I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

He took three or four half-day leaves from the company intermittently, and kept going to the cultural and creative industrial park, biting the bullet and negotiating with each company.

Unfortunately, he always hit a wall.

Others didn't give him a chance to play the guitar at all. They only briefly asked him whether he was a music major and whether he had any masterpieces in the past.

Chen Feng didn't want to lie. He honestly admitted that he had never studied music and had no masterpieces, and then nothing happened.

There was nothing Chen Feng could do about it. What was fake couldn't be true, and what was true couldn't be fake either.

He does not have any academic qualifications or experience in the arts and sports field, so lying will not help. Moreover, he believes that what he did before has nothing to do with the songs he wants to sell.

What I want to sell you is a song, not me. Do you care what I did before?

Does it matter if I have any previous works?

Does everyone already have a masterpiece before they write their first song?

Do you ignore creators who have never published any works?

So where do I go from here to produce a work first?

But he knows that blaming others will not help, and maybe this is the reality.

Everyone has to go through this experience of facing reality, accepting reality, and then defeating reality.

…

five minutes later.

"Mr. Chen, I'm really sorry. I know you have songs to sell, but the director is really busy and is on a business trip recently. We don't know much about appreciation, so please come back."

The girl at the front desk of this music production studio smiled sweetly and spoke politely, but she wouldn't let him in.

"No, if your director is not here, there can always be someone who collects songs, right? I'm not demanding much, just listen to me play it once. Is it so difficult?"

At this time, a middle-aged woman walked over from the side, looking like a small boss, "Sir, our company has an email for receiving manuscripts from outside. If you are confident in your work, you can record a demo and send it to us. . We will have dedicated personnel to review manuscripts regularly."

Chen Feng was helpless.

He had never sold a song before and didn't understand the market.

First of all, with his singing skills, the quality of the recorded demos is definitely not good.

Secondly, his songs had a shady origin, and there were only two of them. If he stupidly handed them over and were plagiarized and adapted, who would he ask to reason with?

"Okay, I'll leave first."

Seeing that the matter could not be negotiated, Chen Feng stopped pestering him, turned around and took the elevator downstairs.

Chen Feng looked back at the building unwillingly.

Then he shook his head, took out his notebook, and underlined the name of a company on it.

He had originally written the names of more than a dozen companies in the book, but now he had marked them down to the last one.

This company is called Luwei Studio. It is not large in scale, but its business scope includes artist management, music production, album distribution and other fields.

As a small company, it is possible to achieve such a small but well-rounded company because of the only artist of Luwei Studio, the popular domestic female singer Lu Wei.

Chen Feng originally did not want to come to this company.

Lu Wei debuted very early. Although she is not very old now, just twenty years old, she is already very popular.

In fact, Chen Feng may know herself better than Lu Wei. In later biographies of Zhong Lei, Lu Wei was mentioned many times.

For a long time, Lu Wei had a romantic relationship with Zhong Lei, but later on, perhaps because she became famous too early, or perhaps because she was dragged down by a good family background, she lost some experience. His talents were exhausted prematurely, and he eventually fell behind. He only became famous for twenty or thirty years, and failed to establish his own family. Instead, he became Zhong Lei's foil.

But now Lu Wei is not only younger, but also so popular that she can even carry a company on her own.

Chen Feng also knew from future biographies that her background was extraordinary and frighteningly profound, and any elder in the family would use it as a sensitive word.

Because of the unpleasant experience of dealing with Zhong Lei, Chen Feng subconsciously thought that Lu Wei was more difficult to deal with.

So he didn't have any hope for this company at all.

But now he had no choice. Chen Feng turned around and went to another building, heading straight to Luwei Studio.

The office space of Luwei Studio does not look impressive, and there is not even a front desk at the door.

Chen Feng poked his head in and saw a young woman walking towards him holding a folder.

She looked at Chen Feng and then at the guitar bag behind him.

"Hello sir, what can I do for you?"

The other party was very polite, which was what Chen Feng had expected. After all, although he was not extremely handsome, he still had an honest face that was very reliable at first glance. He might be more attractive after a second look.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "I want to talk to the person in charge of your company. I have a song here that I want to sell to your company."

The woman was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

"Are you here to sell songs?" At this moment, a plump, long-haired woman walked over.

She wore a very tight little suit that hugged her figure perfectly.

The woman who had spoken to Chen Feng before quickly turned around and bowed: "Hello, Sister Rou."

Sister Rou waved her hand, "You can go about your business and leave this to me."

The woman hurriedly lowered her head and left quickly.

Sister Rou crossed her arms and turned to Chen Feng with a slightly teasing smile on her face, "Hello, sir, I am Lu Wei's agent and the general manager of this company, Zheng Rou. Please say it again, Are you here to sell songs?"

As she said that, her eyes fell lightly on the guitar bag behind Chen Feng. When she saw the word "Yangtze River", the corners of her mouth also curved in a meaningful way.

By this time, Chen Feng actually already knew the answer.

He really wanted to turn around and leave, but since the other party hadn't chased them away yet, he just wanted to say a few more words.

Maybe... it will be done?

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes, this is my hard work. I am very confident in this song."

Zheng Rou suddenly laughed, "Didn't you know before? Our Luwei Studio never collects songs from outsiders. Our Lu Wei never sings other people's songs. All her songs are composed by herself, thank you." "

Chen Feng was stunned, "Ah? Is this like this?"

This was really beyond his expectation.

In the music library of later generations, Lu Wei sang many songs written by others.

However, Chen Feng didn't pay much attention to Lu Wei. He was not familiar with the development path of her works and thought that she had always been like this.

Now he knows that in the early days Lu Wei only sang songs composed by herself.

I came ten years too early.

Chen Feng lamented that Lu Wei seemed to be taking responsibility for her work, but in fact she had been overdrawing her creative talent.

A person's talent should have limits.

Lu Wei is considered talented, but she can only produce it once every ten years. There is still a gap between Zhong Lei's astonishing talent, which appears once every hundred years, and eventually became the invincible talent of a hundred people a thousand years ago.

Therefore, in the middle and late stages of Lu Wei's artistic career, as her spiritual inspiration dried up, she could only turn to singing other people's works.

This is probably the reason why Lu Wei fell behind in the competition with Zhong Lei.

But now Lu Wei is still at the peak of creative inspiration and can still be at the top for several more years, so her agent Zheng Rou certainly has the capital to be arrogant.

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you. I'll take my leave."

Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Chen Feng decided to leave decisively.

The more he hits the wall, the stronger his resistance is getting, and his mental endurance is increasing day by day.

When he was rejected at first, Chen Feng would still feel disappointed and embarrassed, but as time went by, his heart became numb.

Now he didn't have any hope from the beginning, so there was no disappointment.

"Wait a moment."

Just when Chen Feng turned around, a crisp voice came from behind.

Chen Feng turned around.