I Really Didn't Want to Be the Savior

Chapter 57

Two hundred songs.

What's that concept?

Chen Feng has never heard of it.

A stable music creator, unless encountering the bottleneck period of exhaustion of inspiration, the general creation cycle is the output of one or two songs per month on average.

Then you can earn 4 million a month, 48 million a year.

Round to the nearest 100 million!

By this time, Chen Feng had a deeper understanding of Lu Wei's good intentions to introduce ou Junlang to him.

This guy is not ordinary. How stupid money is.

Chen Feng's eyes at Ou Junlang have changed.

He felt that if he let it go, he would be more stupid than the other party.

Anyway, ou Junlang doesn't need money. For him, two million and one million are equivalent to two hundred and one hundred dollars for ordinary people. It doesn't hurt or itch.

As long as the song is sold to him, even if it gives him enough face, it can be regarded as helping him pursue his dream, and the favor is still sold.

This wave is very stable.

Just then, Chen Feng's phone rang. It was Chen Li who asked him to buy songs.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng said that we'll talk about it later. I'll go up and discuss it with Chen Li first.

Ou Junlang quit immediately and had to go upstairs with him.

While walking, he also pestered Chen Feng. "Don't do this, Miss Chen. I'll come first. You write for me first."

Chen Feng said ruthlessly, "I'm really sorry. It must be Chen Lixian. I said it last month."

"Well, that's a pity." Ou Junlang scratched his head, "can I jump the queue with more money?"

Chen Feng slipped and almost fell.

He frowned, "No."

"OK." Ou Junlang said sadly.

On the second floor, Chen Li and her agent have prepared the contract and have been waiting for a long time.

Others are there.

There was no strong business atmosphere in the room. It was very easy-going. After all, all of you were friends.

"Miss Chen, are you here?"

Chen Li's agent greeted warmly, "sit here."

Chen Feng sat down next to Chen Li, "you're welcome."

"That... Mr. Chen, you are really unkind." Chen Li pinched a smile and gently poked Chen Feng's shoulder.

This is already her most intimate performance with others. She really can't be as unrestrained as those young girls.

On the contrary, Chen Feng was more adapted to her attitude. "Sister Chen Li, I don't understand what you said. What's wrong with me?"

Chen Li snorted, "obviously I'm the first one to buy your song. You've given others three songs. I haven't got one. Even if the price I gave at the beginning is low, you'll give me a chance to increase money!"

Chen Feng was really embarrassed by her words and pleaded guilty again and again.

"In fact, I really didn't think so much at that time. The price is not the main factor I consider. The main standard of selling songs is whether it is appropriate or not. These three capitals are not tailored for you and are not particularly suitable. Don't you think I'll come to you now?"

Chen Li let him go.

"Well, for the sake of your sincere apology, I'll let bygones be bygones. You can't stand me up this time. The contract is right here. You sign it quickly. Your next song must be given to me. I won't take advantage of you in terms of price. How about a million?"

Chen Li came straight to the point and showed sincerity.

Although her tone is very set, in fact, she is still slightly nervous and pays attention to Chen Feng's attitude.

This price is the highest authority for her to receive songs. No matter how high it is, she can't be the master herself.

As everyone knows, Chen Feng is paying attention to the reaction of Ou Junlang next to him.

This guy just said he wanted to double the price of the song. When he heard that it was as high as one million, he got two million. I don't know how he will react.

Ou Junlang looked as usual, very calm.

Chen Feng was secretly pleased.

Oushao is worthy of oushao. Sure enough, he has no feeling about one million or two million!

"Mr. Chen, you are showing your attitude."

Seeing that he kept silent, Chen Li hurried nervously.

"Oh! I was just recalling sister Chen Li's masterpiece and analyzing your style."

Chen Feng opened his eyes and lied.

"Really? Do you have an idea?"

This is not only Chen Li, but also several others.

Chen Feng thought that he would sell three songs at a time. He might as well be more unrestrained.

Anyway, I'm almost arrogant today, so there's no need to deliberately keep a low profile.

"Well, some feelings."

"That's great!"

Chen Li applauded and exclaimed.

It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. Chen Feng took a deep breath and pretended to be inspired. "Please bring paper and pen. I'll write the first song for you first."

"First song?"

"Yes! I'm a little inspired at the moment. I can write about three songs in one breath. It's just right. I'm sorry I didn't sell you the first three songs. You can choose one at that time. If you like them all, I'll sell them to you. If you don't want them, I'll think about it and sell them to others."

The people were surprised, "three songs?"

Chen Feng looked very serious, "yes, three."

Even Zhong Lei, who knows his talent very well, is not sure if he is joking.

Writing a song is not writing a composition. The inspiration that can come easily can only be a certain melody.

A complete song, rhythm and lyrics need to pay attention to the echo before and after, and almost no one can achieve it overnight.

Even if you can be inspired and do it reluctantly, you still have to carefully adjust your words afterwards.

When the tune is not adjustable, the song is formed.

Perhaps through the ages, only the master level figures who are really great masters can first write a complete desk in their hearts, and then write a pen.

But this Kung Fu just looks simple. No one can tell how much accumulation and meticulous cultivation there is behind it.

Although Chen Feng is brilliant, opening his mouth is three songs at a time, which is too shocking.

And they believed not, nor could they deny him.

Chen Feng was too lazy to explain to the public. When he got the paper and pen, he began to sit at his desk and write quickly.

Lines of writing poured down on a simple notebook.

There is almost no pause in his writing, and it seems that there is no process of thinking at all.

Several heads rested behind him, face to face, eyelids next to eyelids.

People dare not speak, only dare to silently read the lyrics in their hearts.

After the lyrics of the current six lines came out, everyone was only shocked.

Fluent to the extreme, beautiful rhythm to the extreme, rhythm and feelings are infinitely perfect, but also meaningful.

This is really a pop song perfectly in line with Chen Li's style!

Not only does Chen Li think so, but Zhong Lei and Lu Wei also like these lyrics at a glance.

They looked at Chen Feng, who was expressionless and focused on writing. They didn't know what language to use to describe their mood.

Ten minutes later, Chen Feng gave a meal.

"Finished."

Chen Li's mouth is only three inches away from Chen Feng's ears. She completely forgot the truth that men and women don't give and receive.

"What about composition?" she asked

Chen Feng said casually, "I'd like to have a complete score, too. But time is tight. I'll simply sing for you first. After listening, think about whether you like it or not, and then talk about it later. After all, I have to hurry up. I'd better write the other two before the inspiration disappears."

Everyone was speechless.

You're serious!

Now that I have done it, I have no scruples and don't look back.

Regardless of his poor singing skills and mediocre voice, Chen Feng sang in front of several music giants.

There's no denying that he sings in a very ordinary way and basically only sings the tune accurately.

But everyone present will make up their own brain and substitute their voice line into the rhythm of the new song, and a strong intracranial impact will arise spontaneously.

Ou Junlang was the only male present except Chen Feng. Because of his size and gender, it was inconvenient for him to gather behind Chen Feng to fight with the crowd, so he had to look at him from the opposite side.

But at this time, the eyes he looked at Chen Feng were no longer the ordinary worship he had before.

He's looking at a fairy!

My mother!

great!

An hour later

During this period, Luwei went out a little.

Although she was reluctant, Lu Wei, as the host, had to welcome her in and out, or she would lose etiquette.

However, after sending people away, she didn't dare to stay outside more and trotted upstairs all the way back.

She just heard Chen Feng singing the end of the last song, and then Chen Li shouting.

"Miss Chen, I want it! I want all three! I want all!"

Luwei pushed the door with her hand.

A feeling of loss welled up in her heart.

She had to admit that she had always created herself independently. At this moment, she began to envy Chen Li's good luck.

However, missed is missed.

I really want to have a chance to feel the effect of singing Chen Feng's songs with my own voice.

Seeing that the people were shocked by themselves, Chen Feng was very satisfied.

Now that Chen Li has asked for everything, he has got the three million yuan.

The next focus should be the six million in ou Junlang's pocket.

He looked at Zhong Lei again.

And even robbed her three songs in front of her. I don't know if she will suffer internal injury.

"Ah!" suddenly, Zhong Lei shouted.

Chen Feng gave a thump in his heart and secretly shouted that he would be punished.

But then Zhong Lei didn't care about him. She just turned her head and looked at Luwei at the door.

"Sister Lu Wei, do you have a practice room here?"

Luwei nodded, "yes, what's the matter?"

Zhong Lei ran over, "please take me. Chen Feng's three songs have a strong impact on me. I'm now... I want to write a song that really belongs to me! I've been too forward-looking before. I should believe in myself more. I should be like Chen Feng. As long as I have inspiration, I'll write it right away!"

Chen Feng stared fiercely.

You're afraid of being a monster!

What about the agreed internal injury?

Why are you inspired?

I can't subdue you by copying you like this?