I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 149: Dawn

Since then, a heated discussion has erupted in the private room of this upscale private restaurant.

Chen Feng acts as an intermediary and is responsible for attracting and controlling the overall situation.

Lei Zhong explained this discussion from an artistic perspective of sound, while Ryan explained it from a scientific perspective.

The crowd began to focus on the influence of sound on people's thinking, and then discussed the possibility of sound controlling the secretion of neurotransmitters such as hormones and dopamine in a more refined manner.

This is a huge subject, and the three discussed it extensively and precisely.

Although Zhong Lei has never been arrogant, Chen Feng knows that she is now the most gifted voice player in the world.

Ryan is no less capable.

He's very broad, and even more terrifying, is almost all proficient.

Although his achievements in other subjects are not as good as his quintessence in mathematics and applied physics, he has also reached the level of a university lecturer.

Ryan's potential can reach the kind of all-round scientist that is almost impossible to be born in later generations, a great master.

Zhong Lei: "Sound is a kind of wave, and this wave can cause the brain to resonate and secrete substances..."

"Yes, but we have to go back to the perspective of the human body to analyze. What kind of wavelengths and frequencies can promote the secretion of what neurotransmitters? The human body's neurotransmitters include... The human brain is responsible for different emotions and The functional part is...the way these transmitters travel from birth to travel down the nerve to transmit information is..."

After hearing this, Chen Feng was almost stunned.

He has learned esoteric technology after 800 years, but he has not learned very well, and there are hundreds of years of knowledge gaps in the middle.

The two ends can't be connected, and neither can he.

But he doesn't care much, he doesn't need to understand, it's enough for the two of them to understand.

On the way, the waiter came over and told them that the restaurant was closing.

Chen Feng paid $50,000 to make the waiter and his boss work overtime decisively.

This big discussion continued until 3:40 in the morning.

Ryan returned to Beverly Hills still, while Chen Feng and Zhong Lei took a helicopter back to the vicinity of Mason College.

Zhong Lei didn't speak much the whole time, obviously she was still immersed in the heated discussion just now.

When Chen Feng sent her downstairs to the dormitory and was about to go upstairs, she suddenly regained her senses and looked back at Chen Feng with sharp eyes.

"Wait, I know it's hard, but I'll succeed! I'm waiting for the day when you chase me back, and then I must reject you three times before agreeing!"

Chen Feng smiled.

"Then you have to work hard. We only have a few decades to wait."

"Bullshit!"

Zhong Lei turned around, akimbo, took firm steps, and went upstairs.

Chen Feng shook his head with a smile and walked back with a happy mood.

Now he's incredibly grateful for his decision to save Ryan.

What matters most in the 21st century?

Talent!

What kind of talent is most important?

The talent that can be used for me!

He knew what he was doing.

Relying both by chance and by himself to save lives twice, he kept the important fire.

He fishes Ryan out from under the coffin board.

He dragged two people who were completely unrelated and impossible to meet to his side.

One is a top ten artist in the millennium, and the other is a top scientist who died young, but whose talent limit seems to be comparable to Sergey.

Now these two capable leaders are in their prime, their most agile thinking, and their most creative stages.

In addition, he also found a perfect occasion, brewing a perfect atmosphere, so that the two people in each other's competition, each burst out the strongest fighting spirit.

Of course, it's mainly Zhong Lei's dissatisfaction.

She refuses to accept the "rival".

This has nothing to do with Chen Feng's explanation or not.

Anyway, she was very unhappy when she looked at Ryan, feeling that this person was robbing her of a man.

As for Ryan, he may be a bit low in emotional intelligence, and he didn't notice Zhong Lei's hostility, but his scientific literacy and instinct as a scholar will make him involuntarily arise when facing doubts and scientific discussions The corresponding independent thinking, and express their own positions and views.

When the two of them were discussing, Chen Feng seemed to see the lightning sparks from the collision of thoughts at the dinner table.

The sparks of these two people converged on their own conductor.

What's even better is that Ryan was thoroughly intrigued by Chen Feng's great idea.

When the discussion came to an end, he was still unfinished.

Ryan said to Chen Feng: "Chen Feng, I always thought you were just a music producer. Now I want to apologize to you. Your pursuit is too great! I would like to be a follower of your philosophy like Zhong Lei. If a song like this can really be created, then we can selectively provide it to a specific audience. We can make those who focus more attentive and those who are motivated to be more motivated! This is very important for the development of human civilization. Great help!"

Chen Feng nodded first.

He remembered the cruel survival of the fittest model a thousand years later.

He said tentatively: "Actually, there is no need to choose an audience? Can you also listen to everyone? Let the decadent people who are wasting time become more decadent, so they can be eliminated earlier, which is good for civilization, right?"

Ryan pondered for a moment, neither agreeing nor refuting, but said, "That's another subject. I don't have enough knowledge in anthropology to be sure whether stripping diversity will end up being good or bad. ."

Chen Feng nodded and stopped asking.

This question, after thousands of years, has not been able to get the correct answer.

Of course, the situation Ryan envisioned would only cause trouble for the first five hundred years.

If it can be done, then after 500 years, it must be broadcast indiscriminately on all channels, so that everyone can listen.

At that time, I didn't seek merit but no fault. As long as the penetration of "Song of the World" could be eliminated and the creativity of human beings maintained, it would be a great achievement.

Because of the breakthrough, in the next few days, Chen Feng did not rush to return to China, but stayed in Los Angeles for a long time, only remotely controlling domestic movements.

This is very hard for Meng Xiaozhou. After a while, he has to take charge of the overall situation in China, and in a blink of an eye, he has come to Los Angeles to do a big business selling songs and earning dollars.

But Meng Xiaozhou did not complain, but enjoyed it.

Lao Meng is also a man of great aspirations.

He joined Star Peak Entertainment to pay back his favor, but he didn't want to be used for overkill.

Nowadays, Chen Feng's steps are so fast and big, and the company is advancing by leaps and bounds. Although he is tired, he has the refreshing feeling of being able to show his talents.

Meng Xiaozhou is not afraid of being tired, but he is afraid that he will not be able to fulfill his ambitions.

Chen Feng maintained the frequency of every other day and personally hosted a discussion on the two great geniuses.

The occasions where the three discussed issues changed from the dining room to the acoustic laboratory, the piano room, the university classroom, the performance scene in the concert hall, the class of Professor Mason, and so on.

Whenever Zhong Lei and Ryan have irreconcilable differences on a certain issue, Chen Feng will be the judge by feeling.

Things are moving forward slowly, firmly.

Chen Feng's eyes seemed to be able to see through the fog and see the real battle song that belonged to human beings beckoning to him.

It was a dawn that ~IndoMTL.com~ created with his own hands.

He planted seeds that he hoped would bear fruit in the future.

On the afternoon of March 25, 2020, I first went to the airport to say goodbye to Ryan, who was about to fly to Boston and returned to the laboratory. Chen Feng returned to the hotel and wrote hard in his room.

In front of him is a gilded notebook, exquisitely crafted, the size of a palm.

The pen he used to write was the kind of special pointed core pen, the ink can last for more than a hundred years without fading.

The paper of the notebook is also of special quality and, with proper sealing, can last for three hundred years without humifying.

Yes, he's writing tips for himself in the upcoming "Virtual Timeline".

This was the plan he made early in the morning.

Now that the crossing is imminent, it's time to finish.