I Really Didn't Want to Be the Savior

Chapter 58

Zhong Lei is in this state. It seems that no one can stop her.

Lu Wei called a servant and asked the servant to take Zhong Lei to the singing room.

Luwei also deliberately told the servant to take out her valuable best guitar.

As for the piano, there is no need to prepare deliberately. The singing room is the top Steinway worth more than one million.

At this time, Lu Wei should go to a simple fitness, then wash and go to bed.

But she is still reluctant to leave today. She also wants to see how many surprises Chen Feng will give today.

So far, Chen Feng has produced five new songs at her birthday party.

Each song is of excellent quality, can be called a classic, and can go through the baptism of time without becoming outdated.

If you want to change to someone else's head, you only need to write one of them, which will be enough to eat for a lifetime.

But Chen Feng took it all out in one breath, like Chinese cabbage.

Another audience with poor tasting ability may gradually feel numb because of too many classics in a short time, and then think that these songs are not good.

To digest such a huge amount of information and the charm of classics, ordinary people can understand why classics are called classics only after repeated taste, forgetting, remembering and listening again.

But today, even the most unreliable ou Junlang has worked hard on music.

It was because they knew what they were doing that they were even more shocked.

Chen Li's agent called the big boss behind the scenes to report and prepare to change the contract.

One side of Ou Junlang was too sour, "brother, where's mine! Where's mine! I'm calling you brother. Give me a hand! I really don't want to go back to run the company. My father is just fooling around."

Lu Wei said with a smile: "Oh, young ou, if you want your father to hear this, I'm afraid you have to smoke your board. You graduated from rattan school in international trade and economics. You said you also got an MBA Certificate, right? How can it not be that material."

Ou Junlang didn't have a good way: "let him smoke. I used some tricks to coax the old man to be happy. Everyone has their own aspirations. I lived for the satisfaction of others in the first half of my life. I want to be myself in the second half of my life."

Chen Feng asked in surprise, "can the certificates of rattan school be mixed?"

Ou Junlang said, "of course, it's just the difference between more money and less money."

Chen Feng said he was convinced that he could not understand the world of the rich.

"Well, you're a cow."

"Don't talk about me, just talk about the song. Brother, please, give me a whole song!"

Ou Junlang has no bearing that the second generation of a powerful family should have. He swings around Chen Feng's hand.

Chen Feng gave him a tongue twister and a shake up offensive.

His heart is crossed. Anyway, it's already like this today. He just doesn't do it and doesn't stop. He'll make all the money he should make.

"OK! I'll write it for you! I'll write it for you now!"

He patted the table and said so.

"Ah? Really? Well... Brother Feng, you haven't heard my song yet. You can know what style I'm suitable for by looking at my face?"

What Chen Feng thinks in his heart is that I don't care what style you have!

There are only three Liang Yuan songs in my mind!

But his conscience has become so ignorant, and there is no such thing as immorality.

He smiled kindly. "It's exaggerated and not so terrible, but I've heard you talk so much. The characteristics of your voice have formed a complete framework in my mind and can write songs for you."

Ou Junlang sighed, "is that so? It's great, my brother!"

He Jiaqi next to him smacked his tongue, "there is a big difference between speech and singing. You see, I'm usually like this. Who can think that what I'm good at is rock and roll."

Chen Feng grinned, "I can only say that this is a feeling. If you want to ask me what my basis is, I can't say. Well, I'll start writing now. It's still the old rule. After I write it out, Ou Shao, listen first and decide whether or not."

Chen Feng deliberately didn't mention the price. Ou pangzi should understand.

"Yes! Of course I do!"

Ou Junlang said firmly.

This time, Chen Feng's speed was much higher than before. It took less than 40 minutes. Three songs came out and only sang them once.

Liang Yuan is a singer with some literary and artistic models. His core representative works are basically ballads.

Liang Yuan's classic songs are not as many as Zhong Lei's. The three songs carefully selected by Chen Feng are not inferior to Zhong Lei's representative works in quality in a sense.

After all, Liang Yuan established his position in the Jianghu thousands of years ago by relying on these ballads.

"Ballad? Originally, is ballad the most suitable for me?"

With a lyric book in hand, ou Junlang was stunned. Some didn't believe it.

Chen Feng nodded. "I'm afraid you have to make a complete song yourself to know the specific effect. Now you can simply hum. But I'm sure that if you want to make a breakthrough on the singer's road, you are really the best for these three ballads."

Ou Junlang really tried to hum a few words.

Don't mention it. Although his appearance is really bad, he sings songs. The sound line is very magnetic, which is especially suitable for this kind of literary and artistic style.

He is bent on becoming a singer. He is not simply hot headed. He has some talent, which is much stronger than Chen Feng.

After ou Junlang sang, Wu asked Luwei with some self-confidence, "sister Weiwei, how do you feel?"

Looking at Chen Feng's face, Lu Wei, who was in a daze, suddenly turned back and opened, "ah! Very good! Very good!"

"Really?"

"Absolutely true!"

In fact, Lu Wei thinks so. She can't judge whether Liang Yuan is really suitable for ballads.

Perhaps the fundamental reason is that the quality of the song itself is too good. Even if it is sung by a mediocre singer, it can achieve unexpected results.

However, Lu Wei didn't want to attack ou Junlang's confidence at this time. She hoped Chen Feng could make this big business.

"Song, of course, is impeccable. I look at you again, Mr. Chen."

Lu Wei picked up the book, savored it carefully, and said so.

She had always thought that Chen Feng could only write female songs, but after these three songs came out, she felt that her judgment was wrong.

The names of these three songs are "bud in the heart", "lonely love corridor bridge" and "wind and flying flowers".

Just look at the title of the song, you will feel a little Niang.

But the lyrics inside are not the same as the charm hummed by Chen Feng.

With only a little picture in mind, you can imagine a man with profound vicissitudes of life, watching the perfect woman in his heart.

Everything seems very harmonious, which further proves Chen Feng's talent.

But Luwei couldn't help thinking of Zhong Lei, who was writing in her own song practice room, and carefully pondered the lyrics. Her keen intuition told her that these three songs were the confession letters written by Chen Feng to Zhong Lei.

At this moment, Luwei was lost.

Chen Feng gradually shrouded a thick fog in her eyes, which made her unable to understand.

God, see you.

Although Chen Feng knew that Liang Yuan, an old player, had indeed crossed the age gap of nine years and chased Zhong Lei after becoming famous, he really didn't figure it out. These three peak works of Liang Yuan's life were the inspiration of Liang Yuan's love and the love song given to Zhong Lei.

But another Lu Wei, who has achieved the same high level of success, gave us the details.

It can only be said that low artistic taste kills people.

Lu Wei here gave ou Junlang confidence and deserved to be an authentic God trench. Ou Shao immediately said that he bought these three songs!

Two million per song!

Chen Feng pretended to shirk, ou Junlang was steadfast, and soon reached a consensus.

Ou Junlang's high attitude made Chen Li a little embarrassed.

However, ou Junlang is very good at being a man and explains the reason why he doubled his offer.

He concluded, "sister Chen Li, I really don't mean to compete with you. You don't know my current situation. I really need these three songs. Brother Feng, this is saving my life. Half of my price is thanks to brother Feng for saving my life!"

Therefore, Chen Feng signed a contract with Chen Li and Ou Junlang on the spot. One person had three songs, and the child was not deceived.

However, due to the large amount involved, Chen Li can't let the brokerage company transfer money until tomorrow.

Ou Junlang was very straightforward. He touched his mobile phone on the spot and made a crash. The transfer was successful.

Chen Feng's expression was calm, but his heart beat two hundred times in the dark.

Six million!

If I hadn't been in this circle and seen the god man, I really didn't know that mobile phone transfer could be so large?

I learned.

Chen Feng's account arrived quickly. Only a few seconds later, a text message rang.

Ou Junlang patted on the forehead, "terrible!"

Chen Feng was startled, "what's the matter?"

"Forgot to pay taxes."

Chen Feng: "er..."

"It's all right. Tomorrow I'll ask my company's finance department to sign a supplementary contract with brother Feng. I'll withhold the tax here. This is the after tax price!"

Chen Feng continued to calm down, but he just wanted to swallow his tongue.

Strange, how does this fat man's big cake face look more and more pleasing to the eye?

After all this, it was past ten at night.

After asking Zhong Lei, it seems that she doesn't intend to sleep tonight. Lai refuses to leave in caiweilu.

Lu Wei won't drive her either. She just smiles to reassure Chen Feng that she will take good care of people.

Chen Feng was preparing to take a taxi back by himself. Ou Junlang rushed out from behind him. "Master, how can you take a taxi! Take this disciple's car! Go!"

Only one night, ou Junlang's title to Chen Feng changed from teacher Chen to brother Feng, and now it has been directly upgraded to master.

Chen Feng felt goose bumps all over. "Don't fix these moths. I'm younger than you!"

Ou Junlang waved his hand boldly, "the one who reaches is the first! The one who can live in it! Master, you have the ability and saved half of my life. That's my master! You have to take my car tonight!"

With that, he pushed Chen Feng into the back seat of maiteng next to him.

Before Chen Feng asked, ou Junlang turned back from the co pilot and said wrongfully, "master, don't think my car is rotten. I can't help it. The old man is not happy that I sing and won't let me drive his luxury car. It's very heartbreaking."

"No, I have no right to dislike it. I don't have a car yet."

"Master, are you implying that I buy you a car?"

"No! No!"

Maiteng was far away in the night.

At the corner, a Toyota Land patrol started quietly and followed up.

Ou Junlang, the co pilot, turned his head and looked in the rearview mirror and found the land patrol following him.

A strange sneer appeared on his chubby face.

Unfortunately, Chen Feng can't see his face at this time. Otherwise, Chen Feng will feel that the fat man looks so stupid and has a lot of eyes.