"Old leaders, dinner is here," the caretaker said softly.
No response.
The caretaker raised her voice and repeated herself.
This time, there was a response.
The old lady turned around and smiled apologetically. "Leave it there first. We will eat in a bit." She then stared at the screen again.
The caretaker was a little curious as to what the two elders were so engrossed in, but due to professional ethics, she could not simply look. She could only be curious.
After the caretaker left, the two elders did not leave the screen.
"I haven't finished reading. Why are you flipping?!" The old lady turned the page back.
"You are too slow!" The old master grumbled unhappily, but he did not idle while waiting. He saved a screenshot of the page and sent it to some old friends later.
The old master and the old lady also paid attention to some news, but they had never looked at entertainment news in the past. After Fang Zhao's visit on Memorial Day, the two elders would glance at the entertainment news section when watching the news every day. They had a deep impression of this great-grandson of theirs. Since they had nothing better to do, it was no big deal for them to look at an extra section of the news. Of course, they knew about the recent hot topic in Yanzhou.
The two elders had also seen the Yanzhou conscription promotional video and had praised the theme song as very good. Because they liked it very much, they had searched for it and downloaded it. Who would have thought that they would see the music video and the name on the subtitles at the end of the music video? At the time, they had suspected that it was someone else with the same name until Silver Wing exposed the truth.
At that time, there had been a lot of doubts online. Although the old man and the old lady had their doubts, after all, this was a matter of family, and they were unhappy to see those slanderous words. They could not do anything about other parts of Yanzhou, but they could at least do something about it in Yanbei, right? Although they were already retired, they still had some influence. Some old colleagues, old subordinates, and some juniors could at least put in a bit of effort to uphold the opinions online.
But before the two elders could react, a barrage of evidence came crashing down.
The two deputy heads of the Yanzhou Music Association, the world's top game producer Fiery Bird, and the renowned music industry maestro Xue Jing all stepped forward to testify.
"Ha! Now they have nothing to say! "
Great-grandfather Fang slapped his thigh in delight. He did not know the vice president of the Music Association, but he had heard of the famous Fiery Bird and had come into contact with a few of Fiery Bird's peripherals. As for Xue Jing, they were even more familiar with him. When the two elders were still studying, Xue Jing had already made a name for himself. The younger generation might not have understood, but Great-grandfather and Great-grandmother Fang were very clear about him. Back then, there had always been news reports about him. From a "talented youth," to a "promising youth," to a "famous teacher," to a "great master," over time, he had influenced many generations.
Thus, when they saw Xue Jing's high evaluation of Fang Zhao, Great-Grandfather and Great-Grandmother were very excited. They had even pre-ordered the electronic and hard copy of "New Voices in Symphonic Composition" online so that they would receive it as soon as it went on sale.
And after that, when the two elders used Fang Zhao's name as a keyword to search, they also discovered that Fang Zhao's name was being mentioned in other industries online.
Medical journals
"Silver Wing's genius composer Fang Zhao's four movements break through the frozen gate: Yanzhou Hull virus research team has made a breakthrough..."
The Yanzhou research team had already released the results of their latest round of research. The "breakthrough" wasn't a boast or an exaggeration of the results. They had really made progress that was gratifying. Now, researchers from other related fields had rushed over from other continents to join the team. Even if they could not join, they could at least learn from the sidelines. When it came to Hull virus research, Yanzhou's medical team was at the forefront.
History journals —
"Respecting History, A Brief Discussion of the Chaos in the Entertainment Industry Caused by Capitalists..."
The article used both positive and negative examples to criticize the chaotic film and television production environment under commercial operations. It was one thing to ignore the fictionalized world, but when it came to films that involved actual history, it was fine to talk about history. Even if they added a little personal information and made it artistic, it was understandable. But when it came to influential elements, shouldn't they be a little more careful? Otherwise, the billions of lives that had been lost during the Period of Destruction would seem like a stupid joke.
The music video for the four movements of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series was used as a positive example.
But when it came to articles like this, many in the entertainment industry just laughed and said, "As long as you can make money, who cares about your bullsh * t? If you can do it, then do it! " As for the young composer, just wait and see. He won't be popular for long. Silver Wing was fighting for profits now, so they were blowing him up. Once this topic blew over, no one would mention him again. Every year, many people were short-lived and faded into obscurity.
"When the tree burns, all that's left is ash," a Yanzhou film producer said.
But Great-Grandfather and Great-Grandmother didn't know that. They only noticed that Fang Zhao's name was mentioned in music, gaming, entertainment gossip, political news, and other electronic publications and live broadcast programs. Some mentioned him in passing, some highlighted.
"Did I save that photo?"
"Yes."
"You saved the photo with Xue Jing?"
"Yes."
The two old men saved another screenshot of the news. When they checked the time, they realized it was already night.
They heated up some food and ate some. Great-Grandfather couldn't wait to go out and chat.
As Great-Grandmother Yang was throwing out the trash, she heard Great-Grandfather Yang's loud voice coming from next door.
"Hey, Old Yang, let's not talk about national affairs today. Let's talk about the younger generation. Do you know who the news is talking about? My great-grandson! Sigh, that rascal is in the entertainment industry. It's not a good place. He's different from other stars. He's just a composer. Sigh, composing four epic songs at such a young age. " As Great-grandfather Fang sighed, the corners of his lips curled up to the heavens. At this point, he stretched out four fingers and shook them, then retracted three. "One of them was even used as the theme song for our continent's recruitment campaign!"
Next door, Old Yang: "..."
"What will we do if this goes on? I'm worried he's too young and can't handle the pressure. I heard Fiery Bird is looking for him to compose songs. Oh, right, do you know Xue Jing? When you were young, your mother used him as a role model. He's 10 years older than us. My great-grandson is writing books with him. He's even a deputy editor! "
Next door, Old Yang: "..."
"There's a lot of news online. Have you been online lately? Have you seen the news? You haven't? If not, I'll show you. I've saved it all... "
Next door, Old Yang: "Get lost!!"
When Great-Grandfather Fang returned, humming an off-key tune, he saw the meaningful smile on Great-Grandmother Fang's face.
"Why are you smiling?" Great-Grandfather Fang was baffled.
"Did you forget something?" Great-Grandmother Fang asked.
Great-Grandfather Fang thought for a bit. "I watered the flowers on the balcony today!"
"... Who asked you that?"
"Then what are you talking about?" Great-Grandfather Fang still didn't understand.
Great-Grandmother Fang didn't count on his poor memory. She reminded him, "Do you remember what Little Zhao said before he left on Memorial Day? You even promised him. "
Old Master Fang finally remembered. "Did … Did he … promise?"
Not in the mood for idle chatter, Great-Grandfather Fang paced in his room. After some thought, he gave Fang Zhao a video call.
Fang Zhao had just returned to the office after dinner at Xue Jing's place.
"What's the matter?"
"Nonsense. Why would I call you? Do I have nothing better to do?! "Great-Grandfather Fang glared.
Great-Grandmother Fang laughed. You have nothing to do after retirement. Don't you have nothing better to do?
Great-Grandfather Fang glanced at Fang Zhao's background and asked, "Are you at the office?"
"I just came from Professor Xue's place."
Great-Grandfather Fang wanted to laugh, but he thought of something and put on a serious face. "I was about to tell you about this. I've seen the news these past few days. You have indeed done well, but at times like this, don't be too affected by the outside world. Don't get complacent. You have to be rational! "
Great-Grandmother Fang glanced at Great-Grandfather Fang. Wasn't he just bragging about it? Now he wants Fang Zhao to be rational about the outside world? He sure changed quickly.
However, Great-Grandmother Fang agreed with what Great-Grandfather Fang had said.
After transferring from the military, although they felt that it was like retirement, they had experienced many things and seen the ups and downs of others. They understood the principle that the tallest tree in the forest would be destroyed by the wind. It was rare to see someone like Fang Zhao among the younger generation. They didn't want to see Fang Zhao fade into the crowd like a flash in the pan. Fang Zhao's parents weren't around. As elders, it was only right for the two of them to mention him.
Great-Grandfather and Great-Grandmother Fang said a lot to Fang Zhao. Ming Cang, Xue Jing, and Duan Qianji had mentioned this before. Being famous meant being scolded. Doing something wrong meant being scolded. Doing something right meant being scolded. Many people would use this as a pretext to make a fuss. Some were good, some were bad, but they were all necessary on the road to success.
Actually, Fang Zhao wasn't really affected by the outside world's evaluation or the fuss. He was also someone who had experienced things. In his previous life, he had been older than Ming Cang and Duan Qianji, and not much younger than Great-Grandfather Fang, Great-Grandmother Fang, and Xue Jing. The end of days and the New Era were different, but Fang Zhao had experienced the complexity of human nature.
Great-Grandfather Fang was still there. "If you can't calm down, you can go out for a walk. Do you need a bodyguard? Some of my old comrades have a special security company. Do you want me to send two people over?
"No need. The company has already arranged for someone. They should be here tomorrow," Fang Zhao replied.
"Your company's arrangements might not be reliable. Who did they arrange for you?"
"I heard they're from the special forces."
"... Oh." Great-Grandfather Fang paused. "In any case, you have to calm down. The other trivial matters will naturally be handled by the relevant personnel of your company. Just focus on composing your own music and writing your novel. Got it?"
"Got it."
"All right, that's all."
Great-Grandfather Fang ended the call and went to his room to retrieve a box from the bedside table.
"You still decided to give it to him?" Great-Grandmother Fang asked.
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