Zhong Lei's condition at this moment seems to be unable to stop anyone.

Lu Wei called a servant and asked the servant to take Zhong Lei to the singing room.

Lu Wei also deliberately ordered the servant to take out her valuable guitar.

As for the piano, there is no need to be deliberately prepared. The singing room is a top Steinway worth more than one million.

Usually, at this time, Lu Wei should go to a simple exercise and then wash and go to bed.

But she still couldn't bear to leave today, and she wanted to see how many surprises Chen Feng would give to people today.

So far, Chen Feng has taken out five new songs at her birthday party.

Each song has excellent quality and can be called a classic work. It can be baptized by time and out of time.

To switch to someone else's head, you only need to write one of them, which will be enough to last a lifetime.

But Chen Feng took it out in one breath, like a cabbage.

If you change to an audience with poor taste, you may gradually feel numb because you have come into contact with too many classic works in a short period of time, and then think that these songs are nothing more than Err.

To digest such a huge amount of information and the charm of classics, ordinary people can only understand why classics are called classics after repeated tastes, forgetting, remembering them again, listening again, and creating new feelings.

But today, even Ou Junlang, who seemed the most unreliable, actually worked hard on music.

It was precisely because everyone knew how to be more shocked.

Chen Li's agent called the boss behind the company to report on the spot and prepared to change the contract.

Ou Junlang on the side was so sour, "Brother, where is mine! Mine! I've called your brother, please help me! I really don't want to go back to take care of the company. I'm not that material, my dad is just messing around."

Lu Wei smiled and said, "Your father, if you want your father to hear this, I'm afraid you'll have to beat you. You're also a graduate of Ivy League and Trade at the Ivy League School. You said you even got the MBA certificate, right? How could it be that material?"

Ou Junlang said angrily: "Let him suck it. What kind of Ivy League school or MBA, I used some tricks to make the old man happy. Everyone has their own ambitions. I lived for the first half of my life to satisfy others. I want to be myself in the second half of my life."

Chen Feng asked in surprise: "Can Ivy League certificates be able to get rid of them?"

Ou Junlang spread his hands, "Of course, it's just a difference between how much money you spend."

Chen Feng said that he was convinced, and he couldn't understand the world of rich people.

"Okay, you're awesome."

"Stop talking about me, just talk about songs. Brother, I beg you, let me make a song too!"

Ou Junlang had no demeanor that a second-generation rich family should have, and his hand was swaying with Chen Feng.

Chen Feng gave him this tongue twister and the shaking attack to make him one big.

He felt a little confused. Anyway, he had already done this today, so he just kept doing it and earned all the money he should make.

"Okay! I'll write for you! I'll write for you now!"

He slapped the table and said.

"Ah? Really? That... Brother Feng, you haven't even listened to my songs yet. You can tell what style I'm suitable for just looking at your face?"

What Chen Feng thought to himself was, I care what style you are like!

There are those three songs by Liang Yuan in my mind!

But his conscience has become so ignorant that there is no moral integrity or moral integrity.

He smiled kindly, "It's not that scary to say that the face looks exaggerated, but I heard you say so much, and the characteristics of your voice have formed a complete framework in my mind, and I can write songs for you."

Ou Junlang sighed: "Is this so? It's amazing my brother!"

He Jiaqi next to him smacked her tongue, "There is a big difference between speaking and singing! Look at me like this, who would have thought that what I am best at is rock."

Chen Feng grinned, "I can only say that this is a feeling. If you ask me what the basis is, I can't say it. Okay, I'll start to write it now. It's still the same rule. After I write it out, Mr. Ou, please listen first, and then decide whether to do it."

Chen Feng deliberately did not raise the price, and Fatty Ou himself should understand.

"I want it! Of course I want it!"

Ou Junlang said firmly.

This time, Chen Feng's speed has improved a lot compared to before. It took less than forty minutes. Three songs were released and he only sang them simply.

Liang Yuan, a singer, has a very literary style, and his core representative works are basically folk songs.

Liang Yuan's classic songs are not as good as Zhong Lei. In a sense, the three songs carefully selected by Chen Feng are not inferior to those of Zhong Lei's representative works.

After all, Liang Yuan established his position as a thousand people a thousand years ago because of these folk songs.

"Folk? So, is the most suitable thing for me?"

Holding the lyrics book in hand, Ou Junlang was stunned and couldn't believe it.

Chen Feng nodded, "I'm afraid you have to make the complete song yourself before you can know the specific effect. You can hum it simply now. But I'm sure that if you want to make a breakthrough in the singer's path, you are indeed the most suitable for these three folk songs."

Ou Junlang really tried to hum a few words.

It’s true, don’t think he looks really bad, he sings very magnetically and is particularly suitable for this literary style of music.

He was determined to be a singer, not just because he had a fever, but because he had some talent, much better than Chen Feng.

After Ou Junlang sang, he asked Lu Wei with some disconfidence, "Sister Weiwei, how do you feel?"

Lu Wei, who was staring at Chen Feng's face, suddenly came back to her senses, "Ah! Very good! Very good!"

"Really?"

"It's true!"

Actually, Lu Wei thinks that she can't tell whether Ou Junlang is really suitable for folk songs.

Perhaps the fundamental reason is that the quality of the song itself is too good, even if it is just a mediocre singer, it can still achieve unexpected results.

However, Lu Wei did not want to undermine Ou Junlang's confidence at this time. She hoped that Chen Feng could start this big business.

"The song is of course impeccable. I have looked at you with admiration again with Teacher Chen."

Lu Wei picked up the notebook without avoiding suspicion and said as she savored it carefully.

She had always thought that Chen Feng could only write female songs, but after these three songs came out, she felt that her judgment was wrong.

The names of these three songs are "The Bed in the Heart", "One Love of the Covered Bridge", and "Flower in the Wind".

Just looking at the song title, you will feel a little sissy.

But the lyrics inside and the charm of Chen Feng humming are not at all beautiful.

With just a little structure in your mind, you can imagine a vicissitudes of love, watching for the perfect woman in your heart.

Everything looks very harmonious, which further proves Chen Feng's talent.

But Lu Wei couldn't help but think of Zhong Lei, who was doing creative work in her own singing room. When she carefully studied the lyrics, her keen intuition told her that these three songs were confessions written by Chen Feng to Zhong Lei.

At this moment, Lu Wei was confused.

Chen Feng gradually shrouded a thick layer of fog in her eyes, which made her unable to understand.

God is pitiful.

Although Chen Feng knew that Liang Yuan, an elderly contestant, did cross the age gap of nine years after becoming famous and chased Zhong Lei, he really didn't understand that these three peak works of Liang Yuan's life were the inspiration that Liang Yuan's love burst out, and it was the love song given to Zhong Lei.

But another Lu Wei, who had also achieved great success, gave the details.

It can only be said that the low artistic taste is harmful.

Lu Wei gave Ou Junlang confidence, and she was worthy of being an authentic god. Young Master Ou immediately expressed his opinion that he had bought these three songs!

Two million each!

Chen Feng pretended to shirk, and Ou Junlang was unswerving and quickly reached a unified opinion.

Ou Junlang's high posture made Chen Li next to him a little embarrassed.

However, Ou Junlang is very good at being a human being and tells the reason why he offered twice the price.

He summarized this way, "Sister Chen Li, I really don't mean to compete with you. You don't know my current situation. I need these three songs too much. Brother Feng is saving my life. Half of the price I offer is to thank Brother Feng for saving his life!"

So, Chen Feng signed a contract with Chen Li and Ou Junlang on the spot, with three songs from one person, and the child’s surrender was not deceived.

However, because the amount involved is too large, Chen Li has to wait until tomorrow to get the brokerage company to transfer money.

Ou Junlang was very straightforward and took out his cell phone on the spot, and with a thud, the transfer was successful.

Chen Feng's expression was calm, but his heart was beating in secret but it was already thundering for two hundred times.

Get six million!

I’ve been a ghost. If I hadn’t been involved in this circle and saw this god, I really wouldn’t know that mobile phone transfers can be such a large amount?

Learned.

Chen Feng arrived quickly, and in just a few seconds, the text message ringtone rang.

Ou Junlang slapped his forehead, "Oh no!"

Chen Feng was startled, "What's wrong?"

"I forgot to pay taxes."
To be continued...