I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

　　 "Then I will not delay your time, please go in."

　　Chen Feng is going to say goodbye.

　　 Zheng Rou didn't seem to want to end the conversation so quickly, and stopped him.

"No, I'm waiting outside. He Jiaqi's agent Mai Hui came out to meet me. Although this person is a bit masculine, Mai Hui is quite enthusiastic, he knows how to do things, and has a wide network of contacts. Mr. Chen, you As a new musician, it’s no harm to know, I will introduce it later."

　　Zheng Rou's curiosity about Chen Feng is based on Lu Wei's evaluation.

　　Since Lu Wei once said that he was gifted, it wouldn't hurt to have more goodwill.

　　Lu Wei, as an artist, is very busy. There was no time for human relations and mood.

　　Zheng Rou is Lu Wei's agent, so she should be responsible for all the trivial matters involving various aspects such as contacts.

　　Chen Feng was surprised when he heard Zheng Rou's comment on Mai Hui.

kind?

　　 Very good at doing things?

　　 Is the Mai Hui I just met another person in a world where life is parallel?

　　 The two were talking, and a sharp shout came from afar.

　　 "Sister Rou!"

　　 looked back at the same time.

　　 Mai Hui's tall, thin figure was standing at the gate of Lemei Bar.

　　 The swing of his right hand was very large, and at the same time he also extended his neck and trot all the way, like the ears of the wheat field in the autumn.

　　Chen Feng looked a little trance.

　　Is this really a person?

　　If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that there would be such a big contrast between the two sides of a person.

　　 But Chen Feng did not intend to deal with this person again. Before the other party ran over, he turned around and condemned Zheng Rou, "Sister Rou, I am embarrassed that I have to leave in a hurry, and I will visit again someday."

　　Zheng Rou saw that he seemed really busy, but he did not stay forever. He responded: "Okay, I wish Mr. Chen a good work soon."

　　 "Thank you."

　　Chen Feng just walked away, Mai Hui has already approached.

　　 "Sister Rou, you said that this big night, you came here hard."

　　 Zheng Rou smiled, "No problem, I'll go in and sit down. By the way, Mr. He is going to participate in a provincial variety show, right?"

　　 "Yes."

"That's it. Tomorrow's program will arrange for seven or eight newcomers to warm up. One of the younger sisters, named Tong Baoer, is my friend's niece. I still need Mr. He to support him in the show. Say two more words, just say whatever you want. It’s convenient for the TV station to give more shots."

　　 This is the real purpose of Zheng Rou's special trip here.

　　Wrist size is one aspect, but this kind of job-seeking can have the opportunity to be interviewed face-to-face, or face-to-face, which is also a courtesy.

　　 Mai Hui nodded again and again, "Since Sister Rou has instructed me, I will go back and emphasize with Jia Qi."

　　Obtained his own requirements. Zheng Rou couldn't help but asked a little more, "The person I just chatted with is called Chen Feng. Do you seem to have a little conflict with him?"

　　Chen Feng thought he was hiding very well, but keen as Zheng Rou looked at his fast-moving appearance, as if afraid of being approached by Mai Hui, this is not annoying for ordinary people.

　　 So now Zheng Rou has a little more mouth, thinking if the conflict is not fierce, he will be a peacemaker.

　　 Mai Hui was at a loss, "Chen Feng? The young man with a guitar who was chatting with you just now? I was just asking you if he was also harassing you, and he was ready to call the security guard."

　　 Zheng Rou was surprised, "Ah? How do you say?"

　　 "Sister Rou, you don't know that this person is neurotic. Jia Qi is still singing on stage, and I'm going to take a break in the background. He stopped the road and said that he wrote a song and wanted to sell it to me. Is it crazy?"

　　Zheng Rou was slightly surprised, "Ah? He wrote another song again?"

　　 "Again?" Mai Hui was keenly aware of what was wrong.

"Well, he wrote a very good new song a few days ago and wanted to sell it to Wei Wei. Wei Wei heard it was not bad, but the style was not very suitable, and he introduced it to others. Unfortunately, he changed his mind later, Not in a line."

　　 This time, Mai Hui's turn was dumbfounded.

　　Mai Hui of course knows that Lu Wei has always created his own, and never considers the work of other producers.

　　Can Lu Wei refuse that Chen Feng's reason is not that the song is not good, but the style is not suitable?

　　Although Lu Wei didn’t buy it himself, he took the initiative to be an introducer, and could better explain the quality of the song.

　　 Is this person's level so high?

　　 Mai Hui quickly asked: "How good is his song?"

Zheng Rou replied: "I can't tell you how specific it is, and I don't understand it well, but Wei Wei said it is good, and it's good. And it also gives me time to keep in touch with him if he writes a suitable Wei. Wei’s songs can also be sold to us. Let’s store them in the music library for the time being.”

　　 hiss hiss!

　　 Mai Hui sucked his breath frantically.

　　 This is really embarrassing.

　　 "Finished, I rejected him just now, the tone is not very good."

　　When Chen Feng was walking downstairs, his phone rang, Zheng Rou called.

　　 Connected.

　　 But it wasn't Zheng Rou who spoke inside, but Mai Hui, a sissy.

　　 "Hello Mr. Chen, this is Mai Hui..."

　　 "I don't sell it anymore, I'm sorry. My work is not mature enough to match it."

　　Chen Feng responded so stiffly, and then hung up.

　　 Half an hour later, the phone rang again, and Zheng Rou called again.

　　 "Mr. Chen is sorry, Mai Huifei wants me to be a peacemaker."

　　 "Ah, it's okay. Sister Rou, you bothered."

　　 "I think it's a trivial matter if the enemy should be settled or not. Otherwise, I'll do something else. I will invite you both to have a meal together. Sit down and have a good chat."

　　Chen Feng smiled across the air, "Sister Rou, you are more attentive. I was too lazy to worry about him. I thought about it before. I really think this new song is not mature enough and needs to be polished."

　　 "Oh, yes, Wei Wei is also surprised that you are releasing a new song so quickly."

　　 talked briefly, hung up the phone, Chen Feng's ordinary but fulfilling day was declared over.

　　Without boredom, he turned on the computer again and listened to "Boring" again before returning to bed to prepare for sleep.

　　If there is no accident, Zhong Lei should be able to meet the person in charge of Kuge tomorrow, and get relatively good conditions, then you can sign the contract.

　　 Hope everything goes well.

　　 Turn off the lights.

　　嘭!

　　 Loud noises from the floor, like something fell on the floor.

　　Chen Feng was shocked, jumped up from the bed, pedaled upstairs, "What's wrong? What happened?"

　　 "Chen Feng! Good news!"

　　 Zhong Lei Meng opened the door.

　　 Holding a phone in her hand, the face was brimming with restraint.

　　 But it is such restraint, but it is more able to tell others about her gaffe, how good the news she has just received is.

　　 The forehead of this clock bud is slightly reddish. I thought that after she got the good news, she planted it from the bed inattentively.

"what news?"

　　Chen Feng asked happily.

　　 Zhong Lei didn't answer, his eyes drifted down.

　　Chen Feng asked, and he was still in place.

　　 It turned out that both of them only wore inner shirts.

　　 Zhong Leihong closed the door again, and Chen Feng fled back downstairs.

　　Wait a few minutes, the two people upstairs and downstairs made things clear on the phone.

　　 It turned out that just now, the employees of Kuge suddenly called her, saying that the supervisor had carefully listened to DEMO of "Boring" and was very satisfied, and decided to give a B-level contract. Just sign the contract tomorrow.

　　 Cool song's copyright license agreement, in addition to special contract specific, the other is divided into ABCD four levels.

　　 The most **** is the D level, which is also the version that Zhong Lei and Chen Feng have been dissatisfied with before, and is specially used to send pure and cute new.

　　 Just a little bit is the C-level, this is what the two have always wanted to fight for.

　　 But I did not expect that the other party was directly given a B grade, which is the highest grade contract that the copyright director can sign.

　　 can sign a B-level contract, usually at least second-line singers.

　　Although I don’t know what happened, Zhong Lei was really happy.

　　Chen Feng also thought that this was gratifying~ www.ltnovel.com~ was excited for almost half an hour before Chen Feng fell asleep.

　　……

　　 "Lee Bing Chen Feng! Get out!"

　　Chen Feng's eyes wide open.

　　Once again, I saw a familiar and unfamiliar scene.

　　 Playground, flying machine, cloudless sky, big clock tower with full sense of science and technology...

　　 also has Ding Hu's "face of disgust" square face.

　　He thought that the telegram turned, and it turned out that another month had passed unconsciously.

　　 I'm dreaming again!

　　 No, I'm back!

　　Start the countdown.

　　 Ten, nine, eight... three, two, one.

　　 "Still in a daze? Give me ten laps around the playground!"

　　 Just after the countdown, Ding Hu joined up again, with the same greasy expression and the same roaring tone.

　　 Once again came to the millennium, as always, starting from the running circle.

　　 Everything is under control.

　　Chen Feng made up his mind.

　　 Things are already clear.

　　 This is the third time, and there will be no more surprises.

　　 Then on the twenty-sixth night of each month, I will inevitably have this dream, and will surely come after a thousand years!

　　The same will happen next month.

　　 Copying songs as a porter can continue.

　　 So this time, as the creator of "Boring", have I left my name after thousands of years?

　　 What about Zhong Lei?

　　 Is she still there?

　　Chen Feng wished to put wings on himself, hurry to fly back to the dormitory area after training, and then use his personal brain to check the situation online.

　　 "Let you run laps, what are you smirking! Run another ten laps! A total of twenty laps!"

　　 Ding Hu's voice floated far away.

　　Chen Feng: Fuck!