The day after Great-Grandfather Fang's call with Fang Zhao was a Saturday. Second Uncle Fang did not go to work. He borrowed a colleague's car and drove over four hours from Yanbei City to Qi'an City.
The night before, Second Uncle had been about to head out to chat with a few friends in the same building after dinner. He had seen the news about Fang Zhao and had been chatting with people in the neighborhood for the past two days. Previously, when Fang Zhao had visited, he had bought candies for the children in the neighboring buildings. Fang Zhao had also stayed over for a few days on Memorial Day. Many people had seen Fang Zhao, so when the news broke online, many people recognized him and chatted with Second Uncle every day.
That night, just as Second Uncle was about to head out, he received a call from Old Master Fang. Ever since he added the old man's contact number, he had never encountered a situation where the old man took the initiative to look for him. When he saw the word "Grandpa" displayed on his personal terminal, Second Uncle Fang was so scared that he thought something had happened to the old man.
However, Old Master Fang only asked about Fang Yu and Second Uncle's plans for Saturday. When he found out that Second Uncle did not have to work on Saturday and did not have any plans, he sent Second Uncle to Qi'an City.
It was rare for Old Master Fang to assign him a task. Second Uncle was very excited. He borrowed a flying car from a colleague and headed to the retirement facility early Saturday morning. After collecting his things and assuring Old Master Fang that he would complete the task, he drove straight to Qi'an City.
The next morning, Fang Zhao received a message from Old Master Fang saying that Second Uncle would deliver something for him, so Fang Zhao waited at home all morning on Saturday.
Second Uncle followed the address Fang Zhao had given him. As he neared the area, the car's computer system popped up a speed limit warning. The security personnel in the area also asked for identification, verification codes, and other information before the car arrived at the building Fang Zhao had given him.
Fang Zhao was already waiting on the rooftop.
"It seems like the security measures are quite tight. You shouldn't have to worry about any disturbances."
Before coming, Second Uncle had been worried that Fang Zhao's life would definitely be affected by the sudden increase in public exposure, but now that he saw the security measures, he was much more at ease.
"Indeed, I won't be disturbed here." Xue Jing had bought a house here to avoid trouble. Fang Zhao had set his sights on this place for the same reason. If this was a black street, he would have been swarmed by reporters. Perhaps some reporters were even more adept at black street rules than the tenants.
"The old man asked me to give this to you."
Second Uncle did not know what Old Master Fang wanted to give Fang Zhao and had not opened it. After entering the house, he did not even bother to drink his tea. Instead, he handed the wrapped box to Fang Zhao.
After delivering the items, Second Uncle did not stay for long. Knowing that Fang Zhao was doing well, he was no longer worried. It was rare for him to come to Qi 'an City, so Second Uncle went to look for a few old friends to catch up.
After Second Uncle Fang left, Fang Zhao tore open the packaging on the box. Following the passcode his grandfather had given him, he unlocked the box and saw a black gun inside.
There was no holster. The gun was placed in a black box, and the body of the gun reflected a cold light. It was steady with a hint of sharpness. Looking at the structure of the gun, it was different from the gun he had snatched from the black street. However, he had seen this kind of gun in the game.
There was also a note in the box that said, "It is better to rely on yourself than on others."
At the bottom, another sentence was added, "For self-defense only."
Looking at the gun and the note, Fang Zhao smiled, burned the note, put the gun away, and sent a message back to Old Master Fang. "Got it."
Fang Zhao had thought that he would have to wait until he became more famous before asking Old Master Fang for the gun. He had not expected Old Master Fang to deliver it so soon.
Old Master Fang had sent the gun mainly because of his promise to Fang Zhao. Apart from that, Old Master Fang felt that celebrities were dangerous. There was too much attention on them, and they would be surrounded the moment they went out. What if they ran into some crazy people? Also, what if they ran into people who would do anything for profit? Fang Zhao did not have any reliable friends or family in Qi 'an City, and he could not fully trust Silver Wing. Even if he arranged for bodyguards, how confident were they that he could guard against everything? There were always lunatics in this world who would go crazy over the smallest of matters. What if he was unlucky enough to run into such a situation?
Old Master Fang felt that his great-grandson was just an artistic youth. He could not shoulder any responsibilities or carry any heavy weapons, so it was better to bring a gun as insurance. At least, that was what the old couple thought.
After receiving Fang Zhao's message, Old Master Fang exhorted Fang Zhao again, "Don't think that just because you have a gun that you are not afraid of anything. Be vigilant when you go out!" After blabbering on and on, Old Master Fang treated Fang Zhao like a little kid who did not know anything.
"You're overthinking things. I know how to use a gun, and I won't use it carelessly."
"What do you know! Sigh, forget it. You youngsters won't listen to anything I say! "
"You're overthinking things. I'm just a little more famous now. I can't compare to those big stars, so there won't be that much trouble," Fang Zhao replied.
Old Master Fang grumbled a little more before ending the call.
Now that he had gotten his things, Fang Zhao did not continue staying at home. Instead, he went to the company. He sent Duan Qianji an application to head out to collect materials.
Old Master Fang was right about one thing. Old Master Fang suggested that Fang Zhao go out for a walk. Although Fang Zhao was not affected by the discussions in the outside world, he did intend to go out for a walk, and he wanted to go a little far.
He still had not completed the soundtrack assignment that Fiery Bird had given him, so he wanted to head out to look for inspiration. While paying his respects at Yanzhou's Cemetery for Martyrs, he had gained quite a bit of inspiration, but it was not enough. Fang Zhao intended to visit the Cemetery for Martyrs in other continents. He had long wanted to visit the graves of his old friends.
Silver Wing Tower's top floor office.
Duan Qianji was listening to a report. There were still two more days to go before the online voting for the spokesperson. The votes for all three parties were very close. Each party had more than 20 million votes, and the difference was within 1,000 votes. Currently, Polar Light had the lowest number of votes, but in terms of overall numbers, 1,000 votes was not a big difference. It could only be said that all three parties were evenly matched.
When she saw the application Fang Zhao had submitted, Duan Qianji's face twitched.
Head out to collect materials?
And he still had to leave Yanzhou to collect materials?
Did he need to visit the Cemetery for Martyrs in every continent to find inspiration?
However, Fang Zhao did not have any urgent tasks in Yanzhou. Regarding Polar Light's development plan, Fang Zhao had already seen it and agreed to it. Furthermore, some media outlets were keeping an eye on Fang Zhao, so Duan Qianji felt that Fang Zhao could go out and lay low for a while.
After some consideration, Duan Qianji agreed. Even if Polar Light could not win the endorsement, if Fang Zhao's music was used by Fiery Bird, it would not be a bad deal.
Thinking up to this point, Duan Qianji approved the application and generously allocated a flying transport that could cross continents to Fang Zhao.
"The assistant assigned to you should be able to reach Silver Wing by tonight. He has a flying transport license. Let him follow you out to collect materials. He can be a pilot and a bodyguard."
An hour later.
Silver Wing Tower, 50th floor, virtual projects department.
Zu Wen had finished a round of games and was stretching when he saw a young man about his age walk in. His eyes were squinting as he looked around curiously.
"May I know who you are looking for?" Zu Wen asked.
The young man walked over with a beaming smile. "Hello, I am Fang Zhao's new assistant arranged by the company."
"That's you?"
Zu Wen had heard Fang Zhao mention that the higher-ups had arranged an assistant and bodyguard for him. He had not expected the assistant to arrive so quickly, but he could not see anything special about the person in front of him. He was about the same height as Zu Wen and did not look robust. Compared to the big guys in movies, he was a far cry.
However, since it was arranged by the higher-ups, Zu Wen suppressed the astonishment in his heart and put on a smile. "Hello, I am Zu Wen, the number one technician in the virtual projects department."
"Hello, I am Zuo Yu. May I know if Fang Zhao is around? "Zuo Yu asked.
"Yes, Boss is in the office. Over there." Zu Wen pointed Zuo Yu in the direction.
"OK, thank you."
When Zuo Yu arrived at Fang Zhao's office, Fang Zhao was sorting out the last draft. He had to deliver it to Xue Jing tonight.
"Hello, I was arranged by Boss Duan to be your assistant from today onwards. Is there anything you need me to do? "Zuo Yu asked with his usual beaming face.
Fang Zhao raised his head and glanced at him, thinking seriously. "Yes, please feed the dog. The automatic feeder is broken. It was sent for maintenance and has not returned yet. "
Zuo Yu: "... OK."
Although it was different from what he had imagined, Zuo Yu took it seriously. It was just that the dog seemed to dislike him. It ran away whenever Zuo Yu approached.
After Fang Zhao finished the draft, Zuo Yu drove him to Xue Jing's place. On the way, Zuo Yu thought Fang Zhao would ask him about the special forces. He had already thought of a way to brag about it. Unfortunately, all Fang Zhao said was his address.
When they arrived at Xue Jing's place, Fang Zhao told Zuo Yu to go home. He would stay at Xue Jing's place to finish the final proofreading.
"You have one day to pack and get the flying transport ready. We leave at 7 a.m. the day after tomorrow," Fang Zhao said.
"What's our destination?" Zuo Yu asked.
"I'll let you know when the time comes." Fang Zhao entered the house.
After Fang Zhao disappeared, Zuo Yu shook his head and curled his lips. "Tsk, an artist."
...
On Monday, Du Ang went upstairs to look for Fang Zhao.
Du Ang had been riding the coattails of late. As the head of the newcomers department and Fang Zhao's agent when he was still a rookie, Du Ang had received a lot of compliments because of Fang Zhao's rise in popularity. He bumped into a few agents he knew in the elevator. They all struck up a conversation.
"Old Du, how did you manage to poach a gem like Fang Zhao back when you were the manager of the new composers? Composing, arranging, mixing — he's an all-rounder! "
Du Ang smiled proudly. "I don't know either. I was digging and digging and all of a sudden I hit the jackpot."
Today, the operations director, Julian, had invited everyone out for a celebration. Du Ang had personally made a trip to the 50th floor to ask Fang Zhao if he wanted to tag along.
But when Du Ang arrived at the 50th floor in high spirits, Fang Zhao was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's your boss?" Du Ang asked Zu Wen.
"Out on a trip to source material," Zu Wen replied.
"Out on a trip? Isn't that a paid vacation? "Du Ang was envious." When is he coming back? "
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