Superstars of Tomorrow

The noon sun had already shone on this street, dispelling the coldness of the black street.

The owner of the store, Yue Qing, also moved a reclining chair to lie on the door and bask in the sun to sleep. Usually, he doesn’t have much business in the store during the day, and it’s actually night when the Black Street is most active. Therefore, he rarely sleeps at night, and uses it to catch up on sleep during the day. . This is also the working and resting time of most big shopkeepers on Black Street.

After eating the two compressed cakes in one gulp, Fang Zhao glanced at the dog lying at his feet. His compress cake had been eaten, and the dog was licking the crumbs on the floor. What can be eaten and what cannot be eaten, these animals with rich wandering experience seem to know very well, and those without survival skills cannot survive on the dark streets until now.

After he was full, Fang Zhao felt that he was enjoying every minute and every second. He sat on the street of Heijie and looked up at the sky. The sky above is like a bright blue band, and the dazzling sun hangs unscrupulously in the air and looks down on the earth. There is no turbidity and bloodiness in the last days.

"very nice."

The end times don't really bring about an end.

The doomsday world they once called has become what people in the new century call the "era of annihilation". After a long period of mass killings, the world experienced mass extinction, and then everything ushered in a new life, like a nirvana. Humans still dominate the planet.

The world finally ushered in prosperity again.

It's been too long since I haven't been so peaceful, and the inspiration for creation has started to spin uncontrollably again.

Fang Zhao tapped lightly with his fingers casually on his lap. Few people would pay special attention to this point, and 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 performed many missions and learned many passwords, but Fang Zhao's finger is not among any passwords he is familiar with.

After staring at it for a while in bewilderment, 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 he is inspired, Fang Zhao will start creating. However, 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 a way of composing music, and coupled with his own excellent memory, he had a music that belonged to him alone. own creative form. Speaking of it, it is actually a kind of code, which belongs to the music score code that only Fang Zhao himself can understand.

The sunlight stayed on Heijie for a short time, less than an hour before and after, and then gradually withdrew from Heijie.

Without sunshine, the temperature in Heijie dropped several degrees, but it is the end of May now, and the weather in Yanzhou is still mild, so some old people did not go back immediately after basking in the sun, but just chatted with old acquaintances in place. This is their busiest time of day.

Fang Zhao didn't intend to stay here any longer, and returned the plates, cups and chairs to the store.

At this moment, the voices of discussions on the black street suddenly became louder, and there were sounds of flying objects approaching in the air.

Yue Qing looked up, smiled meaningfully, raised his hand and tapped the air, and the other party called: "Your friend is now in the top spot."

Fang Zhao also saw it.

What landed from the sky was a flying car.

For the people who live in the black street on the bottom floor of the Tongjian building, the flying car is a relatively luxurious thing. Not everyone can use the flying car, and the energy used by the flying car is more expensive.

And every time a speeding car came over, it was either related to the big boss on the black street, or someone was about to get rich.

The old people in Heijie are still very interested in this kind of thing, so after hearing the commotion, they all stopped their original conversations and looked at the speeding car that landed together, wondering who is about to get rich again, and whether they know each other. If you know each other, you can brag about it for ten days.

At the place where the flying car landed, the people who were sitting there had already moved away with chairs and stools to make way for an open space.

There is a seven-color wind icon with a fancy bag on the flying car. This is very famous in Qi'an City, and even the entire Yanzhou.

"Neon culture car?!"

"Is someone signed by Niguang Culture?"

"It's developed, it's developed, and the neon culture is rich!"

"I remember that there were people on our street who were signed by the Big Three, and later became stars. What's their name... I can't remember, oh, I'm always rich anyway!"

The three major entertainment companies in Qi'an City, Silver Wing Media, Niguang Culture, and Lushan Shihua. Although it looks like this car belongs to the company and not a private car, but this is the famous Niguang Culture, one of the three old entertainment companies. After joining the Niguang Culture, do you worry about running out of money in the future?

The entertainment industry is a golden nest. This is the impression of the masses.

Signing into Niguang = time will come and go = money will roll in. This is 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 was not as good as Qi'an Conservatory of Music, and he did not have outstanding grades, so he approached Did not sign a contract after graduation. However, it is different now. People change.

Fang Zhao looked at the person who came out of the speeding car, and the memory in his brain had already told him everything about this person. Fang Sheng, the original owner's childhood friend, a friend who has everything to talk about, and even the original owner was thinking about waiting for the rookie competition to find a way to draw the other party into Silver Wing Media. If he can't become an artist, let him start as an assistant first. less than work. But in the end, he was stabbed in the back by this man.

Now, Fang Sheng's cheap clothes have changed, and the speeding car used for pick-up and drop-off is not high-end, but it is still a speeding car, and it is the speeding car of Niguang Culture Company, which is enough to attract attention in the black street.

Fang Sheng took the fruits of the original owner's hard work as his own, and exchanged them for benefits, and successfully signed a contract with Niguang Culture. It seems that Niguang Culture is quite satisfied with the works submitted by Fang Sheng, otherwise it would not have sent the car out. There are no talents, but there are means, this kind of people have been summoned many times.

When Fang Sheng got out of the speeding car, he enjoyed the envious eyes cast around him. This feeling of being noticed by everyone seemed to make him a star all of a sudden. This made Fang Sheng feel light when he got off the car. When he saw Fang Zhao standing at the door of the store, his mood that was so high just now suddenly sank.

Fang Sheng was also very surprised when he saw Fang Zhao here. According to what he knew about Fang Zhao and the information he bought from a gangster in the black street yesterday, Fang Zhao should have committed suicide at home today. If he didn't commit suicide, he would definitely hide in the room and think hard about the solution to the rookie competition, or give up on himself, but he didn't expect this person to come out to bask in the sun!

Is this stupid X composing the music stupidly?

What's even more surprising is that Fang Zhao's current mental state is not depressed, not self-pitying, not under heavy pressure and falling into a desperate situation. On the contrary, it seems that nothing happened, no results were stolen, and he was not in trouble. . Fang Sheng panicked.

What happened to Fang Zhao? !

Fang Sheng's gaze didn't stay for long, he didn't dare to look at Fang Zhao. Fang Zhao's gaze was so strangely calm, it felt like he was staring at the bottomless sea, and a monster would rush out from below at any moment, which made his hair stand on end.

But Fang Sheng didn't think he did something wrong, who wasn't for himself? Why not use it when you have a chance? The friendship they grew up with when they were young is not without it, but compared to the huge benefits in front of them, it is not worth mentioning, at least he thinks so.

"Look at what they are doing? Hurry up and pack up your things and go back to the company, don't waste your time here." The driver who got out of the car glanced contemptuously at the people on the dark street and urged Fang Sheng.

"Oh... good!" Fang Sheng didn't delay any longer, and hurriedly walked towards the elevator, looking a little embarrassed from his back, as if he was trying to escape.

After Fang Sheng stole Fang Zhao's three songs, he invested in Niguang Culture, and was favored by the new recruits of Niguang Culture, and signed the contract. Niguang Culture was really satisfied with the score submitted by Fang Sheng, paid part of the remuneration in advance, and arranged accommodation for him. Fang Sheng came to move today, and he lives on the fifth floor. It was said to be a little better, but it still belonged to the ground floor of the Heijie Tongjian building, and the conditions were still dirty and messy. Knowing that he could move out from here, Fang Sheng couldn't wait to borrow the company's car and people to move.

Thinking about something all the time, Fang Sheng seemed a little absent-minded. However, when he packed up his things and came out of the building, Fang Sheng glanced at the store again. He didn't see Fang Zhao's figure. I also feel that I am too timid, there is no need to be so afraid of Fang Zhao.

Before, he was worried that Fang Zhao would tell about his theft of the results, but when he was packing his things, he thought about it again, and felt that there was no need to worry. The three songs were uploaded by him first, and they were registered under his name. The copyright It has been judged to belong to him personally.

Even if Fang Zhao wanted to file a lawsuit, he was not afraid. He had already arranged everything when Fang Zhao was immersed in composing music. Fang Zhao has no evidence, how can he sue?

Moreover, Fang Zhao doesn't have the money to sue him now. Even food and clothing are a problem. Maybe he won't be able to pay the rent next month, so how can he sue him? Ask Zeng Huang and Wan Yue to borrow it?

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Fang Sheng was disdainful in his heart, those two were also poor ghosts, nothing to worry about. No matter what, as long as he firmly insists that the three songs are his original creations.

Before getting into the car, Sheng Sheng glanced at the black street again, and glanced at the windows on the second floor where Fang Zhao lived. The windows were closed tightly, and there was no light inside.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Sheng got into the car. From today onwards, he finally got out of the shabby place like Heijie. Get rid of poverty and become rich! To the pinnacle of life!

What Fang Zhao, what black street, I don't have to face it again in the future! Anyway, he already got the ticket for his rookie season! His future is on the star-studded rookie list!