The midday sun was already shining down on the street, dispelling the gloom and coldness of the dark street. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yue Qing, the owner of the shop, also moved a reclining chair to lie at the door to bask in the sun and sleep, usually during the day he has little business in the store, and when the black street is most active, it is actually at night, so he rarely sleeps at night, and uses it to catch up on sleep during the day. This is also the daily routine of most of the big shopkeepers on the black street.

After eating the two compressed cakes, Fang Zhao glanced at the dog lying at his feet. The compressed cake for it had been eaten, and the dog was licking the crumbs on the ground. What can be eaten and what cannot be eaten, these animals with rich experience in wandering seem to know very well, and those who have no survival skills will not be able to survive on the dark streets until now.

Having eaten enough, Fang Zhao felt that every minute and every second was enjoyment, sitting on the streets 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 and looks down on the earth. There is not a trace of the muddness and blood of the end times.

"That's good."

The last days do not really bring an end.

The world that they once called the end of the world has become what people call the "period of annihilation" in the new century, and the world has experienced mass extinction after a long period of large-scale killing, and then everything ushers in a new life, as if it is a nirvana. Humans still dominate the planet.

The world is finally booming again.

It's been a long, long time since I've been so calm, and the inspiration for creation has begun to spin uncontrollably again.

Fang Zhao's fingers resting on his lap lightly tapped, few people would pay special attention to this, and even if they did, they wouldn't understand what it meant.

Yue Qing stared at it for a long time, but he couldn't see the reason. As a veteran, he had also performed many missions and learned many kinds of passwords, but Fang Zhao's finger was not among any of the passwords he was familiar with.

After staring at it in confusion for a while, Yue Qing still gave up and continued to lie in front of the store to bask in the sun.

Some people will unconsciously tap their fingers 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, there is no time and space for him to create with peace of mind, let alone pen and paper, so Fang Zhao created a way of composing, coupled with his own memory, he has his own creative form. Speaking of which, it is actually a kind of password, which belongs to the score password that only Fang Zhao himself understands.

The sunlight remained on the street for a short time, less than an hour, and then gradually withdrew from the street.

Without the sun, the temperature in Heijie has dropped by a few degrees, but now that it is the end of May, the weather in Yanzhou is still mild, so some old people do not go back immediately after basking in the sun, and chat with old acquaintances in the same place. This is the busiest time of their day.

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

At this moment, the sound of discussion in the dark street suddenly became louder, and there was the sound of flying objects approaching in the air.

Yue Qing looked up, smiled a little meaningfully, raised his hand and pointed in the air, and the other party called: "Your friend is now mixed up." ”

Fang Zhao also saw it.

Descending from the sky, it was a flying car.

Flying cars are a relatively luxurious thing for people who live in the black street on the ground floor of Tongjian Building, and the flying car is not used by everyone, and the energy used by the flying car is more expensive.

And every time a flying car comes, it is either related to the big guy on the black street, or, someone is going to be developed.

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 flying car that landed, wondering who was going to develop, whether they knew each other, and if they did, they could blow with people for more than ten days.

Where the flying car landed, the people who were originally sitting there had already avoided it with chairs and stools, making way for an open space.

The flying car has a seven-colored wind icon with a fancy bag. This is very famous in the city of Qi'an, and even in the whole of Yanzhou.

"The car of Neon Culture?!"

"Someone was signed by Niguang Culture?"

"Developed, developed, neon culture is rich!"

"I remember that there were people on our street who were signed by the big three in the past, and then they became stars, what is it called...... I can't remember, hey, he's old and rich anyway! ”

The three major entertainment companies in Qi'an City, Silver Wing Media, Niguang Culture, and Lushan Shihua. Although the car that comes to me at first glance is a car that belongs to the company and not a private car, this is the famous Niguang Culture, one of the three old entertainment companies, and I am worried that I will have no money in the future?

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

Signing in Neon = Time to Run = Money Rolling. That's what most people in the dark streets think.

The original body of this body was signed as an intern by Silver Wing Media half a year before graduation, and this friend who grew up together since childhood, because the school is not as good as the Qi'an Conservatory of Music, and he does not have too outstanding results, so he did not sign a contract when he was about to graduate. Not anymore, though. People change.

Fang Zhao looked at the person who came out of the flying car, the memory in his brain had already told him everything about this person. Fang Sheng, the original owner's hair is small, a friend who can't be talked about, and even the original owner is still thinking about waiting for the rookie competition to find a way to pull the other party into Silver Wing Media, and if he can't become an artist, let him start as an assistant first, so that he won't find a job. But in the end, he was stabbed in the back by this person.

Now, Fang Sheng's cheap clothes have changed, and the shuttle is a flying car, which is not high-end, but it is also a flying car, or the flying car of Niguang Culture Company, which is also eye-catching enough 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 work handed over by Fang Sheng, otherwise he would not send the car out. has no talent, but has the means, this kind of person Fang Zhao has seen a lot.

When Fang Sheng came out of the flying car, he enjoyed the envious gaze cast around him, this feeling of being in the limelight seemed to have become a star all of a sudden, which made Fang Sheng's body flutter when he got out of the car, until he saw Fang Zhao standing at the door of the store, and the fluttering mood just now instantly sank.

Fang Sheng was also very surprised to see Fang Zhao here, according to his understanding of Fang Zhao, plus the news he bought from a gangster in the black street yesterday, Fang Zhao should have committed suicide at home today, even if he didn't commit suicide, he would definitely hide in the house and think hard about the solution of 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 composer stupid?

What is even more surprising is that Fang Zhao's current mental state is not sluggish, there is no self-pity, there is no madness in a desperate situation under heavy pressure, on the contrary, it looks as if nothing has happened, no gains have been stolen, and there is no predicament. Fang Sheng's heart was 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 eerie, giving him the feeling of staring at a bottomless sea, and a monster would rush out from below at any moment, making him creepy.

But Fang Sheng doesn't think he did anything wrong, who isn't doing it for himself? Why not if you have a chance? It's not that the friendship of growing up together is not nothing, but compared to the huge interests in front of him, it's not worth mentioning, at least that's what he thinks.

"What do you see them doing? Hurry up and pack your things and go back to the office, don't waste time here. The driver who came 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 on his back, as if he was evading.

After Fang Sheng stole Fang Zhao's three songs, he voted for Niguang Culture, and was favored by the new recruits of Niguang Culture and signed a contract. Niguang Culture is really satisfied with the score handed in by Fang Sheng, 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 slightly better than the second floor of Fang Zhao, but it still belongs to the ground floor of the Heijie Tongjian Building, the conditions are still dirty and messy, knowing that he can move out from here, Fang Sheng can't wait to borrow the company's car and people to move.

Thinking about things all the time, Fang Sheng seemed a little absent-minded, but when he packed up his things and came out of the building, Fang Sheng looked at the store again, and he didn't see Fang Zhao's figure, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt that he was really too timid, there was no need to be so afraid of Fang Zhao.

Before, he was worried that Fang Zhao would tell him about the theft of the results, but when he was packing up his things, he pondered it again, and felt that there was no need to be afraid, those three songs were uploaded by him first, and they had been registered in his name, and the copyright had been determined to belong to him.

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

Moreover, Fang Zhao has no money to sue him now, even food and clothing are a problem, maybe he can't pay the rent next month, 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. In any case, as long as he insists that those three songs are his original, it is enough.

The sound in front of the car glanced at the black street again, and his eyes swept over the window on the second floor where Fang Zhao lived, the window was closed, and there was no light inside, so he couldn't see if there was anyone 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. Poverty! Go to the pinnacle of life!

What kind of calling, what black street, you don't have to face it again in the future! Anyway, he's already got a ticket to his rookie season! His future is in the star-studded rookie list!