From the start of the Outer Space Immigration Program to the approval of the first batch of applicants, there had been no silence in the half-year observation period. Every continent and every corner was in a state of excitement and apprehension.
Netizens would start talking about this topic every day when they went online. In order to seize the market, manufacturers had come up with many clever tricks. Celebrity endorsements were indispensable. Even if some manufacturers had already announced that they did not need endorsements, they would still invite celebrities for their online and offline activities to boost their popularity.
Gradually, the company that invited the most celebrities, who had a high status, and who could invite the top traffic of various industries, would have a strong and powerful brand with a high status. Of course, if they could invite celebrities and experts, it would give the public an even more reliable feeling.
Therefore, this half-year could be said to be the highlight of the various continents' celebrities. Even some that had already faded from public view welcomed a second spring in their careers.
As for Fang Zhao, as the public safety advocate and ambassador of the Outer Space Immigration Program, he had never faded from public view. Although he had not accepted a single commercial event during this period, as long as people took public transportation, watched videos online, or went to entertainment venues, they would know who Fang Zhao was. Even people who were face blind could recognize his face.
The only endorsements Fang Zhao was still active on billboards were for Fiery Bird's headphones and game consoles.
As the spokesperson for Fiery Bird's two high-end products, the Diting series of headphones and the 10th-generation gaming console, Fang Zhao had also shot a new short commercial, and sales had reached a new peak. Fiery Bird's face was about to burst from laughing.
Now, half a year had passed, and the applicants for the Outer Space Immigration Program had received their final results. Some were happy, while others were worried. However, for the masses, this was a good thing. It was an event worth remembering.
Television stations, major live broadcast platforms, and social media people from every continent had started following up on the immigration program a week before it set sail. On the day of the program's departure, they were fighting for the scoop even if they had to forgo food and water.
Yanzhou.
On the ground floor of a building complex, a young man dragged a suitcase out of an old elevator. At the same time, he was holding a live broadcast tool.
"Hello everyone, I am host Little Bug. I have already set off!"
The current host Little Bug was clean and fresh. Even his fingernails had been trimmed to a glossy gloss. His entire body was sparkling. If it wasn't for his old fans, they wouldn't have been able to associate him with the useless otaku from half a year ago, who would always use the phrase "lowly …"
This person had really undergone a 180-degree change. On the day he had received the approval, he had been bawling his eyes out in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers.
Little Bug dragged his suitcase out of the dimly lit building. "I'm moving! After the approval, I submitted the welfare housing application. It has already been approved. At least I don't have to worry about not having a place to stay or a dormitory. I have also applied for a job. It has been approved. I just have to wait for the interview...
I have to go to the community gathering point and then head to the train station with the others before taking a flying transport to Yanzhou's spaceport. I heard that Fang Zhao will be heading over today. When we arrive at the spaceport, we will be able to take a photo with him if we draw the lucky lot!
Walking on the streets of Black Street, Little Chong raised his head and looked at the narrow, bright blue gap between the towering buildings. For the last time, he used his gaze to trace the outline of the sky above his head.
The wind that blew against his face still carried the smell of rust and decay, but his mood was completely different.
Little Worm smiled and quickened his pace, dragging the box behind him. He said to the audience in the live streaming room, "I see the gathering point! So many cars... In a bit, the first batch of people will be gathering at Yanzhou's airport. We still have to go through the paperwork and verify their identities. I will be very busy later, so I will stop the live broadcast. Everyone can watch the official live broadcast. The entire migration process will be broadcasted ~ ~ ~
Well then, everyone, see you at Home No. 2! "
After turning off the live broadcast, Little Bug went to the assembly point to register and followed the staff to the waiting room.
On the TV screen in the waiting room, "Above the Blue Dome of Heaven" was playing. It was already in its second season, and many people were watching it.
The first season had been pretty good, but after the second season came out, the reviews were even better, especially the music. The number of plays and downloads on various music platforms far exceeded that of the first season.
The first season could not be said to be bad. The music was not out of character, but it was very infectious. It left an impression in the short term, but it was not deep and would fade after a month. As for the second season, not to mention the theme and the opening and closing scenes, just some of the music was enough to make people want to search for it and collect it.
Little Bug's own playlist was filled with Fang Zhao's works, from old works to those that appeared in the latest season two.
After waiting in the waiting room for a while, Little Bug was arranged to board the car.
He could not see the TV screen, but the music continuously flowed into his ears.
The strings unfolded like a painting scroll, and the piano was like a spread of distant stars, leaving the lights and traffic behind.
In the silent universe, the glassy nebula moved rhythmically.
Amidst the resplendent star-like melody, the star-studded percussion gradually became clearer, as if there was an inseparable emotion and persistence.
The clouds broke and the fog dispersed.
He saw the glory of the past, and the light of new life.
Sunlight shone in his eyes, and his mood brightened.
He was a little shocked and a little touched, and his footsteps became light.
Little Bug and the others boarded the departing flying car, and the anxiety in his heart gradually subsided. He looked at the ground and the towering buildings that were gradually getting further away, and he looked at the brighter sky.
"The feeling of openness is really good."
He was not a genius, just an ordinary person, but every time he listened to Fang Zhao's music, he felt that he could become the kind of person he wanted to be.
So...
"I f * cking like Fang Zhao the most!"
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Yanzhou Qi'an City, a certain hotel.
Nanfeng, who had the appearance of a mature and steady elite, was discussing the upcoming arrangements with Fang Zhao.
He was no longer the steady and steady person he had been in the past to maintain his persona. Now, he was real and gave people the feeling that nothing could make him lose his head. He was a high-level talent who would remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him. Nanfeng also felt that he was like that!
Many people who were familiar with Nanfeng were very surprised to see this change in Nanfeng. They did not understand how he had changed so much in such a short time.
When asked, Nanfeng only smiled casually and jokingly said a few words.
In the past, Nanfeng, who was easily flattered by others, was now completely unmoved by the flattery of others.
Others felt that he was posturing.
Nanfeng... did not know whether he was posturing or not.
However, there was one thing he was sure of. In this small team, his status was only slightly higher than Yan Biao and Zuo Yu.
"... 9 am Yanzhou Television Station interview...
10 am to 12 am. Video conference with the heads of the 12 spaceports' publicity departments and online interviews...
2 pm Follow the Qi'an City fleet to Yanzhou spaceport...
3: 30 pm...
4 pm...
5 pm Depart from the spaceport...
Attend the spaceport press conference at 8 pm Yanzhou time. The entire process will be broadcast live... "
Nanfeng went through the remaining work arrangements for the day. Some of them were slightly tweaked from the day before.
"Boss, you only have two hours for lunch and rest today. I will turn away all visitors. You have to make sure you have rest time. It will be very busy and I still have to change my appearance before leaving in the afternoon. "
"I will be heading out in the afternoon," Fang Zhao said.
Nanfeng was stunned but did not probe further. "Then... I will go arrange a car?"
"No need. I will be heading out alone. Look after Curly Hair. "
Nanfeng understood that this was Fang Zhao's private matter. He did not wish for anyone else to tag along.
"Alright!"
Fang Zhao was heading out alone in the afternoon. Since Curly Hair was not bringing him, Nanfeng could only... accompany him to play games.
After finishing his morning work and lunch, Fang Zhao left the hotel in an inconspicuous car.
As he passed by the black street where he had once lived, Fang Zhao stopped at a parking space.
The midday sun shone through the crisscrossing facilities above and shone sporadically on the ground of the black street.
A group of children were kicking a ball around and looking enviously at the flying cars taking off.
"My mom said it's our turn to move in the next batch!"
"My dad says so too! Our whole family is moving! "
"I heard that our new home has a large lawn. It won't hurt if you fall!"
The group of children shrieked excitedly as they discussed the news they had heard.
Fang Zhao chuckled and drove off. He arrived at the Yanzhou Cemetery for Martyrs and walked in.
The cemetery guards were already familiar with Fang Zhao. They might not necessarily recognize those famous celebrities, but they remembered Fang Zhao very clearly.
When they had first seen Fang Zhao here, they had even treated him as a dangerous person.
Later on, this person had become more and more popular. Their own music software had saved quite a bit of his music. They had also watched the "Founding Era Yanzhou chapter" that Fang Zhao had acted in. However, what had left the deepest impression was that this person would come here at least once every year.
However, at this time, as the ambassador of the Outer Space Immigration Project, this person should be too busy to leave. Not to mention the business invitations, the official media would probably invite this person to participate in some activities. Why had he come to this place? When the entire nation was paying attention to the first batch of Outer Space Immigration Project, this person had actually come to the Cemetery for Martyrs?
However, it was also because of this special time that there were practically no visitors or people paying their respects in the cemetery. It was empty and very quiet.
The routine ID scan and registration records.
The guards were curious and asked Fang Zhao, "Why are you here today? Looking for inspiration again? "
Fang Zhao smiled and nodded, not saying much.
"All right, you musicians are indeed different."
Fang Zhao walked past the tombstones one by one until he arrived in front of his own. He brushed off the light dust on the tombstone and sat on the stone steps in front of the tombstone.
If every tombstone was a star, that era would also have been filled with shining stars.
The melody of despair and hysteria seemed like something that had happened a long, long time ago.
Fang Zhao gazed at the azure sky. His gaze seemed to pierce through the atmosphere and gaze at the stars in the distance.
The vast starry sky watched over everything in the universe. To them, nothing seemed new. Dynasties changed, prosperity alternated, history changed, and the heavens and earth rose and fell. Those bright and gloomy things came and went in an instant.
The rocky planet beneath their feet seemed to be just an insignificant speck of dust in the universe. Only the people who lived on it knew its weight.
However, now, people had already flown out from this rocky planet.
"Time to set sail."
Fang Zhao said softly.
In the distance, a moving convoy left, and the sound of engines gradually faded.
At the outer space port, a huge transport ship was docked at the side, about to set sail for an even further flight path.
More and more people would forget the scars that had lasted for a hundred years.
They also wouldn't have to worry about not being able to retreat when the next apocalypse arrived.
There might be a day in the future when everyone would forget this vital planet that had nurtured countless people.
The scars that had lasted for a hundred years would only exist in dust-laden historical records.
Perhaps in the distant future, to the people of that time, those hundred years would only be a hundred years that could be summed up in one sentence.
Perhaps there would still be people who would recall the resplendent stars of that era on a certain night when the stars were dim.
However, the era that belonged to "us" had ultimately passed.
What came from the past would also belong to the past.
After sitting quietly for a while, Fang Zhao stood up and gazed at the rows of ashen tombstones that filled his field of vision before turning to leave.
...
In a hotel room, Nanfeng was playing video games with Curly Hair. From time to time, he would glance at the electronic clock and shout in his heart, Boss, hurry up and come back to change your style!
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