I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

After waiting for about two or three hours, when Chen Feng was on his way home from get off work, Zheng Rou called.

"Mr. Chen, Chen Li thinks your song is pretty good. If your subsequent content can maintain this level, she is willing to buy out the entire copyright of this song for 200,000 yuan."

"Ah, I understand, thank you very much, Sister Rou."

"Well, that's what the other party's price is. It's not a high price, but it's not bad for a new music producer. You can decide whether you want to sell it or not. Just give me an answer tomorrow."

Chen Feng nodded, "Okay."

"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng was not as happy as expected.

It was obviously a good thing, but he didn't know what was going on.

200,000 yuan, which is almost enough to cover his salary for two to three years. Counting savings, he can even make a down payment on a small apartment in a suburban county of Hanzhou.

But the strange thing is that his heart is empty and not satisfied and fulfilled.

Asking himself, Chen Feng felt that he was not a good person.

If he didn't know Zhong Lei, if his relationship with Zhong Lei hadn't changed at all, and if he hadn't heard her sobbing yesterday, then Chen Feng would probably be able to sell this song without any mental barriers.

Not so many ifs.

He couldn't lie to himself.

People in the world always have an illusion. When they see evil people living a good life, they always think that they can easily become evil people and live better than evil people. It's just that they don't bother to become bad.

But when things came to an end, Chen Feng realized that being a bad guy was not as easy as he thought.

Lying to yourself seems simple, but it is actually the most difficult thing in the world, and it also requires talent.

In the evening, Chen Feng and Zhong Lei sat together in the Chuan Chuan Xiang shop at the entrance of Weston Community.

This meal was treated by Chen Feng as a celebration of his success in selling songs.

However, there was no festive atmosphere at the dinner table, instead it was very dull.

When a man and a woman eat together, as long as one of them is not good at dealing with the opposite sex, it is easy for them to become indifferent, let alone both of them.

There is an advantage, at least both of them are very adaptable to this state.

Although it seems strange to others, the two of them feel comfortable.

Just eat, let's talk.

Zhong Lei finally spoke first.

She raised her tea cup and smiled, "Congratulations on your success in selling songs. Although Chen Li is not a top celebrity, he is also a capable singer with many fans. Once you succeed this time, you can seriously consider changing careers in the future. .With your talent, you can have this meal."

Chen Feng really wanted to tell her, please stop forcing yourself to smile.

You are a singer, not an actor, you are too fake.

Chen Feng: "Then I'd like to thank you first for your kind words. What are your plans next?"

Zhong Lei pondered for a few seconds, "I'll go home in a few days and take a look. I may not come to Hanzhou in the future. Then I'll ask you to help me move out of my house. This is your responsibility anyway."

"Like this?"

"Um."

Chen Feng clearly remembered that a few years before Zhong Lei became famous, she had been living in Hanzhou.

If she leaves now, it will mean a major turning point in her life. It is uncertain whether she will be the same person in history in the future.

No, I have to find a way to prevent her from defeating Hanzhou.

"By the way, I have something to confess to you. Actually, I heard you practicing singing when I came back from get off work yesterday."

"What! What else did you hear?"

Chen Feng forced his face to remain expressionless, "No, it's just singing."

"Then what?"

"You sing so well."

"Thank you for the compliment." Zhong Lei was not too modest. She knew her own level very well.

Compared with those famous singers, what she lacks is not her ability, but just a proper opportunity.

"Also, I found that you added a melody based on the demo I sang. Why didn't you record it?"

Zhong Lei was stunned at first.

She really wanted to expose Chen Feng.

When I was practicing singing yesterday, I obviously only inserted the newly added melody the last time I lost control of my emotions.

How could he only hear the song? He must also have heard his own crying!

Damn it.

Smart people would act crazy and pretend nothing happened at this time, but Zhong Lei was not very good at pretending. She felt a little embarrassed and angry, and her face immediately showed her displeasure.

She said dullly: "This is your song, I can't add anything to it rashly."

"But I think the melody you added is very good, so I plan to use the rhythm you sang at that time for the subsequent parts."

Zhong Lei decisively refused, "How can this work! This will destroy the coordination of your entire song. Everyone has a different creative style. If you use mine, it will naturally be inconsistent."

Chen Feng wanted to laugh in his heart. Why, you think so much and you are so humble.

It was all yours!

"No, you adding this part is exactly what I want it to feel like. I've already decided. I think it will make the song better, even if you don't agree with it."

Chen Feng said firmly.

The original rhythm is like this. If this is not used, how can he change it.

If you are not allowed to use it, then you are not allowed to play with it.

"you……"

Zhong Lei was a little angry.

She wanted to say that was my inspiration, how could you use it as an ism?

But then she thought about it and realized that her inspiration was based on the foundation laid by Chen Feng. In a sense, it was indeed Chen Feng's intellectual property.

"That's my plan for the two hundred thousand. Since I'm using your melody, you don't have to pay for recording the demo, but I have to give you another sum of money, just... fifty thousand."

When Chen Feng said this, he felt a little pain.

But this way, he felt a little more comfortable. If she earned 50,000 yuan, she could probably stay in Hanzhou.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Lei suddenly became furious.

She shouted in a somewhat uncontrollable tone: "No! I don't want your money!"

Her voice was so loud that other people in the Chuanchuan Xiang shop couldn't help but turn their heads and look this way.

A raging fire of gossip arose in the hearts of the diners.

The eyes between the two people became very meaningful.

Gee, this man doesn't look very rich.

This girl doesn't want his money, probably because it's too little.

Chen Feng and Zhong Lei noticed the strange looks from others. Chen Feng felt a little embarrassed, but Zhong Lei didn't care.

Chen Feng continued to grit his teeth and said: "No, this is what you deserve. Why are you rejecting it from me?"

"That's enough! I said I don't want your charity or sympathy."

After saying that, Zhong Lei threw down the bowls and chopsticks and stood up to leave.

When Chen Feng paid the bill and chased her out, she had disappeared.

This person is really inexplicably stubborn. No wonder she will be single for the rest of her life in another timeline. She really deserves it.

When he got home, he knocked on Zhong Lei's door again.

There was an angry shout from inside.

"You helped me before. I also sang the demo for you. Now we are clean, you don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you anything. What I want to do is my business, and you don't need to care. You Don't bother me again, otherwise I will really file a complaint against you."

Chen Feng believed that the money he gave Zhong Lei was an equal exchange, because the song "Boring" originally belonged to her.

But Zhong Lei didn't know this.

She thought that if she just wrote a little melody, Chen Feng would give her 50,000 yuan.

This is clearly a charity and he is looking down on himself.

There is no essential difference between him and those men who want to support themselves.

Rather than making things worse in the future, it's better to draw a clear line early.

She was back to the wild road where oil and salt were not allowed, and Chen Feng didn't know what to say, so he simply left.

After returning to the room, Chen Feng picked up the guitar out of boredom and gently played the intro to "The Night is Deep".

Just like the name of the song, the lights were already starting to come on outside at this time. Chen Feng put down his guitar and looked back out the window.

He was thinking about a problem very seriously and seriously.

Zheng Rou said that Chen Li would reply tomorrow and the final decision would have to be made tonight.

To sell or not to sell?

Selling songs was his original intention and he worked hard for it for more than two weeks.

He experienced a lot of setbacks and thought he would never succeed, but things turned around and things turned out to be bright.

Now all he needs to do is nod his head, and it's done.

But when the time came, he hesitated.