The news that Fang Zhao, the deputy editor of "New Voices in Symphonic Composition," had come to Muzhou and was recording at Odd Music Company spread like wildfire in Muzhou's music circles.
The fastest to react were students from music academies who were interested in symphonic music. Many skipped classes to rush over to Odd Music Company.
Thus, on this seemingly normal afternoon without a sheep-herding competition, many cars suddenly appeared at Odd Music Company's entrance.
Odd Music Company's security personnel did not think much of it at first. Recently, there had been a lot of people booking the recording studio. It was normal for there to be more today, but very quickly, as more and more people arrived, and all of them asked the same question: "Where is Fang Zhao?"
Fang Zhao?
Who is Fang Zhao?
They were just security personnel in charge of the company's security and did not know much about the music circles. They knew a little about the popular singers and celebrities, but they had never heard of other musicians.
It was only when a company official informed them that they found out that a rather impressive person had arrived.
In the waiting hall, the three members of Wheat Dish Studio had already run up to Fang Zhao.
Zuo Yu's professional antenna had already been erected when Shi Duo had glanced over. He had been prepared to stop the three, but Fang Zhao waved his hands, indicating that there was no need to stop them.
"Hello, Teacher Fang. We are fourth-year students from Muzhou Music Academy!"
The three of them showed their student IDs to Fang Zhao. Ding Xiaotao snatched the book from Jiang Hang's hands, flipped open the cover, and smiled shyly. "Teacher... Teacher Fang, can I have your autograph on this?"
After thinking for a few seconds, Ding Xiaotao decided to address him as "teacher." Those who wrote textbooks and imparted knowledge could indeed be addressed as "teacher."
Fang Zhao smiled at the three, took the pen and book, and signed his name.
Jiang Hang, who was in the middle of the trio, asked Fang Zhao expectantly, "We are also composing now. We are trying to fuse symphonic music with electronic music, but we have run into some difficulties and problems. Can we ask a few questions?"
"Go ahead," Fang Zhao replied.
Jiang Hang told Fang Zhao about the process of composing the score and some of their thoughts when fusing it.
"Have you written the score?" Fang Zhao asked.
"Yes, yes! But it doesn't sound right, and the fusion isn't good. "
"Can I take a look at your score?"
"Sure! Sure! " Jiang Hang handed over the score that had been messed up, not the slightest bit worried that Fang Zhao would copy their score. What a joke. This person was Fang Zhao. Did he need to copy their incomplete and messy score?
However, looking at the paper that had been modified many times, the three of them were a little embarrassed at this time.
"Why don't I sort it out first and write a new copy of the revised score? This one doesn't look good, "Jiang Hang said.
"No need." Fang Zhao studied the score in his hands seriously. Although the score looked messy and there were many changes on the paper, this draft, which had been revised many times, allowed Fang Zhao to see the three's train of thought.
"Lend me the pen again," Fang Zhao said.
"Sure, feel free to use it!" Ding Xiaotao hurriedly fished out the pen from her pocket and handed it to Fang Zhao.
Fang Zhao used the pen to circle a few spots on the paper and analyzed them one by one, explaining his thoughts.
Jiang Hang and the other two listened attentively. They realized that not only had Fang Zhao deduced their train of thought based on the score, he had also accurately pointed out the areas that they had felt were not right during the process of writing the score and provided a few ideas. As for what to do, it was up to them to complete.
And as Fang Zhao was explaining to them, the people in the waiting hall also looked over curiously. Hearing Jiang Hang and the other two call out "Teacher Fang," some people guessed that it was the Fang Zhao they knew. Looking at the copy of "New Voices in Symphonic Composition" that Fang Zhao had signed, they were even more certain of their guesses.
"It's actually Fang Zhao?!" someone exclaimed.
"Who is Fang Zhao? Is he famous? "The people in the other section all had blank looks on their faces.
"He must be the son of some rich and powerful family. He even has bodyguards by his side."
"Not necessarily. Maybe it's some celebrity."
"Our Muzhou celebrities have never seen this person before."
"A celebrity from another continent?"
"Is a celebrity from another continent worth all this attention?" They saw the group of youngsters eager to kneel down and lick Fang Zhao's boots and were very disdainful.
The people in the symphony section could not stand it anymore.
"You guys play pop music, right? It's normal that you don't know him. Nowadays, people who play symphonic and electronic music all know the name Fang Zhao. Have you heard of 'New Voices in Symphonic Composition'? He was the one who co-wrote it. I think I even heard a famous musician say yesterday that symphonic and electronic music could usher in a wave of popularity. Look over there. They are all booked in the symphony section's recording studio. "
A slightly older person asked in astonishment, "Are you talking about Yanzhou's Silver Wing's Fang Zhao? The Fang Zhao who composed the '100-Year Period of Destruction' and received an invitation from Fiery Bird to co-write 'New Voices in Symphonic Composition' with Great Master Xue Jing?! " Even if they were not interested in the symphonic genre, they still knew about the composing of a book that had been spreading like wildfire in the circles.
"I was wondering why that person looked so familiar. It really is him! No way, I'm going to get an autograph too! "
"Me too!"
"Wait for me, I'll let everyone know in the group first!"
Thus, Zuo Yu saw a group of people rushing over. Apart from them, there were also others who had rushed over after receiving the news. In an instant, the waiting hall became crowded.
"Hello, I'm from Qingcheng University's art troupe. Recently, I've been researching symphonic music styles..."
"I'm also a student at Muzhou Music Academy..."
"I'm from XX company..."
Zuo Yu quickly observed everyone who approached him. His arms also skillfully blocked those who approached him. However, there were simply too many people surging over. Even if Zuo Yu had three heads and six arms, it was impossible to block all the people around him.
"Boss, I feel that we should..."
Zuo Yu was thinking of quickly withdrawing when he saw a middle-aged man in business attire walking over quickly. The people he brought with him opened up a path. "Teacher Fang! Teacher Fang, I am Odd Music's vice president, Si Wai. Please come this way. The company has already arranged a lounge for you. " As he spoke, he turned to the people surging over and said, "Everyone, don't be anxious. In a while, our Odd Music Company will provide everyone with a chance to exchange ideas."
Recently, the company's symphony recording studio had been full every day. The company's higher-ups had naturally noticed and understood the reason. Of course, they knew what the name "Fang Zhao" meant.
This was a chance to expand the company's reputation!
The various departments of Odd Music Company immediately got into action. They also increased the number of security personnel at the entrance and even spent money to hire a batch of people from a special security company. As the vice president, Si Wai also personally came over to invite them.
Fang Zhao also knew that staying here was not a good idea. After signing a few books, he returned the pens to Ding Xiaotao and the other two.
"Sorry, I have to leave for a bit."
Fang Zhao himself had not expected something like this to happen, but he was not intimidated by the situation before him. He followed the vice president out of the waiting hall and arrived at a VIP lounge. The moment he entered, he realized that there were still people waiting inside.
Five people. Three of them were Odd Music's higher-ups. The other two were the principal of Muzhou Music Academy and his 10-year-old granddaughter, who happened to be recording today.
The principal had not expected to encounter such a good opportunity when he brought his granddaughter to his good friend's company to record a song. However, as someone who had met many masters in the industry, he was not as excited as the other youngsters.
After introducing himself, the principal finally revealed his purpose for waiting there. "Teacher Xiao Fang, are you interested in giving a lecture at our Muzhou Music Academy?"
...
Half an hour later, Odd Music Company specially opened a small conference hall that could accommodate over 1,000 people. In the past, they had set up their new recording equipment and equipment here. It was a place for publicity and promotion. Now, it had been vacated for a temporary meet-and-greet session.
Fang Zhao would answer questions for an hour and then sign books for people who brought them over.
Before heading to the conference hall, Fang Zhao gave Duan Qianji a call and told her about the situation. He had cooperated with the principal of Muzhou Music Academy to give a lecture at the venue arranged by the principal. As there were many industry insiders interested in this aspect, the arranged venue could not accommodate so many people, so the lecture would be broadcasted online. In Muzhou, the Muzhou Music Academy would have the exclusive live broadcast. In Yanzhou, the live broadcast would be arranged by Silver Wing. Currently, the live broadcast channels in other continents were still in discussion, but in Yanzhou, Silver Wing would be arranged by Fang Zhao.
Duan Qianji, who had received the news, was naturally very happy. She immediately arranged for a live broadcast channel and made an announcement about the live broadcast on the official website.
After issuing a series of orders, Duan Qianji sat in her office and watched a group of people discussing online. She smiled. "He really went out to expand his business."
Xue Jing had been invited to various places to give lectures because of "New Voices in Symphonic Composition." As Fang Zhao had signed a contract with a company, he was not completely free. He also had things to do, so he did not follow Xue Jing. This time, Xue Jing had received the news that Fang Zhao had been caught in Muzhou. He was quite supportive of Fang Zhao personally giving a lecture, so he immediately contacted Fang Zhao.
"When the time comes for your lecture, there will surely be many industry veterans, but you don't have to be nervous. Just like when you were discussing with me, just say whatever you want. I have already spoken to a few old friends over in Muzhou. They will not ask tricky questions and will help you when necessary... "
Xue Jing used the tone of a senior taking care of a junior and exhorted many things.
When Xue Jing finally finished speaking, Fang Zhao said, "Thank you. I'm not nervous. "
"Hey, when the time comes and a thousand pairs of eyes are staring at you, will you still be able to keep your cool? When is the lecture scheduled? "
"Tomorrow morning."
"So soon? Don't you need to prepare? "
"There's no need. I still have things to do after the lecture."
"You little rascal... Forget it, it's your first lecture. Don't be too stressed."
"I'm not stressed."
The next day, Fang Zhao came out of the accommodation the school had arranged for him. There was already someone waiting there to lead him straight to the lecture venue.
The lecture venue was an exchange center. Usually, some reputable professors and masters would come here to give presentations, give lectures, and so on. It was rare that the main lecturer today was a young man who was not much different from the school's students.
The principal of Muzhou Music Academy brought over ten questions that he had picked from a variety of questions from the students. He saw Fang Zhao sitting backstage watching a sheep-herding competition.
Is he watching videos to relieve his stress, or is he just born simple-minded? The principal thought to himself.
When it was about time, Fang Zhao walked into the venue and stepped onto the podium. He calmly scanned the packed venue, gave a few simple opening remarks, and went straight to the main topic.
Fang Zhao was not the approachable type of teaching, but he was able to use simple words to explain the problem more thoroughly and make it easier to understand. He even used a few famous Muzhou songs as examples. Even people who had never come into contact with the symphonic genre would be able to understand quite a bit. Fang Zhao's examples were not limited to Muzhou songs. He used music from various continents to give the audience a sense of immersion.
Oh? So it can be used like this? Go back and try it out!
Wow, it can actually incorporate such sounds? Perhaps it can be used in the songs I compose!
Why didn't I think of it?
How does he know so much?!
...
The audience listening to the lecture and watching the live broadcast had all sorts of emotions churning in their hearts.
Fang Zhao's words and actions imperceptibly gave off a sense of pressure. The school leaders sitting in the first few rows shifted uncomfortably.
The music arrangement teacher also straightened his back. Why do I feel a little nervous? The lecturer was not nervous, but the audience was nervous. Weird!
In a venue that could seat 1,000 people, the first 10 rows were filled with school leaders, teachers, and celebrities from all over Muzhou who were interested in this field. Behind them were the students. Many students had not managed to grab a spot and could only watch the live broadcast.
The school's forums were also in heated discussion.
"I finally know why Fang Zhao can reach such heights despite being only two years older than us. Look at him. Just standing there, that aura... Tsk tsk, it reminds me of our former form teacher."
"He actually said everything. Isn't he afraid that those things will be trampled on by others after they learn them?"
"Do you know what certain people in the industry say about Fang Zhao? 'Stupid Fang! ' They're talking about how Fang Zhao imparted all sorts of experience and techniques without holding back. However, watching Fang Zhao's lecture today, I feel that Fang Zhao doesn't seem like someone who doesn't understand how to maximize benefits. It's just that he doesn't care and isn't afraid. Impressive! "
Those who had previously doubted Fang Zhao's ability and doubted Fang Zhao's abilities only had one word in mind when watching the live broadcast: Style of a master!
Xue Jing, who had been invited to Huangzhou for an exchange, was also watching the live broadcast. A few people who were close to Xue Jing were astonished. "Tsk, Old Xue, this little fellow speaks better than you!"
Xue Jing did not feel the slightest bit angry. Instead, he had a gratified tone as he beamed. "Yesterday, when he told me he wasn't nervous, I didn't believe him. Now I know. I feel that this little fellow was born for this line of work! "
At Shanmu Farm, Su Hou, who was training on the grassland, browsed the news during a break and noticed that the headlines mentioned Fang Zhao.
"He actually became a trending topic before me!"
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