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Many businessmen who invested in real-life idols found it a pity that virtual idols had never left the entertainment industry after so many years. Even though they were no longer as influential as they were at their peak, and even though virtual idols had a faster metabolism than real stars, they still firmly occupied half of the entertainment industry.
Fang Zhao's attention was drawn back to the music by a fast-paced tune. It was a classic from a long, long time ago by a heavenly musician. There were no lyrics, just a performance by the heavenly musician onstage.
Fang Zhao closed his eyes and immersed himself in the sound of the instrument.
The performance was often used by bus drivers to perk up, and it wasn't just the drivers. Passengers were also stimulated. Someone once joked that the music had become a work anthem. Just listening to it made them feel more motivated.
The music conveyed the passion and passion that burst out like fire. The people sitting in their seats shook their legs along with the beat. The drowsy passengers in the afternoon began to perk up. Their legs shook at the same pace.
Listening to the music, passersby on the same train resonated with it.
How long had it been since he'd felt it?
Fang Zhao felt his blood begin to boil again. He was so excited he wanted to roar.
He loved this world!
This was a round-the-city train. Even though it only circled a small part of the city, and it was only the outskirts, not the bustling central area, Fang Zhao had a deep impression of it. The memories in his brain were almost complete.
When he returned to the stop, Fang Zhao alighted from the train. He was in a different frame of mind. He wanted to assimilate into this world as soon as possible and enjoy it.
Fares were charged according to the distance traveled, starting from the moment Fang Zhao scanned his bracelet. However, public transportation was relatively more affordable. Fang Zhao spent 50 dollars on this trip. Compared to other modes of transportation, it was slightly cheaper, but for the little money Fang Zhao had on hand, it was a little extravagant, but Fang Zhao felt it was worth it.
Back on the black street, Fang Zhao went to the pharmacy to pick up the dog. The dirty dog, its fur so tangled that it was impossible to tell its original color, was even skinnier after being shaved. Its bones protruded. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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Compared to the restless dog that had its fur shaved, the owner of the pharmacy also had an ashen expression.
"Your dog almost broke my machine." "But since I said I'm only charging 50, I won't increase the price."
Is dog fur that hard? Fang Zhao was puzzled. Previously, because the dog's fur was too tangled and dirty, he couldn't feel anything. Now that the pharmacy owner was complaining, could it be that the dog's fur had hardened after the apocalypse?
However, the pharmacy owner's words were not entirely true. He might have exaggerated a little.
"Alright, hurry up and leave with your dog. I still need to catch up on my sleep." The pharmacy owner waved them away. Business on the black street was best at night, so he had to sleep more during the day.
Without another word, Fang Zhao carried the shaved dog and left.
After Fang Zhao left, the pharmacy owner cleaned up the shaving machine and realized that it was no longer working properly. He swore that he was just exaggerating just now!
"It's just shaving a dog's fur. Is it really broken?" The pharmacy owner was also dumbfounded. He checked it carefully and confirmed that it really couldn't be used.
"Fortunately, I only bought cheap goods. I won't shave my dog's fur anymore … "the pharmacy owner mumbled.
On his way back, Fang Zhao passed by Yue Qing's store and bought some food.
He returned to his rented apartment on the second floor. At this hour, only residents on the 80th floor and above could enjoy some sunlight. Residents on the lower floors couldn't even dream of seeing the sun. Furthermore, Fang Zhao was on the second floor, where it was even darker. Without turning on the lights, it was even darker than when he had first woken up.
After tidying up the apartment, Fang Zhao glanced at the display on his bracelet. It showed that he had blocked 17 incoming calls.
Of the 17 calls, three were from the company's intern agent, four were from Wan Yue, and ten were from Zeng Huang.
Wan Yue and Zeng Huang were the other two childhood friends of the original owner of Fang Zhao's body. But unlike Fang Sheng, they didn't spend as much time with the original owner of Fang Zhao's body, but the original owner of Fang Zhao's body had been instigated by Fang Sheng and gradually distanced himself from them after he graduated from university. After his internship at Silver Wing Media, he kept in touch even less. [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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Less than two minutes after Fang Zhao turned off the blocked calls, Zeng Huang called.
Fang Zhao pressed the accept button on his bracelet, and a screen popped up. On it was an anxious Zeng Huang.
"Big Zhao, are you OK?" Zeng Huang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Fang Zhao. Seeing that Fang Zhao was still calm, he wanted to say something, but the words stopped on the tip of his tongue. He cautiously observed Fang Zhao's expression. "I was worried that you would take things too hard and do something stupid."
Stupid things have already been done. Fang Zhao thought to himself.
Seeing that Zeng Huang's worried expression was genuine, Fang Zhao said, "I'm OK."
"That's good. It's good that you've thought things through. Xiao Hong …" Zeng Huang was about to mention Xi Hong, but he felt that Fang Zhao had just broken up with a girlfriend. It wouldn't be good to mention his girlfriend ahead of time. The words lingered in his mouth, and he said angrily, "Fang Sheng is so smug now! Big Zhao, are you going to sue him? Other people might not know about those three songs, but we do. They were obviously your compositions! Given Fang Sheng's abilities, he couldn't have come up with them! "
"Not at the moment," Fang Zhao said.
"If you're worried about money, Wan Yue and I still have some savings."
"There's really no need. I don't have time to bicker with him," Fang Zhao said. "The new talent competition has started. I have to hurry."
Zeng Huang was stunned. He hadn't expected Fang Zhao to still think about putting up a fight at a time like this. Two months had already passed since this season's new talent competition. There was only one more month left. He could enter in June. He could still make it, but Fang Zhao didn't have any worthy compositions.
Zeng Huang wasn't optimistic about Fang Zhao's chances, but since Fang Zhao had regained his spirits, he didn't want to be discouraged. All he wanted was for Fang Zhao to get through this tough period.
"Then you … work hard. Let us know if you need anything. Do you have any money left?" Zeng Huang was worried that he might hurt Fang Zhao's pride. After all, Fang Zhao didn't like it when people talked about his financial woes.
But before Zeng Huang could explain, Fang Zhao said, "I still have some money. Another month won't be a problem."
"Ah … Oh, that's good. Let us know if you run into any difficulties."
"Yeah, I'm going into seclusion today."
"Seclusion" was a slang term used by many composers. It meant they were going to bury themselves in their work and reject outside distractions.
Zeng Huang understood what Fang Zhao meant. He was preparing a new song and didn't want to disturb him unless it was urgent. Fang Zhao had done the same thing in the past. Fang Zhao had spoken to them with obvious rejection, but now he wasn't. He was just informing them.
After Fang Sheng's betrayal, Fang Zhao didn't resent them more. In fact, his attitude had improved a lot, which made Zeng Huang very happy. The five of them had grown up together and gone through thick and thin together. Zeng Huang was the oldest among them. Ever since something had happened to their families, he felt he should be like an older brother, taking care of his younger siblings. Unfortunately, as they grew up, the five of them had drifted apart.
But Zeng Huang was still worried about what had happened. Too bad Fang Zhao wasn't on campus and hadn't told them where he lived. They couldn't find him or get through to him. Zeng Huang and Wan Yue couldn't help but fret. Now that Fang Zhao was in good shape, Zeng Huang was relieved.
After hanging up, Fang Zhao pulled out his agent Du Ang's number and dialed his number.
As soon as the call went through, Du Ang bellowed with an irritated expression, "Fang Zhao, what the hell is wrong with you? Do you still want to be an official employee? You gave up on entering the new talent contest? Look at the time, huh?! It's almost June. June! Do you know what June means? This season's new talent contest is in its most intense phase. Of the company's 10 interns, six have entered the contest. Of the four that haven't, the other three have submitted works. The company has arranged for someone to finish recording them. They can enter tomorrow. Only you! Fang Zhao, what about you? "
"Not finished yet," Fang Zhao replied. In front of Du Ang, who was like a volcano, it was pointless to waste words. Anything was an excuse. All Du Ang wanted was results. As for everything else, he didn't care if your work was stolen. That wasn't within his scope of responsibility.
Du Ang's eyes widened in disbelief. He took a deep breath and stared at Fang Zhao with bulging eyes, ready to erupt.
In the end, Du Ang held back. It wasn't that he didn't want to yell, but he didn't want to waste time.
Du Ang enunciated each word with emphasis, "You have 10 days! If you can submit a work in 10 days, I'll arrange for you to enter immediately. I'll save you a spot in the new talent contest. If you can't, you're on your way! "He didn't wait for Fang Zhao's response and disconnected the call.
Fang Zhao wasn't upset by Du Ang's attitude. Du Ang was pissed that Fang Zhao hadn't submitted a work and couldn't get through to him on the phone. But he had to do his job, and he couldn't pretend he didn't know. Now that he could finally get in touch with Fang Zhao and still hadn't submitted anything, Du Ang wasn't going to be nice.
Du Ang's words were harsh, but Fang Zhao knew from his memory that Du Ang had already helped him. Du Ang had fought for 10 days for Fang Zhao. If it had been any other manager, they wouldn't have been able to give him five days, let alone 10. They might have even kicked him out.
The new talent contest Du Ang was referring to was the New Pioneers Chart, which was highly regarded by newcomers in the music industry.
Not just anyone could publish a song on the chart. To get on the chart, one had to be officially contracted and qualified to publish a song. Most of them were graduating or recent graduates. There were also a few outstanding talents who had signed contracts ahead of time.
Many companies that hadn't signed any newcomers were also eyeing the chart to see if they could scoop up a promising newcomer or poach someone from another company.
When it came to the New Pioneers Chart, one thing had to be said: the birth of virtual idols was a boon for creators.
Singers? Virtual idol companies could tune their own voices. Even the croaking of a toad could produce a heavenly sound. So, companies that promoted virtual idols paid more attention to the technical staff and creative talent behind the scenes. Naturally, the New Pioneers Chart would focus more attention on composers.
This was the first big opportunity for all new composers who had just stepped into the music industry!
This was a fight between rookies, and also a contest between companies!
Fang Zhao checked the Internet on his bracelet. Just as Du Ang said, six of the songwriting interns signed with Silver Wing at the same time as him were already in the top 50. As long as the company kept promoting them, their popularity would continue to rise. By the end of the season, their rankings would be even better.
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