Mr. Fang was so choked by the old lady's secretly photographing.

After a hiccup, all kinds of emotions that had been brewing were instantly dissipated.

However, he cried too much, and he was quite tired of crying. After he was not in such an mood, Old Master Fang immediately became excited and sent eight big red envelopes to show off his own communication groups.

"Celebrating my Xiaozhao's award for the Galaxy Star Award! [Red Envelope]"

The old cadres in the retreat always listen to Mr. Fang brag about what works Fang Zhao has in music or acted in "Genesis", but they often have a joking attitude. Although Mr. Fang said congratulations on the other side, they may not be able to discuss it in their hearts.

With such a large retirement home, there will always be some seniors in the family who are doing well, especially some people within the system. They are in a low-key show-off style, and it is impossible to show off if they have achievements.

This time, when he learned that Fang Zhao won the Galaxy Star Award, the old cadres really had enough congratulations.

First, because the Galaxy Star Award is indeed valuable, Fang Zhao is the only one who won the award in Yanzhou this year, and he is only over 20 or 30 years old, and his potential is quite great. This award has already enabled everyone to position themselves from an entertainment star to a real artist.

The second reason for the change in the views of the old cadres on the other side is because of the Hull virus. The contribution of conquering the virus, whether it is a coincidence or a matter of any kind, cannot be erased and is worthy of respect.

"Old Fang, congratulations! Your family has produced another talent!"

"Your Xiaozhao is only in his twenties now, and his future is promising!"

"Fang Zhao is pretty good."

Mr. Fang is so proud:

"Yes, yes, our Xiaozhao looks like me the most!"

Originally, I wanted to give Fang Zhao a video call, but thinking that Fang Zhao must be very busy, Mr. Fang decided to wait two days before talking. He sent a congratulations and asked Fang Zhao to pay attention to his health. After the text message after three meals passed, Mr. Fang put on his newly bought cultural shirt, swung his shiny crutches, and went out to chat with old friends in the restroom. By the way, he asked them to see if their new outfit is literary enough...or, go for a hairstyle?

After the Huangzhou and Fang Zhao finished the second day's class, he received information bombardment from all parties.

Fang Zhao first read the email sent by the Galaxy Award Committee, which was indeed informing the winner of the award. By the way, he notified Fang Zhao and left a detailed address. The invitation letter for the award ceremony will be delivered within 12 hours after the address is determined.

After filling in the address of the Huangyi dormitory and replying to the email, Fang Zhao replied to some people again. Just as he was replying, Fang Zhao received a call from Imperial City 9th Station.

Imperial City TV is not very commercial and entertainment. Imperial City Jiu TV mainly focuses on documentaries, all of which are high-standard documentaries. A small number of high-quality products are produced in important archives and labeled as gold.

The documentary that Fang Zhao was invited to participate in the recording was also on the gold mark. The film was filmed about the conquering of Hull virus.

As a songwriter who opened the door to conquer with music, Fang Zhao was naturally invited by the key players.

"We have sent a team of people to Yanzhou to shoot. Now we are just looking at Mr. Fang, you are not convenient. Just a simple interview and some shooting. Half an hour is enough. There will be some daily life shots later, but our photographers will not disturb you." said the producer of Imperial City Jiutai.

The crew of the twelve continents has been sent out. There are some people involved in the Hull virus project in each continent, and they need to be interviewed and filmed separately. However, Yanzhou is even more special. When Fang Zhao created "A Hundred Years of Destruction", he was in an entertainment company in Yanzhou. The shooting team on Yanzhou would also take pictures of the team members who originally produced the virtual idol "Aurora".

"Yes." Fang recalled.

"When you have time, Mr. Fang, we will make an appointment for an interview. The location is on the side of Huangyi. We will send someone there."

"Tomorrow is 4:00 pm. There will be classes in the morning and an hour of live lectures in the afternoon. The end of 3:30 pm and the shooting will start at 4:00 pm."

"Okay, then it's four o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

After making an appointment with the people from Jiutai, Fang Zhao contacted Nanfeng and told him about this matter, so that he could be prepared.

Nanfeng, who was originally happy that Fang Zhao won the Galaxy Star Award, learned that the Imperial City was coming to interview, Lianlian promised that he would perform well and not drag his boss down.

After the conversation, Nan Feng was excited and proud: "Look, I know how to choose the boss!"

At the same time, I secretly warned myself that I must perform well and keep this job! I will follow my boss to the Galaxy Awards ceremony at that time! Even many actors and actresses cannot enter, and those who can enter the entertainment industry are a few people with enough works and enough status.

His new assistant has really benefited from it!

The day after Fang Zhao won the award, he finished class in the morning and started the third online live lecture in the afternoon. As soon as the class started, the number of people online quickly exceeded 100 million, and the number of people continued to grow at an extremely fast speed.

Yanzhou's entertainment media fully utilized their ability to change their minds and swear blindly when they learned that Fang Zhao won the Galaxy Star Award, they began to hype. Most of the online viewers came from Yanzhou, most of whom were curious and involved in the fun.

There are twelve continents, ten winners this year, from nine continents, and there are two winners from the Imperial continent.

The media in nine continents are competing with who is playing loudly, and they are afraid of falling behind.

There were also messages congratulating Fang Zhao on winning the award in the comment area, but Fang Zhao did not pay attention to those, but followed the lesson plan and finished the rest in an hour. Then he smiled and said thank you to everyone's congratulations.

After going offline, Fang Zhao received a video call from Xue Jing.

"Fang Zhao, have you received the invitation letter?" Xue Jing asked.

"I received it, I was delivered to the dormitory last night." Fang Zhao replied.

"That's good. At that time, you should be humble. When you give a lecture today, you will be in good condition and keep going."

Xue Jingchou, when he saw those unconventional media swearing around, he was worried that Fang Zhao would be affected and his mentality was inflated. He felt that he had won such an honor at a young age and wanted to be dragged into the sky. "Any seniors who won the Star Award will be there at that time."

Fang Zhao knew what Xue Jing meant and was about to say something. A new message popped up, which attracted his attention.

"Teacher Xue..." Fang Zhao said.

"You listen to me first. At that time, don't dress too exaggeratedly at the award ceremony, just be simple and generous."

"I understand. Teacher Xue, I want to say..."

"I haven't finished speaking yet, listen to you, the venue will be predecessors in the art world. Regardless of whether they have won awards or not, those who can attend the award ceremony have made contributions and achievements in their respective fields. You should have a better attitude in front of them." Xue Jing continued to remind Fang Zhao to pay attention to the award ceremony.

"I know, Teacher Xue..."

"You listen to me first!" Xue Jing said with a little sternness, and as he said, he felt that it seemed too stern, he slowed down and asked, "What did you want to say just now?"

"Teacher Xue, you won the award. The Galaxy Universal Award was announced two minutes ago." Fang Zhao said, looking at a new news released by the Galaxy Award Committee.

Not every year is selected for a Galaxy World Award winner, and it is common to choose one in three to five years.

Xue Jing is so old and still works so hard. He wants to make more achievements and contributions just to win a Galaxy Universe Medal that truly shines at the top of the industry.

In terms of the number of excellent works and the influence of music creation, Xue Jing is indeed not as good as those of Mo Lang. In comparison, the style of music is relatively narrow. There are other very powerful peers with the same style. In terms of artistic achievements, it is indeed a bit short of it. However, over the years, he has been working hard towards that medal.

Every three years, Xue Jing applies for the Galaxy Universal Award, and this year he also applies, so he has not joined the Galaxy Award Committee this year and has not participated in the Star Award selection for young artists.

Because there has been no news before, Xue Jing thought he would not be able to evaluate this year, but unexpectedly...

At the other end of the communication, Xue Jing was stunned after hearing Fang Zhao's words.

Xue Jing's assistant looked worried from the side. He had just received the first-hand news, but Xue Jing was on the phone, so he didn't go up to disturb him.

"Mr. Xue, don't be excited! Drink some water first!" Seeing Xue Jing like this, the assistant quickly poured a glass of warm water and handed it over.

Xue Jing's eyes gradually moved to the cup and raised his hand to catch it. However, his hands were shaking. Only half of the water was poured into the cup, but when it was delivered to the mouth, it shook half of it.

The communicator doesn't know when it will be turned off due to hand shaking.

Fang Zhao re-allocated it, and it was Xue Jing's assistant who answered it.

"Old Xue is just too surprised and it takes time to slow down." Xue Jing's assistant glanced at Xue Jing, who was still sitting in a daze on the chair, and replied.

"That's good." Fang Zhao was worried that Xue Jing was too excited to have physical problems because he suddenly disconnected from communication there.

When Fang Zhao came out of the live broadcast classroom, Nanfeng was waiting outside.

"Boss, the people from Imperial City Jiutai have arrived."

The people from Imperial City Jiutai were already waiting. The interview location was on the Imperial Arts campus. In a quieter landscape garden, the questions asked were not as tricky as those of the entertainment journalists. They were all about creation and art issues, as well as related topics about the Hull virus.

Fang Zhao answered one by one.

Nan Feng was beside him, responsible for handing tea to the bosses.

After the interview, the rest of the crew left first, "If you need to take some additional shots later, you will contact us in advance to make an appointment. Mr. Fang, do you think this is OK?"

"No problem." Fang Zhao was still willing to cooperate with this small matter.

After the rest of the crew left, a photographer was left here, following the shooting, only taking some shots from Fang Zhao's daily life.

"Fangzhao, you should follow your daily life, when I don't exist. If you think there is privacy involved and it is inconvenient to take pictures, you can also tell me that I will avoid it."

The photographer followed Fang Zhao to the dormitory and saw the game helmet produced by the Flamingo at a glance.

In order to welcome the shooting of Imperial City 9th Station today, Nanfeng wiped many things from the dormitory several times, especially the game helmet.

"Wow! Flamingo's eighth generation limited edition upgraded game helmets! Now they are all non-sale products." The photographer is also a fan of Flamingo. As soon as he entered Fang Zhao's dormitory, his eyes stuck to it and couldn't move them away.

"Now, only Fang Zhao, who works with flamingos, can I get it... Can I take it over and take a look?" The photographer looked at Fang Zhao expectantly.

"Yes." Fang Zhao nodded.

“Where are you taking pictures?”

“It’s OK.”

"Thank you very much! Oh, Mr. Fang, you can do whatever you want. I have set up the camera. It will follow the automatic shooting. I will sit here without moving and not disturbing your creation."

The photographer held the game helmet like a baby, and was happily showing off to a few friends. He gradually felt something strange. He glanced and faced the poodle lying on Fang Zhao's feet.

"That dog is looking at me...I always feel like it wants to bite me." The photographer whispered to Nanfeng.

Nan Feng, who was thinking about what clothes to wear at the award ceremony, looked at the curly hair lying there and replied, "Little Curly Hair is so obedient, why do you have that kind of thought?"

"No, I think it seems to have an objection to me, look at me, it's still looking at me."

"Why don't you change the place?" Nanfeng suggested.

The photographer who had just said he wouldn't move immediately changed his chair and hugged in another corner of the dormitory with his game helmet. However, he found that the dog eyes were still following him.

Pointing Nanfeng, the photographer whispered: "It's looking at me again..."

The curly hair lying at Fang Zhao's feet kept staring at the photographer. After a few minutes, his nose was squirting heavily.

The photographer was panicked: What did I do? You have to keep staring at me like this?
Chapter completed!