I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 58: Money and foreign objects

Zhong Lei was in this state, and it seemed that no one could stop her.

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

Lu Wei also deliberately instructed the servant to take out her expensive and superb guitar.

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

Usually at this time, Lu Wei should go to a simple exercise, then wash up and sleep.

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

Up to now, Chen Feng has come up with five new songs at her birthday party.

Each song is of excellent quality and can be called a classic, which can withstand the baptism of time without going out of style.

To change to someone else's head, you only need to write one of them, which is enough to eat for a lifetime.

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

For a listener with less appreciation ability, they may gradually feel numb because they have been exposed to too many classics in a short period of time, and then think that these songs are not good.

In order to digest such a huge amount of information and the charm of the classics, ordinary people can only understand why the classics are called classics only after they have tasted them repeatedly, experienced forgetting, remembered them again, listened again, and had new feelings.

But today, even the most unreliable Ou Junlang in the audience actually worked **** music.

People are more shocked because they know what to do.

Chen Li's agent called on the spot to report to the big boss behind the company, preparing to change the contract.

Ou Junlang on the side was sour, "Brother, what's mine! What's mine! I've called you brother, give me a hand! I really don't want to go back to manage the company, where am I? My dad is just fooling around."

Lu Wei smiled and said, "Young Master Ou, if you want your father to hear what you said, I'm afraid that you will be beaten. You are also a graduate of Ivy League International Business and Economics. You said that you also got an MBA certificate, right? How is it possible? Not that piece."

Ou Junlang said angrily, "Let him do it. Ivy League school, MBA, I used some tricks to make the old man happy. Everyone has their own aspirations, I spent the first half of my life trying to make the old man happy. When others are satisfied with their lives, I want to be myself for the rest of my life, can't I?"

Chen Feng asked in surprise: "Can I also get an Ivy League school certificate?"

Ou Junlang spread his hands, "Of course you can, it's just the difference between spending more and less."

Chen Feng said that he was convinced. He couldn't understand the world of the rich.

"Okay, count your ass."

"Stop talking about me, let's talk about the song. Brother, I beg you, give me a whole song too!"

Ou Junlang didn't have the bearing that the second generation of a dignified and powerful family should have, and swayed around Chen Feng's hand.

Chen Feng gave him this tongue twister and shaking people offensive.

His heart sank. Anyway, it's already like this today, so he just doesn't do it again and again, and earns all the money he should earn.

"Okay! I'll write it for you! I'll write it for you!"

He clapped the table and said so.

"Ah? Really? That... Brother Feng, you haven't even listened to my songs. You can tell what style I suit by looking at my face?"

What Chen Feng thought was, I don't care what style you have!

I only have the three Liang Yuan songs in my mind!

But his conscience has become like this, and there is no such thing as unscrupulous.

He smiled kindly, "It's exaggerated to say, it's not that scary, but I've listened to you so much, and the characteristics of your voice have formed a complete frame in my mind, which can be written for you. Song."

Ou Junlang sighed: "Is that so! It's amazing my brother!"

He Jiaqi next to him clicked his tongue, "There is a big difference between speaking and singing! Look at me like this, who would have thought that what I am good at would be rock and roll."

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

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

"Yes! Of course I will!"

Ou Junlang said decisively.

This time, Chen Feng's speed was much faster than before. It only took less than 40 minutes to release three songs, and they only sang it once.

Liang Yuan, a singer, is very artistic, and his core masterpieces are basically folk songs.

Liang Yuan's classic songs are not as many as Zhong Lei's. In a sense, the quality of these three songs selected by Chen Feng is not inferior to that of Zhong Lei's representative works.

After all, it was these ballads that Liang Yuan established his status as a thousand years ago.

"Folk? It turns out that I'm most suitable for folk?"

Holding the lyric book in hand, Ou Junlang was stunned and couldn't believe it.

Chen Feng nodded, "The specific effect, I'm afraid you will have to make the complete song yourself to know. You can simply hum it now. But I'm sure, if you want to make a difference in the singer's path Breakthrough, you are indeed the most suitable for these three ballads."

Ou Junlang really tried to hum a few words.

Don't tell me, don't look at his appearance is really bad, when he sings, his voice is very magnetic, which is especially suitable for this kind of literary style.

He wanted to be a singer, not just because his brain was hot, but he had some talent, much stronger than Chen Feng.

After Ou Junlang sang, he asked Lu Wei a little unconfidently, "Sister Weiwei, how do you feel?"

Looking at Chen Feng's face in a daze, Lu Wei snapped back to her senses, "Ah! Very good! Very good!"

"Really?"

"It's true!"

Actually, Lu Wei thinks, she can't judge whether Liang Yuan is really suitable for folk songs.

Perhaps the root cause is that the quality of the song itself is too good, even if it is sung by a mediocre singer, it can still achieve unexpected results.

But Lu Wei didn't want to hurt Ou Junlang's confidence at this time. She hoped that Chen Feng could make this big business.

"Song, of course, is impeccable. I am impressed by you again, Mr. Chen."

Lu Wei picked up the book without hesitation and said so while savoring it.

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

The names of these three songs are "Buds in My Heart", "Lonely Love Covered Bridge" and "Flying Flowers".

Just looking at the title of the song makes me feel a little girly.

But the lyrics inside and the charm of Chen Feng's humming are not mother at all.

With just a little framing in my mind, I can imagine a man with vicissitudes of life, watching the perfect woman in his heart.

Everything looks harmonious, further proof of Chen Feng's talent.

But Lu Wei couldn't help but think of Zhong Lei who was composing in her karaoke room. After carefully pondering the lyrics, her keen intuition told her that these three songs were letters of confession written by Chen Feng to Zhong Lei.

At this moment, Lu Wei was lost.

Chen Feng was gradually shrouded in a thick layer of mist in her eyes, making her unable to understand.

I'm sorry to see you.

Although Chen Feng knew that Liang Yuan had indeed crossed the age gap of nine years after he became famous, and had chased after Zhong Lei, he really didn't figure it out. These three peak works of Liang Yuan's life were exactly what Liang Yuan loved. The inspiration that burst out was a love song for Zhong Lei.

But Lu Wei, who was also very successful, gave the details.

It can only be said that the low quality of art kills people.

Here, Lu Wei gave Ou Junlang confidence, and he deserves to be an authentic god. Shao Ou immediately stated that he bought these three songs!

Two million per song!

Chen Feng pretended to shirk, Ou Junlang was firm, and soon reached a consensus.

Ou Junlang's high profile made Chen Li a little embarrassed next to him.

However, Ou Junlang is very good at being a man, and he explained the reason why he bid twice.

He concluded, "Sister Chen Li, I really don't mean to compare with you. You don't know my current situation, I need these three songs so much, Brother Feng is saving my life. I opened it. Half of the price is thanks to Brother Feng for saving his life!"

As a result, Chen Feng signed a contract with Chen Li and Ou Junlang on the spot, one person and three songs, and the child was not deceived.

However, since the amount involved is too large, Chen Li will have to wait until tomorrow to allow the brokerage company to transfer the money.

Ou Junlang was very straightforward. He took out his mobile phone on the spot, and with a bang, the transfer was successful.

Chen Feng's expression was calm, but his heartbeat was already 200 in secret.

Six million in hand!

I'm a ghost. If I hadn't gotten into this circle and met this goddess, I really don't know how it turns out that mobile phone transfers can also be so large?

I learned.

Chen Feng's account arrived very quickly, and only a few seconds later, the text message bell rang.

Ou Junlang slapped his forehead, "Oops!"

Chen Feng was startled, "What's wrong?"

"Forgot to pay taxes."

Chen Feng: "Uh..."

"It's okay, tomorrow I'll ask my company's finance and you to sign a contract with you, Brother Feng, and I'll withhold the tax. Here's the after-tax price!"

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

Strange, why does this fat man's pie face become more pleasing to the eye?

By the time I'm done with this~IndoMTL.com~ it's past ten o'clock at night.

I asked Zhong Lei, and it seemed that he didn't plan to sleep tonight, and Lai Zaiweilu refused to leave.

Lu Wei wouldn't chase her away, she just smiled and reassured Chen Feng that she would definitely take good care of her.

Chen Feng was about to take a taxi back by himself, when Ou Junlang suddenly rushed out from behind him, "Master, how could this disciple let you take a taxi! Take this disciple's car! Let's go!"

In just one night, Ou Junlang's address to Chen Feng changed from Teacher Chen to Brother Feng, and now it has been upgraded to Master.

Chen Feng felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard it, "Don't make these idiots. I'm a little younger than you!"

Ou Junlang waved his hand boldly and boldly, "Those who have the best come first! Those who are able will come first! Master, you have the ability, and you saved my life, that's my master! You have to ride in my car tonight!"

After he finished speaking, he relied on his wide body and fatness to squeeze Chen Feng into the back seat of Magotan next to him.

Before Chen Feng got into the car, before asking, Ou Junlang turned his head from the co-pilot and said aggrievedly, "Master, don't think my car is bad. I can't help it. The old man is not happy with my singing and won't let me drive. His luxury car is very annoying."

"Nothing, I have no right to dislike it, I don't have a car yet."

"Master, are you implying me to buy you a car?"

"No! Not really!"

Magotan went away in the dark.

At the corner of the street, a Toyota Land Cruiser started quietly and followed.

The co-pilot Ou Junlang tilted his head, looked at the rearview mirror, and found Lu Xun who was following behind.

A weird sneer appeared on his chubby face.

It's a pity that Chen Feng couldn't see his face at this time. Otherwise, Chen Feng would feel that this fat man looked so stupid before, and he had a lot of heart.