I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

In this state of Zhong Lei, 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.

Lu Wei also deliberately ordered the servant to take out her priceless guitar.

As for the piano, there is no need to deliberately prepare it. There is a top-notch Steinway worth more than one million yuan in the singing room.

Normally, at this time, Lu Wei would have gone to do some simple exercise, then wash up and go to bed.

But she couldn't bear to leave today. She also wanted to see how many surprises Chen Feng would give people today.

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

Each song is of excellent quality, can be regarded as a classic, and can withstand the baptism of time and never become outdated.

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

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

A listener with a poorer taste may gradually feel numb due to being exposed to too many classics in a short period of time, and then think that these songs are just mediocre.

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

But everyone present today, even Ou Junlang, who seemed the most unreliable, had actually worked hard on music.

It was precisely because of their knowledge that everyone was even more shocked.

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

Ou Junlang on the side was extremely sour, "Brother, where's mine! Where's mine! I've already called you brother, give me a hand! I really don't want to go back to manage the company. Who am I? My dad is Pure nonsense."

Lu Wei smiled and said: "Young Master Ou, if your father hears this, I'm afraid he will slap you. After all, you also graduated from an Ivy League school in international economics and trade, and you also got an MBA certificate, right? How could it not be the one? material."

Ou Junlang said angrily: "Let him smoke. The Ivy League school and the MBA were all done by me in order to make the old man happy and I used some tricks to get it. Everyone has their own ambitions. I spent the first half of my life just to make others satisfied. Now, can’t I just be myself for the rest of my life?"

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

Albert Ou spread his hands, "Of course, it's just a matter of spending more money and less money."

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

"Okay, you're awesome."

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

Albert Ou didn't have the magnanimity expected of the second generation of a wealthy family, and he kept hanging on to Chen Feng's hand.

Chen Feng was overwhelmed by his tongue twisters and offensive attacks.

His heart skipped a beat, since this was already the case today, he might as well just keep doing nothing and make all the money he should earn.

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

He slapped the table and said so.

"Ah? Really? Um...Brother Feng, you haven't even listened to my songs yet. Can you tell what style I'm suitable for just by looking at my face?"

What Chen Feng was thinking was, I don’t care what your style is!

There are only three Liang Yuan songs in my mind!

His conscience has become so ambiguous, and he has no moral integrity.

He smiled kindly, "It's an exaggeration to say that your appearance is not that scary, but I have listened to you speak so many words, and the characteristics of your voice have formed a complete framework in my mind, and I can write a song for you. "

Ou Junlang sighed: "Is this so! My brother is amazing!"

Next to him, He Jiaqi smacked his tongue, "There is a big difference between speaking and singing! Look at me like this, who would have thought that my best thing would be rock and roll."

Chen Feng grinned and said, "I can only say that this is my feeling. If you ask me what the basis is, I can't tell you. Okay, I'm going to start writing. It's still the same old rule. After I write it, Mr. Ou, you Listen first, and then decide whether you want it or not.”

Chen Feng deliberately did not mention the price. Fatty Ou himself should understand.

"Yes! Of course I want it!"

Ou Junlang said decisively.

This time, Chen Feng's speed was much faster than before. It only took less than an hour to complete three songs again, and he only sang them briefly once.

After finishing writing, Chen Feng looked exhausted, breathing heavily and wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead.

It’s really tiring, and copying answers for open-book exams also consumes energy.

Others just thought he was using his brain too much, and they were both surprised and relieved.

I have finally seen your limit. You will still be tired, so you are still a human being.

Chen Feng secretly observed the feedback on everyone's expressions. He knew it was safe without asking.

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

Liang Yuan does not have as many classic songs as Zhong Lei, but the three carefully selected by Chen Feng are, in a sense, not inferior to Zhong Lei's masterpieces in quality.

After all, it was through these ballads that Liang Yuan established his status in the world a thousand years ago.

"Folk ballads? So it turns out that ballads are what I'm most suitable for?"

Holding the lyrics book in his hand, Ou Junlang was stunned, a little unbelievable.

Chen Feng nodded, "I'm afraid you won't know the specific effect until you make the complete song yourself. You can simply hum it now. But I'm sure that if you want to make a breakthrough as a singer, you It’s really best for ballads.”

Albert Ou really tried to hum a few words.

Don't tell me, despite his poor appearance, his voice is very magnetic when he sings, which is particularly suitable for this kind of literary style.

His desire to be a singer is not just a hothead, he has some talent, much better than Chen Feng.

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

Lu Wei, who was looking at Chen Feng's face in a daze, suddenly came back to reality, "Ah! Very good! Very good!"

"Really?"

"Absolutely true!"

In fact, Lu Wei felt that she couldn't tell whether Ou Junlang was 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 still achieve unexpected results.

However, Lu Wei did not want to undermine Ou Junlang's confidence at this time. She hoped that Chen Feng could make this big deal.

"The song is, of course, impeccable. I am once again impressed by you, Teacher Chen."

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

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

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

Just looking at the title of the song, I think it's a bit girly.

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

After just a little framing of the picture in his mind, he can imagine a man who has experienced many years of life and affection, guarding the perfect goddess in his heart.

Everything looks harmonious, further proving Chen Feng's talent.

But Lu Wei couldn't help but think of Zhong Lei who was composing in her karaoke room, and carefully pondered 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 confused.

Chen Feng was gradually shrouded in a thick layer of fog in her eyes, making it difficult for her to understand.

What a pity.

Although Chen Feng knew that Liang Yuan, an old player, had indeed overcome the nine-year age gap after becoming famous and pursued Zhong Lei, he really didn't realize that these three pinnacle works of Liang Yuan's life were the result of Liang Yuan's passion. The inspiration is the love song for Zhong Lei.

But another person present, Lu Wei, who was equally accomplished, gave the details.

I can only say that low artistic taste kills people.

Lu Wei here gave Ou Junlang confidence, and he was worthy of being an authentic Shenhao. Young Master Ou immediately expressed his stance that he bought these three songs!

Two million each!

Chen Feng pretended to shirk, while Ou Junlang remained firm and quickly reached a consensus.

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

But Ou Junlang was a good person and explained the reason why he doubled the price.

He summed it up this way, "Sister Chen Li, I 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. Half of the price I offered I’m grateful to Brother Feng for saving my life!”

As a result, Chen Feng signed a contract with Chen Li and Ou Junlang on the spot, three songs per person, the price was fair, and the children were not deceived.

However, because the amount involved was too large, Chen Li had to wait until tomorrow to ask the brokerage company to transfer the money.

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

Chen Feng's expression was calm, but secretly his heartbeat was already racing at 200.

Got six million!

I'm a ghost. If I hadn't gotten into this circle and met this godly man, I wouldn't have known that it was possible to transfer such a large amount via mobile phone?

learned.

Chen Feng's account arrived quickly. Only a few seconds passed before the text message rang.

Ou Junlang slapped his forehead, "Oops!"

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

"Forgot about paying taxes."

Chen Feng: "Uh..."

"It's okay. Tomorrow I will ask my company's financial officer to sign a supplementary contract with you, Brother Feng, and I will withhold the tax. This is the price after tax!"

Chen Feng continued to be calm, but in his heart he just wanted to swallow his tongue.

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

By the time I finished all this work, it was already past ten o'clock at night.

I asked Zhong Lei and it seemed that she was not going to sleep tonight and stayed in Caiwei Lu and refused to leave.

Lu Wei would not chase her away, she would just smile and reassure Chen Feng that she would take good care of her.

Chen Feng was about to take a taxi back when Ou Junlang suddenly came out from behind him and said, "Master, how can I let you take a taxi! Take my apprentice's car! Let's go!"

In just one night, Ou Junlang's name for Chen Feng changed from Teacher Chen to Brother Feng, and now he was directly upgraded to Master.

Chen Feng felt goose bumps all over his body when he heard this, "Don't make such nonsense. I'm younger than you!"

Ou Junlang waved his hand boldly, "Those who are masters will come first! Those who are capable will take over! Master, if you have the ability and you saved half of my life, you are my master! You must take my car tonight!"

After saying that, he took advantage of his wide body and fat body to force Chen Feng into the back seat of the Magotan next to him.

Before Chen Feng got in the car, Ou Junlang turned around from the passenger seat 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." The car is very distressing."

"It's nothing. Who am I to object to it? I don't have a car yet."

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

"No! Really not!"

Magotan went away in the night.

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

Ou Junlang, who was in the passenger seat, turned his head, looked in the rearview mirror, and spotted Lu Xun following behind.

A strange 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 have thought that this fat man didn't look so stupid and scheming before.