Fang Sheng left with ambition, leaving behind a discussion on the dark street that had not stopped for a long time, but Fang Zhao did not bother with Fang Sheng.

Betrayal and loyalty may be encountered in everyone's life, and in the end of the world, such things can be seen everywhere. Blood and family affection may also turn into deep hatred.

The original owner's revenge must be avenged, but the most urgent task is to make a new song and hand it over to Blade Media. Otherwise, if he fails to pay it over the deadline, he will not only lose his good job, but will not be able to catch up with the last bus of this season's newcomer race, but his future life will be even more difficult.

It is the end of May, and according to three months, one season, one season, and two-thirds of the time has passed on the "New Front List" on the music chart, which is exclusively for newcomers. At this time of year, it is the time when newcomers fight the most fiercely, and it is also the time when major entertainment companies are watching the most.

For those who are the best, both fame and fortune will be absolutely successful, and their future path will be smoother. Without mentioning it yourself, the company will naturally put out more resources to push you to the top. But if you can't achieve a good result in the newcomer season, you will be initially judged by people in the circle that there is no good future, and then the future development will be hard to say.

The original owner attached great importance to this opportunity. June was still in two days, and there was not much time left for Fang Zhao. At this time, wasting time with Fang Sheng for the copyright of the three songs was not worth the loss, and there was no evidence. The other party obviously came prepared. Even if he spent two seasons, he might not be able to get the copyright, and he would lose the opportunity in front of him.

After Fang Zhao returned the store's stuff, he took the dog for about a hundred meters and came to a pharmacy. The original owner was difficult to buy with self-killing medicines in ordinary pharmacies. Those more dangerous drugs need to be presented with medical certificates to buy. However, there are rules here on the Black Street, and you can always buy them if you want to buy them.

The pharmacy is not big, and it is also deserted during the day. A man in a casual white coat is sleeping on the counter. When Fang Zhao entered the door, the scanner at the door issued a jingling sound.

The man barely raised his head, yawning at the door as if he was not awake, and was obviously stunned when he saw Fang Zhao.

The pharmacy owner was very surprised. He still remembered that yesterday, the young man came in to buy medicine like "I just don't want to live". He also advised him, but the other party didn't listen. He thought that someone would disappear silently on the black street. There were too many such things on the black street. If he couldn't survive, he would commit suicide. He was like a bug on the corner of the black street. He could not be shocked even if he died.

But now when he saw Fang Zhao again, the pharmacy owner was quite surprised. Even though he claimed that he had seen many examples, he did not expect that he would meet someone who was completely different from yesterday's mental state.

Could it be that this person came to buy medicine yesterday to commit suicide? The owner thought about it.

It wasn't right. He believed in his eyes as a practicing physician. Ninety-nine percent of the purpose of buying medicine yesterday was to commit suicide, but he didn't know what the reason changed.

However, he was only surprised for a moment and soon returned to his original state.

There are people who fall to death on the black streets, and those who rise up overnight.

"Buy medicine?" the owner asked.

"No, please see what's wrong with it." Fang Zhao handed the dog he was holding to the owner.

The owner leaned back with disgust, "I'm not a veterinarian."

Fang Zhao didn't say anything else, just asked, "Can you see it?" There are no veterinarians nearby, there are few clinics, and the charges are expensive, but in my memory, the original owner had seen the shop owner treat a bird.

"...I'll try." The shop owner said. Anyway, it's okay to be idle. If you don't do the business you deliver to your door, you'll have nothing to do. If you have less money, you can make money.

There are all instruments and equipment, and the more complicated shop owners cannot check it, but some basic inspections can still be done.

Fang Zhao paid attention to the instruments that the shop owner had fiddled with. Combined with some pictures in his memory, technology has indeed developed a lot. The bulky instruments have become lightweight, the single functions have become diversified, and the operation has developed to a fool-like manner. Even an ordinary person without a medical foundation can use these instruments to do a small examination for himself, let alone a professional doctor?

About two minutes later, the owner concluded, "No big problem, malnutrition, hungry, it will be better if you eat enough."

People who have passed by the new century prefer large dogs. In the end of the world, some dogs become enemies of humans; some are trained by humans to become alert dogs and fight in concert. When all electronic tools cannot function, they are a great help. Some cities have statues of dogs in the century monument to commemorate their contribution to the world war in that era. Fang Zhao also raised them in his former team.

There is another part of it, the wild dogs that are neither crazy nor selected as training dogs. They hide in the end of the world and survive very few.

I don’t know if it was the descendants of those meritorious dogs or the very few surviving wild dogs. However, judging from the appearance and color of this hair, even the descendants of meritorious dogs are still failed. There is no value to raise. The owner made the dog a "no money" stamp in his heart.

The owner looked at Fang Zhao again. He felt that he could not even raise a worthless dog when he saw Fang Zhao was like yesterday.

"This dog... do you want to raise it?" asked the owner.

Fang Zhao looked at the dog, but he didn't know if the dog understood it. He saw Fang Zhao look over and shook his tail.

"Carry it." Fang Zhao said. The first living creature he saw when he woke up was also fate. Although he was short of money now, Fang Zhao was confident that he would get better soon. He could not have lived on the little money left by his original owner.

The owner no longer said anything. What choice is someone else's business. He just took the money to do things and pointed at the dog and said, "It's all tied with knots. I don't know how long it has been waking outside, and it can't be washed clean. It's a waste of time and money. It's better to just shave it."

"Then shaved, how much does it cost?"

"Check you for fifty, and you will have to shave a hundred hairs. However, seeing that you don't have much money now, you can shave fifty, and you will have to shave a hundred. "The owner said. He is not charging randomly, but the market is like this. As for why he is willing to give a discount... Everyone who can get up from despair will have a future path, no one can tell. There are not many examples of this on the black street, but he has encountered it several times. It's just a good deal for him. It's a good deal for him. Even if the other party seeks death in the future, he won't lose the price.

It cost ten yuan to eat for himself, and one hundred yuan to pay for the dog. What about looking for punishment? Fang Zhao shook his head secretly. However, today he was reborn, happy and willful. As for whether the dog stays or runs by himself in the future, let it go.

After Fang Zhao transferred the money, he heard from the shop owner that it would take an hour to handle it. He left the dog there first, intending to go out for a walk and learn more about the world. Only after understanding can he start the next thing.

After leaving the pharmacy, Fang Zhao took the elevator to the 50th floor, and then walked along the passage inside the 50th floor, all the way to the end of the passage. There was a prominent platform there, a station, where people were waiting for the car.

The front, like a vein, the highway like a spider-web-like road extending from the edges of various high buildings, shocked Fang Zhao very much, and the pictures in his memory were far less profound than what he saw with his own eyes.

Five hundred years have passed.

The end of the world has ended for five hundred years.

The prompt sound of the train entering the station sounded, and the nearly 100-meter-long train used as an ordinary bus slowed down and approached. Fang Zhao used his bracelet to scan the scanning area on the door of the nearest carriage with a bracelet, and entered the car and found a seat by the window to sit down.

It is two o'clock in the afternoon, and there are not many people taking the bus at this time, and there are no people going to work or school, and there are many empty seats on the bus.

The tall buildings quickly retreated with the train.

There are all Tongjian buildings nearby, one by one, and there are not many gaps left, otherwise there would not be so many black streets. But when the train drove out of this area, the vision suddenly became wide, and the sunlight was projected in from outside the window. On the tall buildings in the distance, figures flashed on the huge light curtains.

Celebrities, advertising, promotion...

With the rapid development of technology and entertainment, everything has been updated again after the end of the world, and Fangzhao cannot find any traces of the end of the world and before the end of the world.

"Look, it's Mi Yu!"

"beautiful!"

"My idol! The bracelet she endorsed has been sold out, and I can't order it online..."

"I heard that Mi Yu is going to hold a concert. Have you bought tickets? The online ticket prices are crazy!"

Fang Zhao listened to the discussions of several young girls in the front row, and looked at the huge light curtain on the high building in the distance through the car window. On the light curtain, a nearly perfect young woman was shining with dazzling brilliance, and her every frown and smile released an irresistible charm. There was no flaw on her beautiful face, and her plump figure showed infinite temptation. When she met those eyes that seemed to be discharged with a smile, her heartbeat missed.

He is indeed a beauty, and Fang Zhao also agrees with this. In the end of the world, everyone was busy living. No matter men or women, no one spent time paying attention to the glamorous appearance, and he could not see such a gorgeous scenery at all.

However, Fang Zhao looked at the woman with a charming smile on the light curtain of the high building, and felt a strange feeling at first glance. Soon the memories in his brain told Fang Zhao the reason.

That's not a real person.

Fang Zhao stared at the away light curtain and then retracted his gaze after he could not see it at all.

"Virtual Idol."

The product of the perfect combination of technology and art.

The so-called virtual idol is not a real and touchable living person, but a work created by technology and artificially created.

Virtual idols were born in the virtual world, just like real humans. They were once popular. They once squeezed superstars of the same period from the altar, once overwhelmed the real idol stars and even almost forced the real idols to withdraw from the stage of history. Although real idols are now glorious again, the influence of virtual idols is still not underestimated, which is a product recognized by the world.
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