I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior

After waiting for about two or three hours, on the way Chen Feng came home from work, Zheng Rou called.

"Mr. Chen, Chen Li thinks your song is not bad. If your content can maintain this level, she is willing to buy out the copyright of this song for 200,000 yuan."

"Ah, I see, many thanks Sister Rou."

"Well, the other party’s price is like this. It’s not a high price, but it’s not a big price for new music producers. Yes, if you want to sell it, you can think about it yourself. Just give me an answer tomorrow."

Chen Feng nodded, "Okay."

"Well, that's nothing. I will hang up first."

Hang up, Chen Feng was not cheering excitedly as expected.

It's obviously a good thing, he doesn't know what's wrong.

200,000 yuan, almost two or three years of his salary, plus savings, he can even down payment for a small apartment in the suburbs of Hanzhou.

But what is strange is that his heart is empty, not satisfied and fulfilled.

Ask yourself, Chen Feng feels that he is not a good person.

If you don’t know Zhong Lei, if your relationship with Zhong Lei doesn’t change at all, if you didn’t hear her sobbing yesterday, then Chen Feng would probably be able to sell the song without any psychological barriers.

There are not so many ifs.

He can't fool himself.

People in the world always have the illusion that when they see the wicked live well, they always think that they can easily become a wicked person, and then live better than the wicked, but they disdain to be bad.

But when things came, Chen Feng realized that being a bad person is actually not as easy as he thought.

It may seem simple to deceive yourself, but in fact it is the hardest thing in the world, which also requires innate talent.

In the evening, Chen Feng and Zhong Lei were sitting together in the Chuanchuanxiang shop at the gate of Weston Community.

This meal is a treat by Chen Feng, which is a celebration of the success of selling songs.

However, there is no festive atmosphere at the dinner table, but rather dull.

If a man and a woman eat together, as long as there is one who is not good at dealing with the opposite sex, it is easy to be cold, let alone both.

There is also an advantage, at least both of them are very comfortable with this situation.

Although it looks strange to others, the two of them feel at ease.

Just eat when you eat. What day to talk about.

Zhong Lei finally spoke first.

She raised her teacup, and squeezed a smile from the corner of her mouth, "Congratulations on your success in selling songs. Although Chen Li is not a big-name player, she is also a strong singer and has many fans. When this time is finished, In the future, you can seriously consider changing careers. With your talents, you can eat this meal."

Chen Feng really wants to tell her that you don't want to force a smile.

You are a singer, not an actor.

As long as I am not blind, I can see your duplicity.

Chen Feng: "Then I first thank you for your good words. What do you plan to do next?"

Zhong Lei pondered for a few seconds, "I'll go home in a few days. , I may not come to Hanzhou in the future. When the time comes my house, please help me withdraw it. Anyway, this is your own business."

"Is it like this?"

"en. ”

Chen Feng clearly remembered that she had been living in Hanzhou a few years before Zhong Lei became famous.

If she leaves now, it means that her life has undergone a major turning point, and it is uncertain whether she will become the one in history in the future.

No, I have to find a way to prevent her from defeating Hanzhou.

"By the way, I have something to confess with you. Actually, I came back from work yesterday and heard you practice singing."

"What! What else did you hear? "

Chen Feng forced no expression on his face, "No, it's just a song."

"And then?"

"You sing really well."

"Many thanks." Zhong Lei is not too humble. She knows her level very well.

Compared to those famous singers, she is not inferior to her strength, but a suitable opportunity.

"Also, I found that you added a melody based on the demo I sang. Why didn't you record it?"

Zhong Lei was taken aback at first.

She really wants to expose Chen Feng.

When I practiced the song yesterday, I obviously only put the new melody in it when I lost control of my emotions for the last time.

How could he only hear the song? He must have heard his own cry!

Damn it.

At this time, smart people will pretend to be crazy and stupid, pretending that nothing happened, but Zhong Lei doesn't pretend very much. She feels a little bit ashamed, and immediately expresses unhappiness on her face.

She said dullly: "This is your song, I don't want to add things rashly."

"But I think the melody you added is very good, so the follow-up I plan to use the rhythm you sang at the time."

Zhong Lei resolutely refused, "How can this work! This will ruin the coordination of your entire song. Everyone has a different creative style. You If you use mine, you won't be able to coordinate."

Chen Feng wanted to laugh, make trouble, you think so much, and you are so humble.

It's all yours!

"No, you add this paragraph completely in line with the feeling I want. I have already decided. I think it will make this song better, even if you disagree."

Chen Feng said firmly.

It’s noisy, the original rhythm is like this.

Don't use this, let him change it.

If you don't let it use it, you won't let it play.

"You..."

Zhong Lei was a little angry.

She wanted to say that it was my inspiration, how can you do it?

But she changed her mind again, that her inspiration is based on the foundation laid by Chen Feng, and in a sense, it is indeed Chen Feng's intellectual property.

"This is what I planned for the two hundred thousand. Since you have used your melody, you don’t need to pay for the demo, but I have to divide you a sum of money, just... fifty thousand. "

Chen Feng felt a little painful when he said this.

But this way, he felt a little more comfortable, and allowed her to earn 50,000 yuan, which would probably keep her in Hanzhou.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Lei suddenly exploded.

Her voice is a little out of control loudly shouted: "No! I don’t want your money!"

Her voice is so loud that the others in Chuanchuanxiang shop couldn’t help but turn their heads. It seems from here.

The raging gossip fire emerged from the hearts of the diners.

The expressions in the eyes of the two people became very connotative.

tsk tsk, this man doesn't look like a rich man.

This girl doesn't want money from him, probably because there is too little money.

Chen Feng and Zhong Lei noticed the strange gazes of others. Chen Feng was a little embarrassed, but Zhong Lei didn't care.

Chen Feng continued to gritted his teeth and said: "No, this is what you deserve, what do you and I reject."

"Enough! I said I don't want your charity and Sympathy."

After saying that, Zhong Lei threw down his bowl and chopsticks and got up and left.

When Chen Feng checked out and chased it out, she had disappeared.

This person is really inexplicable stubbornness. No wonder she will be single for a lifetime in another timeline. It really deserves it.

When he got home, he went to knock on Zhong Lei's door again.

There was a grumpy shout from inside.

"You helped me before. I also sang the demo for you. Now we are clear, you don’t owe me anything, and I don’t owe you anything. What I want to do is my business , Don’t need you to care. Don’t bother me anymore, or I’ll really complain to you."

Chen Feng thinks that he gave Zhong Lei the same amount of money in exchange, and that’s because of the songbook "Bored" It's hers.

But Zhong Lei didn't know about it.

She thinks she just wrote a little melody, and Chen Feng will divide it for herself.

He is obviously charity, he looks down on himself.

He is no different from those men who want to support themselves.

Rather than making the trouble more violent in the future, it is better to draw a clear line earlier.

She is back to the unorthodox where oil and salt don’t get in. Chen Feng doesn’t know what to say, and simply leaves.

Back to the room, Chen Feng picked up the guitar in boredom and gently played the prelude to "It's Late At Night".

Just like the name of the song, the lights are indeed beginning to shine outside at this time. Chen Feng put down the guitar and looked out the window.

He is considering a problem very seriously and seriously.

Zheng Rou said that Chen Li would reply tomorrow, and that he had to make the final decision tonight.

Sell or not?

Selling songs was his original intention, and he has worked hard for it for more than two weeks.

He has gone through a lot of setbacks. He thought it would not be possible, but mountain road twists around each new peak, every cloud has a silver lining.

Now he only needs to nod his head and it will be done.

But when things came, he hesitated again.