao walked in, they stopped their discussion.
"I plan to head back for a bit. Are you guys going to stay in the company?" Fang Zhao asked.
"Of course, but we have to head out today for an exhibition. Are you going to use a flying car, Boss?" Zu Wen asked.
The project team had two flying cars. Zeng Huang and Wan Yue had borrowed one, so there was still one left.
Seeing Zu Wen and the others staring at it, Fang Zhao laughed. "No need. I'll take the bus. You guys keep it."
"Thanks, Boss!" Zu Wen cheered. They were going to a gaming exhibition that night.
"We'll bring you models!" the others chimed in.
Fang Zhao told Zu Wen and the others to lock the door to the 50th floor before leaving. He didn't bring Curly Hair with him. He was returning to the black street to pick up a few things. He would return to the company the next morning.
His income was enough to buy a house in the heart of Qi 'an City. As long as it wasn't too extravagant or big, he could afford it in full.
However, it was hard to find good housing in Qi 'an City now. Even if some people had properties in their hands, they would not sell them. Fang Zhao did not look for a house online because Duan Qianji had promised to introduce him to a property that belonged to an old composer. However, the old composer rarely stayed in Qi' an and did not want to sell the property to an unreliable person. Duan Qianji knew that Fang Zhao was looking for a house, so she negotiated with the old composer. However, the old composer was not in Yanzhou and would only be back in a few days to complete the transfer procedures and meet Fang Zhao. It was just a few days. Fang Zhao was willing to wait.
Nighttime in the black street was still the same. Some places were playing explosive dance music, some were playing soothing tunes, some were gathering together to chat, and some were newly appointed gangsters doing their unconventional ways of making a living.
Fang Zhao bought two boxes of barbecued meat for Ai Wan at the pharmacy and Yue Qing at the shop downstairs.
"Thanks, nothing much happened recently. Two days ago, a drunk guy tried to smash your window with a beer bottle, but I chased him away." Yue Qing took the barbecue box and took a bite. As he chewed, he asked Fang Zhao, "Leaving?"
Yue Qing did not know much about the entertainment industry, but he had seen the music videos of the two movements and learned from the news that the two movements had gone viral. Regardless of whether Fang Zhao was the composer of the two movements, just looking at the title at the back was enough to tell that Fang Zhao had received a lot of benefits. It was time for him to leave.
"Soon, but I won't be checking out anytime soon," Fang Zhao said.
"Let me know in advance if you're not staying, so I can buy the units above," Yue Qing said hurriedly. He planned to buy the units above, but the system kept track of all the units. If Fang Zhao checked out and someone else rented them, Yue Qing wouldn't be able to buy them.
"Are you planning to expand?" Fang Zhao asked with a smile.
"It's about time. I've already told you about the two units above. I should be able to get them next year. I've been preparing for a long time." Yue Qing was in a good mood now that he had saved up enough money and could continue with his expansion plans. They couldn't compare to Fang Zhao, who could make millions with a single song, but they had their own lives. Yue Qing was quite satisfied with his current lifestyle.
"Alright, got it. I'll let you know before I check out."
There were too many people in the shop, so Fang Zhao didn't want to disturb Yue Qing. He left the shop and went upstairs.
But as soon as he went upstairs, Fang Zhao sensed something was wrong.
He looked up and saw someone standing at the door. Behind him, there was another person approaching. One in front, one behind. They had come prepared and were veterans.
The lighting in the corridor was a little dim. To save electricity, the lights in public areas were either broken or very dim.
Fang Zhao didn't turn back to look at the approaching person. He continued walking until he was only two steps away from the person at the door.
It was a person who looked not much older than Fang Zhao. Most of his hair was shaved to a buzz cut, leaving only a strand in the middle, like a rooster's comb, except that half of it was dyed red and the other half blue. There was a ferocious beast tattoo on the right side of his face.
Fang Zhao remembered that Yue Qing had said that on black streets, people with beast tattoos on the right side of their faces were mostly hired to work. They weren't like the new gangsters who went around stealing and robbing.
That meant that someone had paid them to come here.
When the other party's gaze swept over Fang Zhao's bracelet, Fang Zhao could roughly guess who was looking for them.
"Fang Zhao?" The person standing at the door scanned Fang Zhao like he was inspecting goods. His teeth were dyed green, and the beast tattoo on his face looked even more ferocious.
Someone had been heading downstairs, but when they realized the situation, they hurriedly turned around and left. They didn't even dare let out a fart.
Bang —
The electric current on the electric baton in the hands of the person standing at the door was very clear in the corridor. He took a step closer to Fang Zhao. "Don't be afraid. Take out your bracelet so we can leave quickly. It's not good to be stuck here —"
Before he could finish, he saw a gun appear in Fang Zhao's hand as if by magic. The muzzle was pointed at him.
Hearing the footsteps behind him stop, Fang Zhao flashed a friendly smile and said to the person in front of him.
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