I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 21: Sudden good news

"Then I won't waste your time, Sister Rou, go in quickly."

Chen Feng gestured to leave.

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

"No, I'll be waiting outside. He Jiaqi's agent, Mai Hui, came out to see me. Although Mai Hui is a bit girly, he is quite enthusiastic, very good at doing things, and has a wide network of contacts in the circle. Mr. Chen, as a new musician, there is no harm in getting to know you, I will introduce you later."

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

Since Lu Wei once said that he is talented, there is no harm in forming so many good relationships.

As an artist, Lu Wei is very busy, and she doesn't have the time to communicate with people, and she doesn't have the mood.

Zheng Rou is Lu Wei's manager, so she should be responsible for all the trivial matters involving personal connections.

Chen Feng was shocked when he heard Zheng Rou's evaluation of Mai Hui.

Very enthusiastic?

Are you good at doing things?

Is that Mai Hui I met just now another person in a parallel world?

The two were chatting when a sharp shout came from a distance.

"Sister Rou!"

Both of them looked back at the same time.

Mai Hui's tall, thin figure is standing at the entrance of Le Mei Bar.

His right hand waved wildly, and at the same time he stretched his neck, trotting all the way, like tassels fluttering in the wind in an autumn wheat field.

Chen Feng's expression was a little dazed.

Is this really a person?

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

But Chen Feng didn't plan to deal with this person anymore. Before the other party ran over, he turned around and apologized to Zheng Rou, "Sister Rou, I'm sorry, I left in a hurry, and I'll visit again when I have a chance another day."

Seeing that he seems to be really busy, Zheng Rou did not insist on staying, and replied: "Okay, I wish Mr. Chen another good work as soon as possible."

"Thank you."

Just as Chen Feng walked away, Mai Hui had already approached.

"Sister Rou, you said it was a big night, you came here after hard work."

Zheng Rou smiled, "It's okay, I'll go in and sit too. By the way, Mr. He is going to participate in a provincial variety show tomorrow, right?"

"That's right."

"It's like this. In tomorrow's program, the TV station will arrange seven or eight new people to warm up. Among them, a little sister named Tong Baoer is my friend's niece. At that time, I still need a lot of support from Teacher He. In the program Talk to Tong Baoer a little bit more, just say anything. It's convenient for the TV station to give more shots."

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

The size of the wrist is one aspect, but it is not a loss of etiquette to have the opportunity to have a face-to-face interview or face-to-face interview for this kind of thing.

Mai Hui nodded again and again, "Since Sister Rou ordered, I'll go back and emphasize it to Jia Qi."

After her request was fulfilled, Zheng Rou couldn't help but asked one more question, "The person I chatted with just now is called Chen Feng. You seem to be at odds with him?"

Chen Feng thought that he was well hidden, but he was as keen as Zheng Rou to see him walking so fast, as if he was afraid of being approached by Mai Hui. This is not annoying in general.

So now, Zheng Rou talks a little bit more, thinking that if the conflict is not fierce, she will be a peacemaker.

Mai Hui was at a loss, "Chen Feng? That young man with the guitar who was chatting with you just now? I was just about to ask you if he was harassing you, and he was going to call the security guard."

Zheng Rou was stunned, "Ah? What do you say?"

"Sister Rou, you don't know how crazy this person is. Jia Qi is still singing on stage. I was going to go back to the backstage for a rest. He directly blocked the road and said that he wrote a song and wanted to sell it to me. He was crazy. ."

Zheng Rou was slightly surprised, "Ah? He has written another song?"

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

"Well, he wrote a very good new song some time ago and wanted to sell it to Weiwei. Weiwei listened to it well, but the style didn't fit very well, so she introduced it to others. It's a pity that he changed it himself. I have an idea, but there is no line."

This time, it was Mai Hui's turn to be dumbfounded.

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

But the reason why Lu Wei rejected Chen Feng wasn't because the song was not good, but because the style didn't fit?

And although Lu Wei didn't buy it herself, she took the initiative to be an introducer, which can better explain the quality of the song.

Is this person really that high?

Mai Hui hurriedly asked, "How good are his songs?"

Zheng Rou replied: "I can't say how good it is, and I don't understand it very well, but Weiwei said it's good, then it's good. He also gave me time to keep in touch with him, if he writes again If you can make a song suitable for Weiwei, you can also sell it to us, we will temporarily store it in the music library.”

Fizz!

Mai Hui gasped frantically.

This is really embarrassing.

"Damn, I rejected him just now, and the tone wasn't very good."

When Chen Feng was about to walk downstairs, the phone rang. It was Zheng Rou.

Connect.

But it's not Zheng Rou who speaks, but Mai Hui, a sissy.

"Hello Mr. Chen, I'm Mai Hui..."

"Not for sale, sorry. My work is not mature enough to deserve it."

Chen Feng replied so bluntly, then hung up the phone.

Another half an hour passed, the phone rang again, and it was Zheng Rou again.

"Sorry, Mr. Chen, Mai Hui insists on making me a peacemaker."

"Ah, it's alright. Sister Rou, you have to worry about it."

"I do think that it's a trivial matter that it's better to resolve an enemy than to end it. Otherwise, I'll be the host someday, and I'll invite the two of you to have a meal together and sit down and have a good chat."

Chen Feng smiled, "Sister Rou, you are too careless. I don't bother to bother with him. I thought about it carefully before, and I really feel that this new song is not mature enough and needs to be polished."

"Oh, yes, Vivi is also surprised that you released a new song so quickly."

After a simple chat and hung up the phone, Chen Feng's ordinary but fulfilling day came to an end.

Being bored, he turned on the computer again, listened to "Boring" again, and then went back to bed to go to sleep.

If nothing happens, Zhong Lei should be able to see the person in charge of Kuge tomorrow, and if she gets relatively good conditions, she can sign the contract.

Hope everything goes well.

Turn off the lights.

Boom!

There was a loud noise from upstairs, as if something had fallen to the floor.

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

"Chen Feng! Good news!"

Zhong Lei suddenly opened the door.

She holds the phone in her hand, with restrained joy on her face.

But it is this kind of restraint that can tell others about her gaffe and how amazing the good news she just got.

This clock lei's forehead is slightly red, thinking that she accidentally fell from the bed after she got the good news just now.

"What news?"

Chen Feng asked happily.

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

After Chen Feng asked, he was stunned.

It turns out that both of them were only wearing underwear.

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

Wait for a few minutes before the two people upstairs and downstairs made it clear on the phone.

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

Kuge's copyright authorization contract is divided into four levels, ABCD, except for special special contracts.

The most **** is the D-level, which is also the version that Zhong Lei and Chen Feng have been dissatisfied with before.

The next one is C rank, which is what the two of them have always wanted to fight for.

But I didn't expect that the other party actually gave the B-level contract directly. This is the highest-level contract that the copyright manager can personally sign.

Those who can sign B-level contracts are usually at least second-tier singers.

Although I don't know what happened, Zhong Lei is really happy.

Chen Feng also thought it was a good thing to congratulate ~IndoMTL.com~ was excited for about half an hour before Chen Feng fell asleep.

…

"Private Chen Feng! Get out!"

Chen Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

Once again, I saw a familiar and unfamiliar scene.

Playground, aircraft, cloudless sky, big clock tower full of technology...

And Ding Hu's "disgusting" square face.

His thoughts turned, and it turned out that another month had passed before he knew it.

I'm dreaming again!

No, I'm back!

The countdown begins.

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

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

As soon as the countdown ended, Ding Hu came up again, with the same hideous expression and the same roaring tone.

Once again, after a thousand years, it starts with running a circle as always.

Everything is under control.

Chen Feng secretly made up his mind.

Things are about to become clear.

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

Then on the 26th night of every month, I will have this dream, and it will definitely come a thousand years later!

The same will happen next month.

Copying songs to be a porter can continue.

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

Where is Zhong Lei?

Is she still there?

Chen Feng can't wait to put wings on himself, and quickly fly back to the dormitory area after training, and then use his personal brain to surf the Internet to check the situation.

"Let you run laps, why are you smirking! Another ten laps! Twenty laps total!"

Ding Hu's voice drifted far away.

Chen Feng: Fuck!