The sun at noon has shone on this street, dispelling the coldness of the black street.

The shop owner Yue Qing also moved a lounge chair and slept at the door to bask in the sun. Usually, his store has no business 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 big shop owners on the black street.

After ate the two compressed cakes with big mouths, Fang Zhao glanced at the dog at his feet. The compressed cakes he gave it had been eaten, and the dog was licking the debris on the ground. What can be eaten and what cannot be eaten? These animals with rich experience in wandering seem to know very well. Those who do not have some survival skills cannot live on the black street until now.

After eating, Fang Zhao felt that every minute and every second was enjoyment. He sat on the streets of the black street and looked up at the sky. The sky above was like a blue band, and the dazzling sunlight hung unscrupulously in the air and looked down at the earth. There was no turbidity and blood color of the end of the world.

"very nice."

The end of the world does not really bring about the end.

The end of the world they once called became what people in the new century called the "destruction period". After a long-term large-scale killing and mass extinction of species, all things ushered in a new life, as if they were a nirvana. Human beings still dominate this planet.

The world finally ushered in another prosperity.

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

Fang Zhao gently tapped his fingers on his legs, and few people would pay special attention to this point. Even if he noticed it, he would not understand what it meant.

Yue Qing stared at him for a long time, but he could not see the reason. As a veteran, he had performed many tasks and learned many kinds of passwords, but Fang Zhao's fingers were not among any passwords he was familiar with.

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

Some people will unconsciously tap their fingers when 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. However, in the end of the world, there is no time and space for him to create with peace of mind, and pen and paper are even more unthinkable. Therefore, Fang Zhao created a way of composing, and his own memory is extraordinary, so he has a form of creation that belongs to him. Speaking of which, it is actually a code, a music score code that only Fang Zhao himself understands.

The sunlight stayed on the black street for a short time, less than an hour before it gradually evacuated from the black street.

Without the sun, the temperature on the black street has dropped by several degrees. However, it is already the end of May, and the weather in Yanzhou is still mild, so some elderly people do not go back immediately after basking in the sun, and chat with old acquaintances on the spot. This is the most lively time for them every day.

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

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

Yue Qing looked up and smiled meaningfully. He raised his hand and pointed in the air. The other party summoned: "Your friend is making a fuss now."

Fang Zhao also saw it.

It was a speed vehicle that landed from the air.

Speed ​​is a relatively luxurious thing for people living in the black street on the ground floor of Tongjian Building. Speed ​​is not something that everyone can use, and the energy used by speed is more expensive.

Every time a speeding car comes, it is either related to the big guys on the black street, or someone is going to develop.

The old people on the black street were still very interested in this, so after hearing the movement, they stopped talking and looked at the landing speed together, wondering who was going to develop and whether they knew each other. If they knew each other, they could joke with others for ten days.

When the speed landed, the people who were originally sitting there had already taken a chair and a stool to avoid it and gave up a piece of open space.

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

"The car of Niguang Culture?!"

"Someone was signed by Niguang Culture?"

"As developed and developed, Niguang Culture is rich!"

"I remember that some people on the street were signed by three major signs, and later they became celebrities. What's the name... I can't remember, hey, hey, he's always rich!"

The three major entertainment companies in Qi'an City, Binyi Media, Niguang Culture, and Shihua, Mishan City. Although the car that seems to be a company car rather than a private car, it is a famous Niguang Culture and one of the three old entertainment companies. After entering Niguang Culture, you still have to worry about not having money in the future?

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

Sign in to Niguang = time to run = money rolling. This is what most people in the black street think.

The original body of this body was signed as an intern by Blade Media six months before graduation. This friend, who grew up with her since childhood, did not have very outstanding grades in the school, so she did not sign a contract when she graduated. However, it is different now. People will change.

Fang Zhao looked at the person who walked out of the speed car, and the memories in his brain had told him everything about this person. Fang Sheng, the original owner's childhood friend, an all-you-can-eat friend, and even the original owner was thinking of trying to find a way to pull the other party into Blade Media after the rookie match. If he couldn't become an artist, he would start with an assistant first, so he wouldn't be able to find a job. But in the end he was stabbed in the back by this person.

Now, Fang Sheng has changed his cheap clothes and used a speed car to pick up and drop off. It is not high-end, but it is still a speed car, or a speed car from Niguang Culture Company, which is also eye-catching enough on the black street.

Fang Sheng took the fruits of the original owner's hard work as himself, and used them for profit and successfully signed a contract with Niguang Culture. It seems that Niguang Culture's works handed over by Fang Sheng is quite satisfied, otherwise he would not have sent the car out. He has no talent but has the means, so many such people have summoned.

When Fang Sheng came out of the car, he enjoyed the envious gazes he cast from all over the world. This feeling of attention seemed to have become a star all at once, which made Fang Sheng's body flutter when he got off the car, until he saw Fang Zhao standing at the door of the store, his mood just now sank instantly.

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 on 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 about the solution to the rookie game, or give up on himself, but he didn't expect that this person would actually have the intention to bask in the sun!

Is this stupid X a composing song?

What was even more surprising was that Fang Zhao's current mental state was not depressed, self-pity, and madness under heavy pressure. On the contrary, it seemed that nothing had happened, no results were stolen, and no trouble. Fang Sheng was panicked.

What happened to Fang Zhao?!

Fang Sheng's gaze did not stay for long, and he did not dare to look at Fang Zhao. Fang Zhao's eyes were so quiet that it gave him the feeling of staring at the bottomless sea, and a monster would rush out from below at any time, making him creepy.

But Fang Sheng doesn't think he did something wrong, who is not for himself? Why not have the opportunity? The friendship of growing up together is not without, but compared to the huge benefits in front of him, it is not worth mentioning, at least that's what he thinks.

"Look at what they do? Get packed up and go back to the company quickly, don't waste time here." The driver who came out of the car glanced at the people on the dark street with contempt 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 the three songs of Fang Zhao, he cast Niguang Culture. He was attracted by the new people from Niguang Culture and signed a contract. Niguang Culture was really satisfied with the music scores submitted by Fang Sheng. He paid part of the remuneration in advance and arranged accommodation for him. Today, Fang Sheng came to move. He lived on the fifth floor. Although it was a little better than Fang Zhao's second floor, it still belonged to the ground floor of the Hei Street Tongjian Building. 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.

Fang Sheng seemed a little absent-minded when he was thinking about things. However, when he packed up his things and came out of the building, Fang Sheng looked at the store again. He didn't see Fang Zhao's figure, and felt relieved. Then he felt that he was too timid and there was no need to be so afraid of Fang Zhao.

He was worried that Fang Zhao would tell him about theft of his results, but when he packed up his things, he thought about it and felt that there was no need to worry. Those three songs were uploaded first by him and had been registered in his own name. The copyright had been determined to belong to him.

Even if Fang Zhao wanted to sue, he was not afraid. He had already arranged everything when Fang Zhao was composing. Fang Zhao had no evidence, so how could he sue it?

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? Borrow it with Zeng Huang and Wan Yue?

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Fang Sheng was disdainful in his heart. Those two were poor, so it was not worth worrying. No matter what, as long as he insisted that the three songs were original by him, it would be enough.

The sound of the sound in front of the car looked at the dark street again, and his eyes swept across the window on the second floor where Fang Zhao lived. The window was closed and there was no light inside, so there was no sign of anyone inside.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Sheng got into the car. From today on, he finally got out of a dilapidated place like the black street. He got rid of poverty and became rich! He reached the peak of his life!
Chapter completed!