I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior

Lu Wei hearing this said with a smile: "Then I will wait for the good news."

She was very happy.

Different from having the chance to make appointments with Chen Feng many times in the past, this time Lu Wei is sincerely looking forward to it.

After that miraculous night, she has a deeper understanding of Chen Feng's abilities.

She has always been extremely confident in her appreciation ability, even more how in recent days "It's Late At Night" and "Dull" have set off a storm in the entire Chinese music scene.

There is even Zhong Lei and her mention on equal terms in the media that is not too big to watch.

Of course, the industry generally believes that Zhong Lei is still a little hotter, because Zhong Lei sings songs written by "others".

But Lu Wei knew that when Zhong Lei came out with the next "Ashes", and superimposed on her achievements in self-writing lyrics, I was afraid that she would be able to catch up with her in popularity.

Lu Wei wasn't jealous of Zhong Lei, but he didn't accept defeat in his heart.

She believes that her performance will not be worse than Zhong Lei.

She is very confident.

In the past, she refused to buy other people's songs. It was not that she had a mental and clean habit and only wanted to sing herself, but the mediocre works of others could hardly impress her.

"Ou Shao, do you have a recording studio here?"

Chen Feng turned to the side and asked.

Ou Junlang responded: "Yes, what's the matter?"

Chen Feng turned to Lu Wei again, "It's better to hit the sun instead of choosing a day, Sister Weiwei, let's go now. Let me play and sing for you first."

"Huh? Already written? Just written again?"

Chen Feng quickly shook his head, "No, just the past few days. I’m free and itchy to write."

"Your output is too high! Chen Feng, it’s not that I said you. Although you have the ability, you can’t consume your own inspiration like this. You always It’s not enough to just produce without paying attention to absorption. And the quality of the works you get out of work will decline."

An hour later, Lu Wei fled, leaving only this sentence. .

"I will release the single first, and the single copyright will be bought out for five years at a cost of two million. The subsequent electronic copyright will be divided into five to five points for me and you. In addition, I will include this song in the next one. In his new album, you can’t collect any more money."

Ou Junlang gulped, "too terrifying. The conditions given by sister Weiwei are higher than me!"

Not only is there a buyout fee of 2 million yuan, there is also a 50-50 share of follow-up copyright income.

Obviously, Lu Wei only cares about making music. He really has no interest in money, and Chen Feng is not willing to take advantage of Chen Feng.

"Very well, this is my next standard charge. Ou Shao, I will tell you a plan..."

About half an hour later, Chen Feng spoke Understood.

Ou Junlang digested it for a while before he said, "Master, what do you mean. You set up a company called Xingfeng. I put out 20 million to join your company and hold 10%. My artist agency appointment is also transferred to Xingfeng. As a personal artist, I have a five-to-five share with the company. Then I find a way to put up the overall framework of Xingfeng. Master, you usually do nothing but write songs. In the future, all my songs will be rounded up by the Master, right?"

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."

He was worried that Ou Junlang would not agree, after all, Ou Junlang In his opinion, the proportion of shares is too low.

"Okay!"

Ou Junlang is simply nodded, "It's not me who blows, I feel that when my new album is released, I will definitely be a hit. The domestic first-line A singer’s annual income can easily break through 50 million. Even if I don’t inherit my dad’s money, I can make a billionaire on my own!" "Well said!"

"Actually, I have received seven or eight songs before, plus the three songs you gave me from Master, which is just enough for an album. Just wait for a good show. !"

Chen Feng grinned and slapped Ou Junlang on the shoulder, "I like your blind and confident taste. I will listen to all the songs you received before."

Another hour passed, Chen Feng put down Daao headphones.

"Master, how?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

"Of course it is the truth."

"If you sing these seven feces, you will be finished."

"There is a song written by sister Weiwei."

"These songs are in general That’s not bad. It’s okay to give some second- and third-tier singers a career masterpiece. But you Ou Junlang is someone who has aspirations. The first album laid the foundation for how high you can reach in your life. If you can’t get a loud enough start. In the future, if you want to climb up again, you have to half the results for twice the effort. Therefore, you must remember the three words firmly. In the future, when you make music, you must not sing. , I can’t masquerade as having an ability.”

Ou Junlang was completely moved by him, “I listen to the Master, then I’ll take a long-term plan and don’t rush to release an album.”

Chen Feng shook his head, took out a notebook from behind and took a picture in front of Ou Junlang, "Here you are. Now you are an artist of our company, and the copyright of your songs are all company assets, so I won't charge you any copyright fees."

"What is this?"

"The seven new songs I wrote for you, practice them well, and you will learn them in three days. I will check them when the time comes."

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"WTF!"

Ou Junlang's mentality collapsed.

Anyway, it is enough to shock the world, Chen Feng does not intend to keep a low profile in front of others.

He has a showdown, I am a genius.

He unscrupulously swayed his "talent", and he stood still as he did not move any other people to worship.

After fiercely calmed Ou Junlang, Chen Feng walked away with his hands in his pockets.

Later in the afternoon, the two completed the company registration very quickly, and then Chen Feng really became an arm-flinging shopkeeper.

Ou Junlang hesitated several times.

He wants to talk about these seven songs with his cheap Master.

It's too terrifying too! How did you write it in just a few days!

Are you still a human!

Unfortunately, Chen Feng doesn't seem to have much fun, and is too calm.

I can’t blame him for pretending that on purpose.

He is also very sorry in his heart.

The seven songs I gave to Ou Junlang are still by folk singer Liang Yuan who has achieved extremely high achievements in a certain timeline.

That is the master who once chased Zhong Lei.

Chen Feng emptied a total of ten masterpieces that people have worked so hard to create all his life. It's almost a bandit entering the village even chicken and dog doesn't remain.

His behavior was so cruel that he himself was a bit sorry, and his conscience was uneasy. After returning home, he counted the money for a long time before he calmed down.

Liang Yuan Old Brother, don't blame me for being ruthless, it's all for the rise of mankind.

Three days later, Chen Feng checked and accepted Ou Junlang's practice.

Although this fatty is about zero in creative talent and looks completely unphotogenic, the amazing thing is that his voice really has a bit of skill, his musicality is great, and he learns songs very quickly.

The version he deduced is slightly different from the original version of Liang Yuan, but the difference is not big and it is still tolerable.

"Yes, I will practice for two more days, and then officially start recording. Now we are still a leather bag company, we have nothing. For the time being, please borrow more resources from your side. When you look back, you will be as soon as possible. Set up the venue."

Ou Junlang nodded, but hesitated.

"Are there any difficulties? Xingfeng Entertainment's startup funds are not enough?"

Chen Feng asked.

Ou Junlang shook his head, "It's not. The money is okay, I have enough."

"Then the problem is with people?"

"Hmm , The grassroots employees are easy to find. Many people on my side are willing to change the environment. But a professional manager who can help control the overall situation is very rare. After all, we both have to be arm-flinging shopkeepers, so this person must have both the ability and I can trust it. My dad is unwilling to give me his senior executives. Besides, the industry is not right, and I can’t fight it. It’s not appropriate for me to ask for it. It’s not easy."

Chen Feng thought for a while, and his name popped up in his mind, "I have a personal choice."

"Who?"

"Meng Xiaozhou."

"He? Isn't he? Others are going to be executives of listed companies. Will they come to our newly built temple?"

Chen Feng asked, "You are not good at your ability Confidence, or not confident in my creative talent? Xingfeng is now a small temple, and next year it will be the Great Thunder Sound Temple!"

Fatty Ou agrees, "That's right."

Chen Feng has great confidence in the success of digging corners.

Because Meng Xiaozhou owes favor to others, he is now anxiously wanting to pay it back.

Meng Xiaozhou’s money, Chen Feng does not intend to ask for it, and at the same time, the salary that should be paid to others must be no less, according to market standards.

Chen Feng when the time comes puts forward the conditions, he will make it clear that if you really want to return my favor, then come and help me.

It is not important that money is not money, I am not short of money.

The important thing is you, I want.