Mo Lang couldn't believe it, but he didn't want to look at people in the bad direction. Fang Zhao's previous creation of "The Destruction of the World" is still very good.

"What is Fang Zhao's background? Do you have any special experiences?" Mo Lang asked one of the assistants.

The assistant was responsible for helping Mo Lang sort out various information on weekdays.

When he heard Mo Lang's question, the assistant immediately replied: "Fang Zhao is not old, but he does have more special experiences than others."

"Oh?" Mo Lang was really curious this time.

He usually doesn't care about things outside the scope of art. Before, Fang Zhao only checked the composition and didn't care about other things at all. But now, Fang Zhao has too many doubts here.

The assistant had helped Mo Lang sort out Fang Zhao's information before, so he answered quickly now. After Fang Zhao graduated, he debuted with "A Hundred Years of Destruction", to making a big splash in the game, and then making meritorious service, etc., the more important things that have happened, I will briefly tell Mo Lang that they have all reported by the media.

Mo Lang's face changed, surprised, sighed, and was dissatisfied, "He's still going to act?"

"Yes, according to the information found, he is a historical consultant for "Genesis Yanzhou" and was invited by the music team. Later, he competed for the role of "Fang Zhao". He has a strong role and often films on the set."

"No wonder he only submitted this manuscript once!" Mo Lang disagreed with composers acting in film and television dramas. Wouldn't it be better to focus more on creation?

However, Fang Zhao is understandable.

Even if Mo Lang is not an actor and has not watched the drama, he knows how difficult it is! But Fang Zhao won the other powerful veteran actors and fought for this role. He has not changed people yet, so he can know that there is no problem with his acting skills.

"so……"

Mo Lang looked at the manuscript in his hand and whispered softly.

"If this kid is too immersed in the role, he may not be able to make such a work... If he is really like this... it is such an amazing talent!"

After hearing these experiences of Fang Zhao, Mo Lang believed that Fang Zhao had independently created this work.

Thinking of something, Mo Lang suddenly got up and returned to the work room, adjusted the document of the play, and turned to the time point of the story marked on Fang Zhao's manuscript.

"Yanzhou Chapter...Season 9...Ah, here! Why did you vote here?"

Qu Buli, nor sad. It is different from other people's styles, but there is an extra...

Mo Lang's lips shook several times, and suddenly slapped the table excitedly: "Yes! That's it!"

The four assistants standing outside were trembling with hearts and thought to say: Be careful! Be calm, don’t be too excited!

After all, he is old and hastily. The four assistants are particularly worried about Mr. Mo's physical condition. Once this person is engaged, he will not care about anything. Especially after retirement, it is common for him to forget to eat and sleep, and he has also fainted from hunger for creation. Now, here, the four assistants are also taking turns to guard him, for fear that if he is not careful, he will be unconscious.

Mo Lang was still inside, not knowing what to say in a low voice. The four assistants couldn't hear it clearly, but when Mo Lang was so excited that his hands were trembling, his old face was even more glorious.

After being with Mr. Mo for so long, they don’t remember the last time Mr. Mo was so excited, but now, he is so excited because of a manuscript of Fang Zhaotou’s music score.

Mo Lang took a deep breath and said to the assistant: "Notify Fang Zhao and let him come to my place!"

After saying that, Mo Lang flipped through the address book and called the director of the crew, Roman.

Roman has been in a state of great anxiety these two days. The more he went back, not to mention the pressure from the actors, he was busy like a top all day long, and he wanted to divide one person into two people. His dark circles became much stronger, and his temper was even more irritable than before, and he had a dark face all day long.

At this time, Roman was training people. A big-name actor secretly drank some wine yesterday, and today he added a shooting task. His mental state could not keep up and made frequent mistakes. He happened to be caught by Roman and hit the gun.

While he was in a fit, Roman heard his portable phone ringing. The phone equipped inside the field was still a call from someone who had to answer.

He took out the phone from his pocket and saw that Roman's angry expression slightly calmed down. He walked to the tea room on the side to answer, and his tone became respectful: "Old Mo? What? You asked Fang Zhao?"

Roman thought that Mr. Mo called to talk about the soundtrack of a certain scene, but he didn't expect to ask Fang Zhao.

"Yes, that kid is still filming... Recently? He has been much less scenes recently, but I heard that the pressure is not small and he is too deeply immersed in the role. Oh, you don't know that the actors in the crew are like this. No one can get up easily at this time... But his physical condition is OK. He can go out to run and make sandbags with eight lunch boxes... Yes, his scenes will be in Season 9... Yes! That kid is indeed a genius! An extraordinary genius! I discovered it!"

The rest of the crew could only see Roman's movements and expressions through the glass window, and could not hear his words. Many people also saw Roman's face, which was gradually smiling.

"It's amazing. The King of Hell is so kind today. I smile so happily. Who are you talking to?" Someone said to the person next to me in a low voice.

The actor who was trained just now breathed a sigh of relief. Today, he passed the level and Roman was in a good mood and would not continue to train people.

In the tea room, Roman answered Mo Lang's question. Although Mo Lang did not ask Fang Zhao what the reason was, Roman could hear that Mo Lang was optimistic about Fang Zhao.

Fang Zhao is under great pressure now and is deeply involved in the show. He eats eight lunch boxes at a meal. These are all told by Roman who heard the crew. As for whether it is true or not, he didn't go to verify it, and he didn't have that time at all. Now Mo Lang asked, and he just said it casually.

Mo Lang didn't ask too much, and then hung up after saying a few more words.

Roman recalled Mo Lang's tone on the phone just now and couldn't help laughing. Fang Zhao was really capable of getting praise from Mo Lang, the top artist!

"How come my eyes look so amazing!"

On the other hand, Fang Zhao quickly went upstairs after receiving the notification from Mo Lang's assistant. This time he was not blocked outside and was directly taken in by his assistant.

"Mr. Mo, are you looking for me?" Fang Zhao saw Mo Lang holding his musical manuscript in his hand, and then observed Mo Lang's facial expression, and had a guess in his heart.

Mo Lang heard the sound and moved his attention away from the manuscript. He just passed the music score on the manuscript in his mind. Even though he guessed that Fang Zhao had made it too deep, it was too difficult to create such a work! This is no longer something that ordinary genius can describe!

"Fang Zhao!" Mo Lang raised his hand and shook the musical draft in his hand. His eyes suddenly became sharp and he asked almost word by word, "Is this what you created by yourself? It was done independently?"

"Yes, I did it independently." Fang Zhao did not avoid Mo Lang's sight.

"very good!"

Mo Lang looked at Fang Zhao, as if he had seen a rare treasure.

"Come here, sit down, I have a few questions to ask you."

From the creative concept, to the starting technique, to the emotional subject of the work, Mo Lang asked. The more Fang Zhao said, the more he believed that this was indeed Fang Zhao's own work. He could still see whether it was original or not.

What surprised Mo Lang was that Fang Zhao's creative philosophy in this work was to a certain extent consistent with his creative background music!

It is rare to meet someone with the same ideas. Mo Lang is very happy. When he encountered a bottleneck in his creation before, he also went to some old friends to discuss it. Unfortunately, everyone has different ideas and becomes more annoyed the more they discuss. As they talk, they argue.

This time, for the ten-minute soundtrack of the heavyweight drama, he was so worried that his beard was almost pulled away. Today, he was inspired by Fang Zhao's music score manuscripts and got a lot of inspiration from the discussion with Fang Zhao!

This feeling of sudden enlightenment is beyond the reach of others.

For Mo Lang, this kind of inspiration is unmeasurable. As an elder, Mo Lang feels that he has to express something. One thing goes one thing, submission is submission, inspiration is inspiration. If Fang Zhao helps him, he will be rewarded.

Mo Lang cannot open the convenient door in business, this is a matter of principle, but others cannot control it in private matters.

After the conversation, Mo Lang pulled Fang Zhao out.

The four assistants discovered that Mo Lang had been gloomy for many days, and now he smiled as if he had seen his grandson... No, when Mr. Mo saw his grandson, he couldn't smile so kindly!

The four assistants looked at Fang Zhao curiously and thought in their hearts, how could Fang Zhao make Mr. Mo so happy?

Mo Lang didn't pay attention to the assistant's expression, pulled Fang Zhao out, walked to a cabinet, and said to one of the assistants: "Open it, I remember that there are still a lot of things I sent last time."

The assistant in charge of the "warehouse" was stunned and said, "Oh, yes, there are still many more." He said that and went to open the cabinet door of the collection cabinet.

The cabinet contains special supplies, tea, wine, and some foods with high medicinal value. They were sent by several major investors from government departments and crew. This is the treatment enjoyed by artists of Mo Lang. In short, they are all special supplies.

Mo Lang took out three boxes from it and stuffed them to Fang Zhao.

Fang Zhao didn't answer and was about to say something, Mo Lang lowered his face: "Hold it!"

Fang Zhao didn't know how to refuse anymore, so he reached out to take one of the boxes, "Thank you, Mr. Mo, this box is enough."

"Just this box of small biscuits? How enough! Hold them all, hold them all! I didn't eat much. You were just growing up. I heard that you couldn't eat enough for eight lunch boxes in the crew? Alas, eating those can't be enough. You have to compose music when filming. Hold this box of tea to clear heat and refresh your energy."

Fang Zhao: "..." When did I eat eight lunch boxes? Who did you hear?

Mo Lang took out a box from the cabinet and continued to stuff it, "If you drink some wine, you may find more inspiration, and I usually drink it."

Fang Zhao quickly said: "The crew has regulations that no drinking is allowed during filming."

"It's okay, the degree is low and the amount is not large. It seems that it is a wine made from some medicine. Anyway, drinking it appropriately is good for the body."

While speaking, Mo Lang stuffed another box of food to replenish energy.

"Eat, take all these back and eat them quickly. They are all for strengthening the body and have no side effects! People have limited energy and you are still young. You are just when you grow up. Eat more. Next time you come here, you must be in good spirits! I have asked you directors. You don't have much scenes now, but you are under great pressure. Don't be tired. Come here to discuss with a depressed person. "Mo Lang doesn't want to discuss music with a depressed person.

The assistant in charge of the "warehouse" next to him looked at the boxes and handed them over, and his face was so distressed that he couldn't stop him. The things were all from Mo Lang, and no one could tell who he would give to whom he would give.

When Fang Zhao came out of it, he was carrying a large bag of small bags in his hand.

The assistant in charge of the reception smiled, and this time he was more sincere: "You can accept the gifts given by Mr. Mo with peace of mind, and don't reply to the gifts. Mr. Mo doesn't accept the gifts. If you really want to give them back, just create more. Mr. Mo is only interested in musical works, and he doesn't value the materials at all."

Fang Zhao was actually very moved. Of course he could see the preciousness of these special offerings. Mo Lang only had art in his eyes. Now he gave so many things, just because Mo Lang got inspired by the music he submitted and the conversation with Fang Zhao.

In Mo Lang's opinion, the inspiration and inspiration I got from Fang Zhao is much more valuable than the things I gave it out!

In fact, when answering creative questions, Fang Zhao did not tell all the facts. Some things could not be said, and he only chose some of them to say. Coincidentally, this part of the viewpoint is consistent with Mo Lang's concept of the final background of the creation drama.

At the same time, Fang Zhao also had some understanding of the ten-minute soundtrack at the end of the show through his communication with Mo Lang.

Thinking about the emotional direction of the ten-minute soundtrack at the end of the show, the elevator had already arrived at the first floor, Fang Zhao walked out, walked through the hall, and headed towards the gate. It was getting late, it was dark outside, and he could still take the last few buses back to the dormitory.

Because it was too late, the lobby on the first floor of the Music Center was empty and there was no one else now.

While Fang Zhao was walking towards the gate, a group of people came out of the elevator on the other passage. These people were members of the band who had just completed the rehearsal.

Seeing Fang Zhao holding a large bag in his hand, the team was having aroused chatting, and it suddenly became quiet.

His eyes were like searchlights, staring at the things Fang Zhao was carrying, as if he had seen something incredible.

Fang Zhao nodded slightly to the other side, and then walked out of the gate of the music center in this strange silence.

After Fang summoned him out, the silent team started to talk.

"That...is a special offer?"

"Look at that packaging box, the special supplies are correct, they are still high-end ones! Our old team leader also has them, and it was given to him by the old team leader's teacher."

"As far as I know, only people of the level of Mo and others can enjoy this kind of special offering."
To be continued...