I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

Meng Xiaozhou: "I have estimated the value of our company in China. The current brand value is about 1.5 billion yuan."

Chen Feng nodded, "Very good."

"At the same time, according to the contract, Katie has to give us half of the copyright income she gets from this song. It is initially estimated that this income will reach about 10 million US dollars in one year."

Chen Feng's eyes lit up, "This is 60 million yuan, which is pretty good."

"Also, well-known singers and music producers there have contacted us one after another, hoping to seek cooperation. We have officially opened the European and American markets. As long as you and Zhong Lei can maintain the same level of creation, then the potential copyright income there , which will bring about a significant increase in the company's value. This new overseas value will total up to 200 million U.S. dollars."

"Overseas influence will feed back our position in the domestic market. Therefore, based on comprehensive calculation, the company's current potential valuation should be around 3 billion yuan."

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed.

He is very happy.

Finally became truly rich.

If you have money, you can do many things.

Although these are just valuations, the money is all in the company, and to realize it, you have to be recognized by the stupid person and pay for it.

He still has nothing in his trouser pocket, but it does not hinder him from wandering about the future.

He firmly told himself again that copying songs must be the right decision.

There is no better, more convenient and more stable way to get rich.

It's only been a few months and he's almost catching up to Kendall Jenner.

After Meng Xiaozhou left, Zhong Lei walked up again wearing an evening dress.

Chen Feng raised his glass and gestured to her, "What are you doing here? You should be the most eye-catching protagonist today."

Zhong Lei shook her head, "It's actually not interesting. You know I don't like these occasions. I just want to write songs quietly."

"Then you are still coming today?"

"Isn't it to help you expand your influence? Look at that reporter. Waiting for him to release the photos and videos of our celebration party will definitely be good for the company."

"Yes. But I feel like you're not very happy?"

Chen Feng suddenly asked.

Zhong Lei nodded, "You still understand me. I'm very grateful to Katie for making my singing popular, but I actually..."

"I know what you are thinking, but you are still not satisfied. And you think it would be very good if you sang this song yourself. Katie is very good, but she still couldn't sing "Self-Burning" The highest level, right?”

Zhong Lei was stunned.

After a long time, she smiled bitterly.

"How come you always know me so well?"

Chen Feng turned away, "Maybe it's God's will."

He understands it because he already knows it.

Five hundred years later, it wasn’t Katie Swift’s version of “Self-Combustion” that influenced Sergey.

But after the copyright authorization expired, that is, five years later, the second version was re-interpreted by Zhong Lei herself.

Zhong Lei's sense of smell is always so terrifying.

Her judgment was absolutely correct.

This was all within Chen Feng's expectation.

Only Zhong Lei, and it must be Zhong Lei, can interpret the most perfect "Self-Combustion".

In order to re-sing this song, she spent five years completing her self-preservation. She studied the standard English accent very seriously and practiced it to be as good as her native language.

What she pursues has never been to learn to walk in Handan. She just wants to be more accurate and use the language of another culture and thinking mode to perfectly express the feelings she wants to express.

She is always striving for perfection and cannot tolerate any flaws.

So her reprise five years later can elevate this song to another level.

There will be more young people and ordinary people in Europe and America taking the initiative to learn Chinese because they are eager to understand the emotions in the Chinese version of "Self-Burning".

This has greatly accelerated the maturity of the parallel world communication model of Chinese and English, and has played a role in promoting the perfect integration of human thinking that the contemporary world cannot understand and believe.

The historical significance of this song and Zhong Lei herself is extremely important. Just imagining it can make Chen Feng's scalp numb.

But now, Zhong Lei seems to want to confess to her.

Chen Feng could sense her wavering.

The so-called celibacy, to a certain extent, is nothing more than an unwillingness to settle when one cannot find the right one.

Chen Feng didn't dare to look at Zhong Lei's face at all.

Sometimes just an eye contact can burst out a different kind of spark.

Maybe one day in the future, he can accept everything calmly.

Then by that time, he can put down his mind and seriously consider his own feelings and life.

As for now, maybe he doesn't have the talent, and he also knows that he doesn't have the courage and fighting spirit. He has exhausted all his energy just by racking his brains to think about what else he can do for mankind, a race that will inevitably perish in a thousand years. Full strength.

When he first traveled to a thousand years later, he was so resistant to that kind of responsibility.

Because he clearly knew that he couldn't bear it.

Chen Feng always said in his heart, "I really don't want to be the savior."

But tragedies happened again and again. After all, he was a mortal and could not turn a blind eye to everything.

He is always thinking unconsciously, maybe I can do a little more this time, try a little harder this time, but the end result is that I will sink deeper and deeper, unable to extricate myself.

Chen Feng was not sure if this was his nature, but it seemed that everything had come naturally to him.

He wasn't sure if everyone in the world could do it, or if it was just him.

But since fate has chosen me, maybe this is the only talent that ordinary me has.

Just like what Ou Guohua said in anger.

"This is history's responsibility."

Even if he is never understood by the times.

As much as Zhong Lei admires and appreciates Chen Feng, Chen Feng admires and appreciates Zhong Lei.

He never told others about his weaknesses.

Even if he forgets deliberately, Chen Feng occasionally has uncontrollable sadness in his heart and wants to share it with others.

He also wanted to find someone to rely on for his loneliness.

Zhong Lei is the best choice for this reliance.

He was afraid that in the dead of night, if he just looked at her one more time, he would no longer be able to control the emotions deep in his heart.

Chen Feng ran away.

He returned to the center of the crowd at the celebration party.

He raised his hand and feinted in the air. The noisy crowd in the audience quickly fell silent, including Lu Wei, who came to support him as a special guest. They all looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and said, "I'm going to announce a few very important things. Everyone, please listen."

Zhong Lei also came down from the balcony.

Chen Feng smiled and waved to her, "Our mainstay, come quickly."

Zhong Lei rubbed her eyes, with a trace of doubt in her eyes, and was pulled into the crowd by Meng Wanyue.

"The current trend of the company is very good. We have also received many invitations for creative cooperation, but in the short term, our main creative resources will still be focused on the company's internal artists."

Qin Lu and Ou Junlang, two contracted artists who lack the ability to create independently, applauded wildly.

Chen Feng smiled and added: "In three days at the latest, I will complete the creation of all ten songs for Qin Lu's first album. But I will only be responsible for song writing, specific recording, overall packaging, marketing and distribution. , it just depends on everyone’s collective efforts.”

Everyone clapped again and congratulated Qin Lu.

He Jiaqi and Chen Li were extremely envious.

Look at other people's bosses. It saves trouble to praise more people. There is no need to travel all over the world to collect songs.

Some singers have been unable to put together the songs for an album after a year or two, but Chen Feng can write it for you personally and it only takes a few days!

It's too much.

After giving Qin Lu good news, it was Ou Junlang's turn next.

"Ou Junlang's second album, I will finish it in six days."

Fatty Ou had a smile on his face.

What could be better than seeing Xingfeng Entertainment continue to increase in value, so high that it makes my father feel sick and cannot afford it?

Of course I have to go into battle and complete this matter myself!

At this time, Lu Wei's manager Zheng Rou, who was relatively familiar with her, raised her hand and intervened, "Our Weiwei also wants to sing!"

Chen Feng smiled and nodded, "Okay, no problem."

He agreed smoothly.

This is not a problem.

Lu Wei bumped into Zheng Rou and looked embarrassed, but she didn't deny it.

After coming down, Chen Feng walked up to Lu Wei and Zheng Rou and whispered: "Sister Weiwei, don't you prefer independent creation? Well, I just wrote a song for you before, right?"

It's not that he doesn't want to sell songs, but he is worried about another point. Lu Wei is very creative. If he is too responsive to her requests, will he suppress her own talent, which will be very regrettable. .

Lu Wei crossed her arms, curved her mouth slightly, and asked, "Why, don't you want to write to me?"

"Ha, that's not true."

"No one has too many truly good songs. Sometimes I am really jealous of your and Zhong Lei's talents, but I believe that singing your songs will give me new insights."

Chen Feng nodded, "That's right. That's good..."

"No, Weiwei, let me write it for you."

At this moment, Zhong Lei came over and said without any doubt: "Chen Feng, you have been busy enough recently. Meng Xiaozhou said you are still writing movie scripts, right?"

Chen Feng originally wanted to say that he only mentioned this matter to Meng Xiaozhou before he had time to start writing, so he was not that busy.

But he took another look at Zhong Lei's eyes and nodded decisively, "Yes, I am indeed writing a script."

"Then it's quite inconvenient for you, because you have Laurelei."

Lu Wei said cheerfully, seemingly without any grudge.

Zhong Lei had just written "Self-Combustion" and took the initiative to write a song for Lu Wei. It was indeed not too presumptuous and even considered asking Lu Wei to be hired by an adult.

But what is inside is not enough for outsiders.

Chen Feng vaguely knew, but he didn't want to care so much.

His heart couldn't hold so many things, especially the love between his children.

Whoever you love goes.

Now Zhong Lei is a fully contracted artist of Xingfeng Entertainment, and all her training and study expenses are borne by Xingfeng Entertainment.

Her creation and song recording costs were also passed on to Xingfeng Entertainment.

Therefore, according to the contract, the copyright of the songs written by Zhong Lei belongs to her, and the other part naturally belongs to Xingfeng Entertainment. Therefore, whether Chen Feng writes the songs himself or Zhong Lei writes the songs for Lu Wei, the company will benefit.

Chen Feng just sighed at the wonder of fate.

In the previous timeline, he had snatched a song written by Zhong Lei for Lu Wei, but after a thousand twists and turns, Zhong Lei still gave it back to her.

However, Chen Feng's sexy tricks never end.

This time, due to his enhanced memory, he came back with a huge library of works.

As a ruthless copycat who specializes in picking off acquaintances, he did not let Lu Wei go because of friendship, but instead took extra care of her.

Lu Wei's creative spurt was during her teenage years. After she turned twenty-five, she only created two true classics.

Chen Feng was all ready to change the subject and sing it to Qin Lu.

The reason he gave himself was very good.

Maybe we can push Lu Wei, who was ranked as a thousand-year-old celebrity, to reach her potential and get into the top 100?

I'm doing good things!

After everything became accustomed to him, Chen Feng's psychological burden became less and less when he performed these operations.

Gradually, he became so arrogant in copying songs that there were no taboos.

At this time, other female singers who followed He Jiaqi to gain popularity finally couldn't bear it anymore.

She raised her hand and asked loudly: "Teacher Chen, what about us? By the short term you just mentioned, how long do you mean? We all want to buy songs too."

Everyone was immediately attentive.

These artists have never cooperated with Xingfeng Entertainment, and their relationship with Chen Feng is not that close.

They can only wave their checks and wait for Teacher Chen to show mercy, so they are particularly concerned about this "short-term" deadline.

In everyone's understanding, usually, the "short term" mentioned by people like Chen Feng should refer to one to two years.

As long as it does not exceed three years, everyone can still accept it, and there is still hope of waiting.

However, what Chen Feng said just now was too fast. It took three days to finish Qin Lu's album, and another three days to finish Ou Junlang's.

This aroused undue covetousness and expectations in everyone's hearts.

Before Chen Feng expressed his stance, he glanced at Zhong Lei a little longer and thought briefly.

Although what he said next was a bit of a slap in the face to Zhong Lei, Chen Feng could not change his plan to cash out and make money as soon as possible.

Chen Feng coughed lightly and said in a melancholy tone: "I've been really busy lately. After finishing the first two albums, I still have to spend ten and a half days writing some movie scripts. It will be twenty days at the earliest before I can start writing more songs. .”

As soon as he said this, the huge banquet hall fell into silence.

Finally Lu Wei broke the silence.

"Then you should write a song for me then, right?"

Chen Feng turned to look at Lu Wei and then at Zhong Lei.

The corner of his eye drifted towards Qin Lu again, "Okay, no problem."

No one knew how many times he had gone through his mind when he said these words.

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