I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 194: Familiar recipe

"Dark Edge" is Zhong Lei's fourth heavyweight work after "Burning Fire", "Self Burning" and "Moror Wind".

She doesn't feel very proud.

Today's "Dark Edge" is not a finished product, just a coherent melody and relatively rough lyrics in Zhong Lei's opinion.

She just couldn't restrain her inner excitement and was eager to share it as soon as possible, so she got the treasure in front of Chen Feng, just wanted to get his simple praise.

Because Zhong Lei is very clear, even if she strives for perfection and completes "Dark Edge" to the extreme, it will only be comparable to the seven songs Chen Feng gave her, including "Yuan Wang".

She didn't dare to be arrogant, after all, how could the light of rice grains dare to compete with Haoyue.

After she went back last night, she first kept reminiscing about the seven songs in her heart, and the more she thought about it, the more shocked she became.

The layered and interlocking melody is exquisite and full of vigour.

The kind of spirit that lives in the mortal world, but has a thousand years of heart, trying to shoulder the prosperity of mankind.

The countless creative ideas hidden in the "Seven Swords Divine Comedy", the bursting inspiration that went straight to Xiao Han was not clearly identified by her, but it skipped the stage of logic and penetrated her heart like a The seeds lay in ambush in her heart, taking root and sprouting.

At the same time as the seeds broke out, they stubbornly smashed some hard shells covering the surface of her mind.

When Clock Lei suddenly felt her heart was beating wildly.

She has a surging river in her heart, and her violent emotions need to be expressed urgently. All kinds of melodies in her mind are like tigers coming out of the gate, and they finally jumped out of the paper, which became the prototype of "Dark Edge".

In this song, she vented her admiration for Chen Feng to the extreme, and crazily praised Chen Feng's extraordinary talent and shocking feelings.

A long time passed, Zhong Lei held down the strings, put down the guitar, blushed and asked Chen Feng, "How is it?"

Chen Feng fell into a long silence.

He has tasted countless songs. After becoming a galactic human being, his own thinking and the mysteries of the universe are more closely connected at the subconscious level. Therefore, his current appreciation ability is worthy of the title of Master Chen Feng.

He came out.

There is an unstoppable spirit in the song, which can make the listeners have a strong resonance and a clearer understanding of their own talents.

Different from the indiscriminate sweeps of Bathing Fire, Burning Yourself, and Morrowind.

Estimated to be only five minutes in length, "The Hard-edged" can make those who truly have talent become more confident, but also more paranoid, and unconsciously generate greater ambition and fighting spirit.

However, when the mediocre hear this song, they will only nod their heads and sigh with emotion.

"Oh, that's a good song."

That's all.

In a way, the realm of this song is a bit selfish and doesn't do much for the mediocre.

But don't blame Zhong Lei.

Because the object of her songwriting is the "God" in her heart.

When she burst into inspiration and creation, she didn't think about mortals at all.

Chen Feng didn't make a statement, Zhong Lei was a little uneasy.

Alas, I've tried so hard, but I still can't impress him quickly.

You are so strict.

Chen Feng suddenly stretched out his hand and gently stroked her face, "Zhong Lei, thank you for the song you wrote for me, it's very good."

He tried his best to restrain his emotions, which was very effective.

"No thanks! I'll let you know when I'm done!"

Zhong Lei was immediately shy, picked up her things and ran out.

Then she turned back and waved her fist, "Although we haven't established a relationship yet, you and Ryan pay attention to me."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head and rushed out the door, almost bumping into one of the two plainclothes female bodyguards who were patrolling the door.

Chen Feng smiled and sat back on the bed again, stunned.

He changed tactics again.

Previously, he had planned to find a way to regularly play "Morrowind" for twenty years from 2500 to 2520, and then turn it off.

But the last time it was successfully broadcast was the credit of the eccentric Franky, who was born by chance.

It's easier said than done to turn it off after 20 years of airing?

Even if he pretends to be a prophet to write tips, it may not be easy.

If the world is really so obedient, Chen Feng probably only needs to learn from the failed prophet Nostradamus and write a long book of prophecies.

It's alright now, Zhong Lei has made "Dark Edge" again.

Then there is no need to close Morrowind.

In the next millennium, there will be people who will experience the power of Hard Disclosed, especially the brightest minds.

These are people who easily resonate strongly with this song and are inspired by it.

Then, the possibility of history giving birth to the great leaders that Chen Feng wanted has increased by one point.

Chen Feng is even more jealous of Zhong Lei.

I worked so hard to become a galactic human being that I achieved what I have achieved today, and that I dared to say that my journey was a sea of ​​stars and seas.

She's fine.

In this small space, in the short two-point line between Mason College and the hotel, in the short time line of three days and three nights, she once again used the strings in her hand to radiate for thousands of years.

You're going to fly!

You want to soar across the universe and ride the dust!

After packing up and walking out of the hotel room, Chen Feng called the two heavily hired bodyguards.

An unremarkable black aunt and a beautiful white girl with a stylish and athletic figure stood up from the window of the cafeteria.

Looking up where the two were drinking coffee, they could see the only gate of Mason College.

Chen Feng originally planned to live here until Zhong Lei completed her studies at Mason College, but now she has to go back due to a temporary emergency.

The harassment of the Heavenly King Xi Lei a few days ago sounded a wake-up call to Chen Feng. After all, this is not a domestic country, it is the United States that is legal, so be careful to sail the boat for thousands of years.

He first told Zhong Lei that if he wasn't here, he should never take a half step out of Mason College.

Although Zhong Lei was puzzled, she obediently agreed.

This is not the end, Chen Feng has spent a lot of money to invite these two black and white Shuangsha with different styles from the top three security companies in the United States.

Why not hire a male bodyguard?

Can male bodyguards follow up on women's toilets?

"Hello, Mr. Chen."

"Hi, boss."

Chen Feng nodded and said, "You are one of the best bodyguards in the United States. Professionally, I believe in your abilities. But I have to stress again that I am a very demanding perfectionist. I hope you are worthy of my every effort. $200,000 monthly salary.”

"Good Mr. Chen."

"No problem boss, are you going to the airport? Do you need me to **** you?"

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "As I said, you are only responsible for her safety, which is the real perfection. As for my safety? In this world, no one can hurt me, so you don't need to worry about it."

After speaking, Chen Feng left.

Galactic humans, that's how bloated.

The feeling of invincibility is so ordinary and boring.

Boom!

He then kicked his toe on the marble threshold outside the hotel's gate.

Hiss...

This breaking the threshold is simply not human!

Seeing Chen Feng jumping up and down, the black buddy driver standing at the door of the commercial car whistled, "Mr. Chen, you are really active."

Chen Feng glared at him angrily, got in the car, "Shut up Paul. How about the house that I want you to pay attention to?"

This black guy is the driver Chen Feng drove for him when he came here, Paul Powell, a part-time L.A. real estate agent who calls himself a top ten.

"Sorry Mr. Chen, your demands are too high. No billionaires have recently sold his properties."

"Okay, don't worry, this is my CEO Meng Xiaozhou's phone number. You save it and contact him when you have a suitable house."

"Okay."

Arrive at the airport and get off.

Ryan was talking with several Chinese in suits outside the airport lobby.

This is why Chen Feng had to return to China.

Ryan wants to move forward with the U.S.-China project that he himself had previously matched.

Roerle had always wanted to promote Sino-US cooperation.

After escaping from life and death, Roller's impression of Chen Feng and China is even better.

So he made a decision in the hospital, changed the terms of cooperation again, made greater concessions, allowed the joint venture established by the two parties in the United States to be controlled by the Chinese side, and agreed not to set up a labor union.

The rules of cooperation between the two parties have undergone major changes. As the intermediary, Ryan and relevant domestic leaders have to go back to participate in high-level consultations and promote the progress of the project.

Chen Feng thought that he couldn't miss the opportunity, and just hurried back to drag Ryan into the upcoming cooperation between himself and Ouhe Group.

Ryan was only happy to be on the same plane with Chen Feng and had a lot of time to communicate, but he didn't expect that Chen Feng's abacus was always cracking.

After getting on the plane, he changed seats with the domestic officials, and Chen Feng sat next to Ryan.

The two first talked a lot about the Morrowind project.

In the past few days, Zhong Lei and Chen Feng have entered the country by leaps and bounds, and Ryan has not been idle in Boston alone. In addition to completing his own work~IndoMTL.com~, he spent a lot of thought and made up a lot about acoustics and biology. Knowledge of science and psychology.

Chen Feng was very pleased with this.

Because in the next fifty years or so, Zhong Lei did not complete Morrowind completely independently.

In addition to Master Chen's beating of gongs and drums to boost morale, Ryan's academic support also played a huge role in helping to eliminate wrong answers.

After chatting about "Mororwind", Chen Feng pretended to have no intention and asked, "How many days are you going to stay in the capital this time?"

Ryan doesn't have to look at the schedule, "Twenty days. After the model changes, both parties will have to invest additionally, and the factory drawings need to be redrawn. I have to follow up on the progress, so I will participate in the nine-day work at the Industrial Design Institute of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Then I will participate in some longitudinal research in applied physics as a visiting professor at Tsinghua University."

"Then you're going home?"

Ryan nodded, "Yes. Things on this side of Boston need a complete finish."

Chen Feng suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at Ryan with his old silver coins.

"Friend, have you heard of room temperature superconducting metals?"

Ryan was stunned, "Why didn't you hear about it? This is one of my dreams."

Chen Feng nodded, using a tone that made Ryan quite familiar.

"When you're done with the capital, come to Hanzhou. I have some ideas, but I'm not mature. When I sort out my ideas, let's discuss them together."

Ryan was even more confused, "Chen Feng, you..."

"Why, only you, a scientist, are allowed to compose music. And I, a musician, are not allowed to come up with some fantastic ideas in science?"