I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

In the private room of a private restaurant in Zhonghai, everyone ordered a table of delicious dishes and prepared to have a dinner together.

It was not only celebrating Chen Feng's "release from prison", but also Zhong Lei and the Meng brothers and sisters expressing their gratitude for his life-saving grace.

I don't know whether it was a deliberate arrangement or an unintentional move when they took their seats. Zhong Lei sat on Chen Feng's right hand side and Lu Wei sat on his left hand side.

If Chen Feng had encountered this situation before, he would definitely have been a little embarrassed.

But now he has seen the big world, a real boss who was bombed by alien invaders, and he has become much more stable unconsciously.

"Chen Feng, I'd like to toast you two drinks. The first one is to thank you for saving my life, and the second one is to thank you for writing my songs."

Zhong Lei picked up the bottle of Moutai and wanted to pour wine for Chen Feng.

Chen Feng subconsciously covered the wine glass, "You can't drink it, it will lower my... uh... okay, pour less."

He almost said casually that this would lower his ability to operate the Blue Dragon Armor. Fortunately, he remembered in time that there was no Blue Dragon Armor for him to use in this era.

Meng Wanyue, who was opposite, teased, "Brother Feng, you are afraid that your resistance will be reduced, so you may have gotten drunk and had sex."

"Shut up!" Zhong Lei blushed slightly and glared at Meng Wanyue fiercely.

Chen Feng was quite speechless.

It's over.

Ruined.

If Zhong Lei doesn't say anything, that's okay.

But when she answered Meng Wanyue's words, she still used such a stern and remorseful tone, instead of telling her to stop talking nonsense.

Very problematic!

Chen Feng didn't dare to speak at all and just drank.

Downed two glasses of wine.

He hadn't had a drink for a long time, and his taste was a little spicy, so he ate the food quickly.

Zhong Lei's drinking capacity seemed to be average. Even after two glasses of wine, her face turned red.

The atmosphere on the table was a little dull and strange. Lu Wei broke the silence, "By the way, Chen Feng, what you are doing now is to be released on bail pending trial. You will have to go to China Overseas to go through the procedures later. In addition, you may not have read the news on the Internet. It's quite a big fuss, so you'd better not show your face in public in the next six months, so as not to cause gossip."

Chen Feng thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter. I'm not on stage anyway. I'm behind the scenes."

"I heard you play the guitar before, and your playing level is very high. Oh, what a pity." Lu Wei sighed.

Chen Feng's mouth was full of food, "Hey, what's the pity? I know my own level, so my playing level is just okay."

Meng Wanyue rolled her eyes, "Brother Feng, let me ask you something. Sister Leilei said that you snatched someone else's motorcycle to save us because your right eyelid jumped. Did you and the police comrades also say the same?"

Chen Feng nodded, "What if it's not the case? That's the truth."

Meng Wanyue giggled, "Then your telepathy is too sensitive! I wouldn't dare to be so firm. Is this the legendary bond between lovers?"

She showed her cards and opened up some things that Chen Feng wanted to avoid now.

What's even more terrifying is that Zhong Lei didn't tell her to shut up. Instead, she pretended to be shy, but in fact she was subtly observing Chen Feng's feedback.

Chen Feng knew that he was once again in a situation as terrifying as facing the doomsday.

First of all, he has now deeply realized the importance of Zhong Lei.

But her importance lies not just in the person she is today.

Her unfinished, not even really launched artistic career is equally important.

But in all the timelines Chen Feng has experienced so far, there is no sign that the two are in love.

Zhong Lei has always been a very independent and determined celibate.

This time due to some accidents in the car accident, perhaps coupled with the previous accumulation, and today's seemingly presumptuous but forced plagiarism, her belief in being single has been severely changed.

But now Chen Feng really doesn't dare to flirt with Zhong Lei.

When she was single, she was able to write songs that were both popular and meaningful.

This is her talent.

Chen Feng couldn't guarantee that if she fell into the whirlpool of love, she would become a love song queen who could only write about love and love.

Before becoming a music giant, Zhong Lei's more essential identity was that of a woman.

Once the two take that step, no matter whether they grow old together or part ways one day in the future, it will definitely change her outlook on life and ultimately affect her creative ideas.

Chen Feng does not rule out that he may pick up Zhong Lei one day in the future, but it is definitely not now.

It can only be that he looked back on history a thousand years later and found that the two of them had come together and that humanity had achieved the final victory in the timeline.

So, although I feel a little regretful, I can’t help it.

Chen Feng stretched out his hand fiercely, grabbed Meng Wanyue's palm, narrowed his eyes, and said with a magnetic voice: "Wanyue, you are right, the bond between you and me is so strong, it must have happened thousands of times in the past life Looking back, I got to know you in this life."

Meng Wanyue was dumbfounded at first, and then looked at Chen Feng's electric eyes. Her heart was beating fast, her face turned crimson, and she didn't know what to do.

"Hahaha, let you tease me, you will know how powerful I am!"

Chen Feng gave up as soon as he saw the opportunity.

Lu Wei brought the topic back again, "The police won't believe you, right?"

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes, they told me that feudal superstition is not advisable. But I asked them if I really saved the person in the end, but they couldn't answer."

Lu Wei: "You are so funny, but you can't act like this in the future. I don't know whether to praise you for your cleverness or teach you a lesson about superstition. By the way, you are composing music for Zhong Lei again this time, and Ou Shao and Sister Chen Li are also I have received a lot of benefits from you, when will you write a song for me?"

Chen Feng asked back, "Sister Weiwei, didn't you create all your own works?"

Lu Wei pouted, "Today is different from the past. I didn't expect you to be so powerful before."

Chen Feng agreed, "Okay, let's do the math together another day when we have time."

"But Chen Feng, you have to give me the complete score of "Bathing in Fire" first, first come, first served." Zhong Lei said next to him.

Chen Feng wiped his sweat secretly, "Yes, yes, I will write it out tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

This meal left him physically and mentally exhausted. Fortunately, there were no plans after the meal and everyone dispersed.

Lu Wei went to a relative's house, while Zhong Lei went to Meng Wanyue's house.

Albert Ou called his driver and took Chen Feng and Meng Xiaozhou to the hotel.

On the way, Chen Feng had a brief chat with Meng Xiaozhou, who was sitting in the back row, and Chen Feng realized that this person was really a powerful person.

As both returnees from overseas studies, Meng Xiaozhou is much more reliable than Ou Junlang, the shame of the Ivy League school.

He is a serious graduate of Harbin University Business School and a full scholarship winner. Before returning to China, he had many successful achievements overseas. This time he came back and was invited by a domestic giant company to directly become a senior executive.

Of course, Meng Xiaozhou didn't say this in a showy tone. When chatting with Chen Feng, he briefly talked about the school he graduated from and where he was going to work when he came back. Ou Junlang filled in the rest for him.

When he returned to the hotel, Chen Feng was taking out his notebook and planning to write music scores when Ou Junlang knocked on the door.

"Master, are you serious about what you said about the company earlier?"

Chen Feng asked him to come in, "Yes."

"Then what kind of company are we going to build? I have a ready-made one here, or else I'll transfer half of the shares to you?"

Chen Feng shook his head, "No, I know the situation of your company. Let alone half the shares, I can't afford even one-tenth."

"You can first invest in technology as part of it, and we will jointly open it. Then if you don't have enough money, you will owe it first and pay it back slowly."

Ou Junlang thought very seriously.

Chen Feng thought about it again and became a little irritated when he thought about the details of the company's operations.

He pondered for a moment and said: "But I just want to write songs, and I can only write songs. The cooperative company is just a pretext, but my real purpose is to think highly of you and want to write songs for you."

The corner of Ou Junlang's mouth twitched sharply, and he was silent for a long time before he said with a lot of self-knowledge: "Master, do you really think so highly of me? Am I so talented?"

"right!"

"But I haven't finished the three songs you gave me before. I...I'm actually not that good."

Chen Feng patted Ou Junlang on the shoulder sincerely, "No, you are great, your talent is beyond your imagination! You can and must make achievements in singing. We will return to Hanzhou in two days and take a closer look Total it up.”

He has an idea.

At present, my most core assets in this era are the copyrights and profit sharing rights of the many songs that have been transferred.

If you sell songs to others in the future, you will have to keep the relevant copyright in your own hands.

These things can be held in an individual capacity, but this is not the best option to maximize profits.

With the expansion of asset scale and the complexity of asset categories, it is no longer appropriate to handle copyright as an individual.

First, he cannot control it; second, relying on personal energy cannot properly allocate and add value to resources, resulting in an invisible waste of resources.

He is still a self-employed person working alone, so he can only do one-time business such as selling songs, and cannot do any additional copyright derivative development.

He neither has the energy nor the ability or patience to go around talking to people about business, but he doesn’t understand, and he may not be able to negotiate successfully.

But as long as a mature and stable team can be built and developed around the copyrights of the songs that Chen Feng has sold now, as well as the copyrights of more than a dozen songs that he got back this time during his free time, the company can already get off the ground. Here comes the snowball.

And in the future, he will continue to improve the efficiency of transportation, and the output will become larger and larger. On the premise of ensuring Zhong Lei and Ou Junlang's artistic careers, he will definitely have to produce more works and cash them out in large quantities.

But once he starts to produce at a high rate, and his output is stronger than that of a sow, it is impossible for him to sell songs in person every time, and he will be completely overwhelmed.

Therefore, the company must have a team, but he has no intention of management, so he must recruit people to join the team and let others work as coolies, contributing effort and money, while he can only focus on "creation".

For every entrepreneur, the importance of partners is self-evident.

Partners must be trustworthy, have connections, be capable, and most importantly, have money.

Regardless of Fatty Ou's ability, Chen Feng was satisfied with the other three aspects.

But Ou Junlang has just taken over Zhou A's industry, and now his personal industry is very large and is still being consolidated, so it is not suitable for him to join Ou Junlang's industry.

Chen Feng has neither the position nor the capital to occupy a large share of Ou Junlang's mature industries.

But Chen Feng had told Zhong Lei in the past that his brothers also wanted to settle accounts, and he couldn't afford to suffer.

He himself is a hard-working porter and has exclusive resources. He is asked to become a small shareholder in Ou Junlang's industry and become a worker. This is both controlled by others and he is not happy emotionally.

If he cannot take the initiative, it will not be conducive for him to use his ability to predict the future to control the overall situation.

Chen Feng didn't want Ou Junlang's agency contract either. That was pointless, and he didn't know how to run a successful agency.

Moreover, he wanted to support Albert Ou, but he could not let himself suffer a loss, and he had to continue to accumulate original funds, so when the time came, the copyrights of all the songs sung by Albert Ou would have to be in the hands of his own company.

Therefore, the best way is for him to register a company first, expand the business scope, the wider the better, then let Ou Junlang become a shareholder, and then let Fatty Ou contribute the money, and then let him Arrange people to do the work.

It is a perfect cooperation strategy to provide resources that cannot be copied, and Fatty Ou, who is following along, to provide other resources that can be copied but that he is relatively lacking.

After chatting with Ou Junlang, he could sort out his thoughts by himself. Chen Feng felt free and contented himself with continuing to write songs.

Not long after, his phone rang again. When he saw the name on the caller ID, his finger holding the pen trembled slightly.

"What's the matter? Are you still up so late?"

"It's only ten o'clock, why is it late?"

Zhong Lei on the other side said angrily.

Chen Feng sighed, "Yes, I almost forgot that you used to go to bed in the morning. But this time you will learn from it. Meng Wanyue's sudden shock was due to excessive fatigue."

"Okay, I understand, I will take care of myself. By the way, you lost more than five million this time, right?"

As soon as Zhong Lei mentioned this, Chen Feng felt a little sick. He still dared not read the bank's deduction text message, just because he wanted to be out of sight but out of mind.

After working hard as a porter, shamelessly plagiarizing against one's conscience, giving up one's moral integrity, one's character, and one's face. It took a lot of effort to save tens of thousands of dollars, but they were discounted in half in the blink of an eye. Who can feel better?

"You don't want to open a pot or pick up a pot. I figured it out, money, you can't take it with you in life or death. I'm not sad."

Zhong Lei laughed so hard on the opposite side, "Don't say that last sentence in a crying tone and I will believe you."

"I'm not crying!"

"Your voice is shaking! I can hear it!"

"Okay, forget it, anyway, if the old ones don't go and the new ones don't come, I'll just make more money. I'll copy more...write more of your songs, and we'll earn back."

"Well, I'll pay you back."

"no, I'm fine."

"I will definitely pay it back! You don't have to say anything about this."

"Uh, okay."

"Chen Feng, thank you."

"Okay, you said it N times today, go to bed."

"OK."

hang up the phone.

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhong Lei sighed.

Some things have changed, and some things have not.

Although Zhong Lei advocates celibacy, she is engaged in art, and her heart is far sharper than ordinary people.

How could she not realize that Chen Feng kept a distant distance when he was trying to deal with Meng Wanyue.

But the strange thing is that she is not sad, but takes it for granted.

She didn't blame Chen Feng either.

She knew this was what he was.

Bang bang bang.

Chen Feng is destined to be unable to stop tonight.

There was another knock on the door.

When he opened the door and took a look, Chen Feng asked in surprise: "What's the matter with Mr. Meng?"

Meng Xiaozhou seemed a little embarrassed, and subconsciously raised his gold-rimmed glasses, "Thank you again, Mr. Chen, for saving my sister's life. This time you compensated over five million, and I will find a way to pay you back."

Chen Feng waved his hand, "No, I really don't."

Unexpectedly, Meng Xiaozhou also said that he would pay back the money, but Chen Feng really deserved the money.

Only he knew that if Zhong Lei hadn't been in the car, Meng Wanyue would have definitely died.

He won't save it.

He knew that his thoughts were a bit cruel, and he also knew that if he saw Zhong Lei feeling sad after losing his friend, or if he saw Meng Wanyue's family, he would definitely blame himself.

But when he decided to take up the responsibility of saving mankind, it was already destined that he would also have to take on more pain and suffering.

He asked himself whether he could bear this level of self-blame.

"I have to. In addition to these five million, I will give you another five million, Mr. Chen. However, I have already spent a lot of money from my family studying abroad. It will take me about one to two years to get this money together." ."

Meng Xiaozhou insisted.

Chen Feng's head was as big as a bucket, "Don't do this."

"I have only one more unkind favor."

"What?"

"If Mr. Chen doesn't have that feeling for his roommate, he should try his best...to reject her more simply."

"ah?"

"What Wanyue said at the dinner table today was actually a bit presumptuous. But as a brother, I can see that she is eager to bring Mr. Chen and Miss Zhong Lei together, but she actually wants to end her thoughts as soon as possible. Good night. "

Meng Xiaozhou ran away after saying that.

Chen Feng froze on the spot.

It is said that the person who knows a sister best in the world is not her parents, but her brother.

Meng Xiaozhou perfectly explained this theory.

Chen Feng was speechless. Meng Wanyue also likes me?

Damn it!

Does the life-saving grace touch a woman so much?

No, maybe what attracted her was my talent.

But I'm really not interested right now, and I don't have the energy to do anything about family affection.

So, everyone, I’m sorry.

Somehow, Chen Feng recalled what Tang Tianxin said to him the day before his death.

"No, it implanted. I was successfully conceived."

His heart throbbed unconsciously, and he envied Tang Tianxin's absolutely rational mentality.

On some level, replacing emotion with logic seems to be beneficial.

Chen Feng shrugged and went back to his room.

I can't stop others from liking me, but I know what I should do.