The noon sun has already shone on this street, dispelling the coldness of the dark street.
The owner of the store, Yue Qing, also moved a reclining chair to lie in the sun and sleep at the door. Usually, there is no business in his store during the day. When the black street is most active, it is actually at night. Therefore, he rarely sleeps at night, and uses it to make up for sleep during the day. . This is also the work and rest time of most of the big shopkeepers on the black street.
After eating the two compressed cakes in a big mouth, Fang Zhao glanced at the dog at his feet. The compressed cake for him has been eaten, and the dog is licking the crumbs on the ground. What can be eaten and what can't be eaten, these animals with rich wandering experience seem to know very well, and those without any survival skills can't live on the black street until now.
When he was full, Fang Zhao felt that every minute and every second was a pleasure, sitting on the street of the black street, looking up at the sky. The sky above is like a bright blue band, and the dazzling sunlight hangs unscrupulously in the air overlooking the earth. There is no turbidity and blood in the last days.
"very nice."
The end times don't really bring the end.
The end-of-the-road world they once referred to has become what people call "the era of extinction" in the new century. The world has undergone a long-term mass killing shock and experienced mass extinction. After that, everything ushered in a new life, as if a nirvana. Humans still rule the planet.
The world has finally ushered in prosperity again.
It's been too long since I've been so calm, and the inspiration for creation begins to spin uncontrollably.
Fang Zhao casually tapped his fingers on his lap. Few people would pay attention to this. Even if they did, they would not understand what it meant.
Yue Qing stared at it for a long time, but couldn't see why. As a veteran, he has also performed many tasks and learned many kinds of passwords, but Fang Zhao's finger movement is not among any passwords he is familiar with.
After staring at it for a while in confusion, Yue Qing gave up and continued to lie in front of the store basking in the sun.
Some people will tap their fingers unconsciously when they are thinking, but only those who are familiar with Fang Zhao know that Fang Zhao's behavior is actually creating. When there is inspiration, Fang Zhao will start to create, but in the last days At that time, there was no time and space for him to create with peace of mind, let alone pen and paper. Therefore, Fang Zhao created his own way of composing music. Coupled with his own extraordinary memory, he has a unique composition that belongs to him. own creative form. Speaking of which, it is actually a kind of password, which belongs to the music score password that only Fang Zhao himself understands.
Sunshine stayed on the black street for a short time, less than an hour before and after, and then gradually evacuated from the black street.
Without the sun, the temperature in Heijie dropped by a few degrees, but it is now the end of May, and the weather in Yanzhou is still mild, so some old people did not go back immediately after basking in the sun, but chatted with old acquaintances on the spot. This is their busiest time of the day.
Fang Zhao did not intend to stay here any longer, and returned the plates, cups and chairs to the store.
At this time, the voice of the discussion on the black street suddenly became louder, and there was the sound of flying objects approaching in the air.
Yue Qing looked up and smiled meaningfully. He raised his hand and nodded in the air, and the other party called: "Your friend is in the early stages now."
Fang Zhao also saw it.
What landed from the sky was a flying car.
For the people living in the black streets on the ground floor of the Tongjian Building, a flying car is a relatively luxurious thing. Not everyone can use a flying car, and the energy used by a flying car is more expensive.
And every time a flying car came over, it was either related to the big guy on the black street, or someone was going to develop.
The old people in the black street are still very interested in this kind of thing, so after hearing the movement, they all stopped their original words and looked at the landing speed car, wondering who is going to develop, and whether they know each other. If you know each other, you can talk to people for about ten days.
Where the speeding car landed, the person who was sitting there had long since avoided it with a chair and a stool, making way for an open space.
There is a seven-color wind icon with a fancy bag on the speeder. This is very famous in Qi'an City, and even in the whole of Yanzhou.
"The car of neon culture?!"
"Anyone signed by Neon Culture?"
"It's developed and developed, and neo-light culture is rich!"
"I remember that there were people who were signed by the three majors in our street before, and later became a star. What's it called... I can't remember, hey Ma is rich anyway!"
The three major entertainment companies in Qi'an City are Silver Wing Media, Niguang Culture, and Lushan Shihua. Although it seems that this car belongs to the company rather than a private car, this is the famous neon culture, one of the three old entertainment companies, and if you enter the neon culture, are you worried about having no money in the future
The entertainment industry is a golden nest. This is the impression of the masses.
Check-in neon = time turns = money rolls. That's what most black street people think.
The original body of this body was signed by Silver Wing Media as an intern half a year before graduation, and this friend who grew up together, because the school is not comparable to Qi'an Conservatory of Music, and he has no outstanding achievements, so he is close to Graduation did not sign. However, it's different now. People can change.
Fang Zhao looked at the person who came out of the speeding car. The memory in his brain had already told him everything about this person. Fang Sheng, the original owner's hair is small, there is no need to talk about friends, and even the original owner is thinking about waiting for the rookie match, and trying to find a way to pull the other party into Silver Wing Media. If he can't become an artist, let him start with an assistant first, and he won't find it. not work. But in the end, he was stabbed in the back by this man.
Today, Fang Sheng's cheap clothes have been changed, and the shuttle is a flying car. It is not high-end, but it is still a flying car.
Fang Sheng took the original owner's hard work as his own, and exchanged them for benefits, and successfully signed a contract with Neiguang Culture. It seems that Neiguang Culture is quite satisfied with the works handed in by Fangsheng, otherwise he would not have sent the car. Without talent, but with means, this kind of person has been summoned many times.
When Fang Sheng got out of the speeding car, he enjoyed the envious glances from all around him. The feeling of being in the limelight seemed to become a star all of a sudden, which made Fang Sheng feel light when he got out of the car. When he saw Fang Zhao standing at the door of the store, his fluttering mood instantly sank.
Fang Sheng was also very surprised when he saw Fang Zhao here. According to his understanding of Fang Zhao, and the news he bought from a gangster in the black street yesterday, Fang Zhao should have committed suicide at home today, even if If he didn't commit suicide, he would definitely hide in the house and think hard about the solution to the rookie game, or give up on himself, but he didn't expect that this person would still have the heart to come out and bask in the sun!
Is this stupid X making music stupid
What's even more surprising is that Fang Zhao's current state of mind is not sluggish, not self-pity, not insane under heavy pressure and trapped in a desperate situation. On the contrary, it seems that nothing has happened, no results have been stolen, and no predicament has occurred. . Make Fang Sheng flustered.
What happened to Fang Zhao? !
Fang Sheng's gaze didn't stay long, and he didn't dare to look at Fang Zhao. Fang Zhao's gaze was too calm and strange, it made him feel like he was staring at the bottomless sea, and a monster would rush out from below at any time, making him horrified.
But Fang Sheng doesn't think he has done anything wrong, who is not for himself? There is a chance why not? The friendship that grew up together is not without, but compared to the huge benefits at hand, it is not worth mentioning, at least he thinks so.
"What are they doing? Hurry up and pack up and go back to the company, don't waste time here." The driver who got out of the car glanced contemptuously at the people on the dark street and urged Fang Sheng.
"Oh... ok!" Fang Sheng no longer delayed, and hurriedly walked towards the elevator, his back looked a little embarrassed, as if he was escaping.
After Fang Sheng stole Fang Zhao's three songs, he voted for Neiguang Culture, and he was picked up by the new recruits of Neiguang Culture and signed a contract. Niguang Culture is really satisfied with the music score that Fang Sheng has handed in. They paid part of the remuneration in advance and arranged accommodation for him. Today Fang Sheng is here to move. He lives on the fifth floor, although it is lower than Fang Zhao's second floor. Said to be a little better, but it still belongs to the ground floor of the Heijie Tongjian Building, and the conditions are still dirty. Knowing that he can move out from here, Fang Sheng couldn't wait to borrow the company's car and people to move.
Fang Sheng has been thinking about things in his heart, and Fang Sheng seemed a little absent-minded. However, when he packed up and came out of the building, Fang Sheng glanced at the store again. He didn't see Fang Zhao's figure, and he was relieved. I also felt that I was too timid, there was no need to be so afraid of Fang Zhao.
Before, he was worried that Fang Zhao would tell the story of his theft of the results, but he thought about it when he was packing his things, and felt that there was no need to be afraid. Those three songs were uploaded by him first and have been registered in his own name. Copyright has been determined to belong to him.
Even if Fang Zhao wanted to go to court, he was not afraid. As early as when Fang Zhao was composing music, he had already arranged everything. Fang Zhao has no evidence, how can he sue
Moreover, Fang Zhao has no money to sue him now, and even food and clothing are a problem. Maybe he can't pay the rent next month, so how can he sue him? Looking for Zeng Huang and Wan Yue to borrow
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Fang Sheng was disdainful in his heart. Those two were also poor ghosts, so there was nothing to worry about. No matter what, as long as he insisted that the three songs were his original creations, it was enough.
Before getting in the car, Sheng looked at the black street again, and glanced at the window on the second floor where Fang Zhao lived. The window was closed, and there was no light inside.
Taking a deep breath, Fang Sheng got into the car. Starting today, he finally got out of the shabby place like the black street. Get out of poverty and get rich! To the peak of life!
What kind of party call, what black street, you don't have to face it again in the future! Anyway, he has already got his ticket for his rookie season! His future is on the star-studded rookie list!