I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior

Two million a song.

What is that concept?

Chen Feng is simply unheard-of.

A stable music creator, unless it encounters the bottleneck period when inspiration is exhausted, the general creative cycle is an average of two songs per month.

That can earn 4 million a month, or 48 million a year.

Rounded to the nearest 100 million!

By this time, Chen Feng can be regarded as a more profound experience of Lu Wei introduced Ou Junlang and his good intentions.

This buddy is not so stupid about money.

Chen Feng saw Ou Junlang's expressions all changed.

This is a super fool who came to the door. If he consciously let it go, he would be stupid than the other party.

Ou Junlang is not bad money anyway. For him, two million and one million are nothing more than two hundred and one hundred for an equivalent to ordinary person. It doesn't hurt or itchy.

As long as the song is sold to him, even if it gives him enough face, it is also considered to help him chase his dream, and the favor is still sold.

This wave is very stable.

At this moment, Chen Feng's phone rang, and it turned out that Chen Li asked him to talk about buying songs.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng said that we will come back to talk about our affairs, and I will go up and discuss with Chen Li first.

Ou Junlang quit right away and had to go upstairs with him.

While walking, he also wrapped Chen Feng, "Teacher Chen, don't do this, I'll come first, and you can write to me first."

Chen Feng said mercilessly:" That's really sorry. It must be Chen Lixian. I made it last month."

"That's it. That's a shame." Ou Junlang scratched his head, "Then I can jump in the queue if I add more money?"

Chen Feng slipped and almost fell.

He straightened his face and said, "No."

"Okay." Ou Junlang said disappointedly.

Up to the second floor, Chen Li and her agent have prepared a contract for a long time.

Others are also here.

There is not a strong commercial atmosphere in the room, it is very easy-going, after all, all of you are friends.

"Teacher Chen, are you here?"

Chen Li's agent greeted enthusiastically, "Sit here."

Chen Feng is in Chen Li Sit down next to him, "You are polite."

"That...Teacher Chen, you are so unkind." Chen Li smiled and poked Chen Feng's shoulder lightly.

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

Chen Feng is more attuned to her attitude, "Sister Chen Li, I don’t understand what you said, but are you telling me why I’m not kind?"

Chen Li’s nose is light. He hummed lightly, "Obviously I was the first to buy your song. You have given others three songs. I still have no capital. Even if the price I offered at first is lower, then you will give me a bonus. Chances for money!"

Chen Feng was really a bit sorry by her words, and he repeatedly accused him of crimes.

"Actually, I really didn’t think so much at the time. Price was not the main factor I considered. My main criterion for selling songs is whether it’s appropriate or not. These three capitals are not tailor-made for you, not special. Appropriate. Do you think I am looking for you?"

Chen Li just let him go.

"Well, for the sake of your sincere apology, I will leave the blame for the past. I can't release my pigeons this time. The contract is here. You sign it quickly. Your next song must be given to me. I don't take advantage of you in terms of price, one million! How about it?"

Chen Li showed sincerity straight to the point.

Don't look at her tone of voice, but in fact, she is a little nervous and pays attention to Chen Feng's attitude.

This price is the highest authority the company has given her to collect songs. No matter how high it is, she can't do it herself.

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

This dear man just said that he would double the price to collect the song. When he heard that it was as high as one million, he would get two million, and he didn't know how he would react.

Ou Junlang looks as usual, very calm.

Chen Feng is secretly happy.

Ou Shao deserves to be Ou Shao, she really doesn't feel at all about one million or two million!

"Teacher Chen, you are showing your attitude."

Seeing that he keeps silent, Chen Li urged nervously.

"Oh oh oh! I just recalled your masterpiece Chen Li and analyzed your style."

Chen Feng opened his eyes and started talking nonsense.

"Really? Do you have some ideas?"

Not only Chen Li, but several others have also been appetizing.

Chen Feng wants to sell three songs at a time, so it's better to be more unrestrained.

Anyway, I am almost arrogant today, so there is no need to deliberately keep a low profile.

"Well, some feeling."

"This is very good!"

Chen Li applauded and exclaimed.

It’s better to hit the sun if you choose a day, Chen Feng breathes deeply, pretending to be a burst of inspiration, "Thank you, take the pen and paper, and I will write the first song for you."

"The first one?"

"Yes! I'm a bit inspired right now, and I can write three of them in one go. It just so happens, and I apologize for not selling you the first three. You When the time comes, pick one, if you like it all, then sell it to you. If you don’t want it, I will think about it and sell it to others."

Everyone was amazed," Three poems?"

Chen Feng looked serious, "Yes, three poems."

Even Zhong Lei, who knows his talents very well, still knows how to do it at this time. I'm not sure if he is joking.

Song writing is not writing essays. The inspiration that can be easily drawn is often only a certain melody.

A complete song, rhythm and lyrics need to pay attention to back and forth, almost no one can do it overnight.

Even if I can barely achieve it with a burst of inspiration, I still have to keep fine-tuning afterwards.

When the tune is not adjustable, the song is considered to be formed.

Perhaps since ancient times, only the kind of Grandmaster Level characters who really collect Great Accomplishment can first complete the desk in the heart and then draw the pen.

But the kung fu just seems simple, and how many have accumulated knowledge and deliver it slowly behind it, and no one knows how much intensive farming.

Although Chen Feng is brimming over with talent, he opens his mouth three at a time, which is too shocking.

Everyone neither believes nor denies him.

Chen Feng was too lazy to explain to everyone, and when he got the pen and paper, he started to write at the desk.

Lines of handwriting are pouring in a simple notebook.

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

Several heads leaned behind him, their faces touched their faces, their eyelids were next to them.

Everyone dare not speak out, they only dare to read the lyrics silently in the heart.

After the current six lines of lyrics came out, everyone was left with shock.

Extremely smooth, extremely beautiful rhythm, infinitely perfect rhythm and emotion, it is more meaningful.

This is indeed a popular song that perfectly fits Chen Li's style!

Not only Chen Li feels this way, but Zhong Lei and Lu Wei also fell in love with these lyrics at a glance.

Everyone looked at Chen Feng, who was expressionless and focused on writing. He no longer knew what language to use to describe his feelings.

Ten minutes later, Chen Feng gave him a stop.

"It's finished."

Chen Li's mouth is only three inches from Chen Feng's ears. She completely forgot the truth about men and women should not touch hands when they give or receive things .

She asked: "What about the composition."

Chen Feng said casually: "I have also thought of the complete score. But time is tight, I will simply sing to you first. Let’s take a paragraph. After you listen to it, think about whether you like it or not, and talk about it later on the score. After all, you have to hurry up. Before the inspiration disappears, I'd better write the other two as well."

Everyone was speechless.

You are serious!

Since I have done it, I have no scruples and never look back.

Chen Feng didn't care about his bad singing skills and mediocre voice, so he sang in front of a few big music players.

I don’t deny that he sings very averagely, basically only sings the tune accurately.

But everyone present will make up their own brains, substituting their own voice lines into the rhythm of this new song, and a strong intracranial impact arises spontaneously.

Ou Junlang is the only man present besides Chen Feng. Because of his size and gender, it is inconvenient for him to get behind Chen Feng to squeeze with everyone, so he can only watch from the opposite side.

But the way he looked at Chen Feng at this time was no longer the ordinary worship he had before.

He is simply watching a Divine Immortal!

My mom!

Absolutely!

One hour passed...

During this period, Lu Wei went out for a while.

Although he is very reluctant, as the host, Lu Wei has to greet him and send him away, otherwise he will lose his courtesy.

But after sending the people away, she didn't dare to stay outside any longer, and trot all the way upstairs back.

She happened to hear Chen Feng sing the final song of the last song, and then Chen Li chanted.

"Teacher Chen, I want! I want all three! I want them all!"

Lu Wei's hand pushing the door slightly paused.

There was a feeling of loss in her heart.

She has to admit that she has always created herself independently. In this brief moment, she started to be jealous of Chen Li's good fortune.

However, if you miss it, you miss it.

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

Seeing everyone being shaken by himself, Chen Feng was very satisfied.

Since Chen Li has asked for everything, then the three million will be handed.

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

He looked at Zhong Lei again.

He even snatched her three songs in front of her, not knowing if she would suffer internal injuries.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Zhong Lei yelled.

Chen Feng gave a chuckle in his heart, and cried out that he was going to suffer.

But then Zhong Lei ignored him and just turned his head and looked towards Lu Wei at the door.

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

Lu Wei nodded, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Zhong Lei ran away In the past, "Thank you for taking me there, Chen Feng these three songs have given me too much impact. I am now... I want to write a song that really belongs to me right away! I was too far-sighted before. Now, I should believe in myself more, I should be like Chen Feng, as long as I have inspiration, I will write it right away!"

Chen Feng glared.

You are afraid of being a monster!

What about internal injuries?

Why did you burst into inspiration?

I can't surrender you if I copy you like this?