I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 9: The untouchable wall

He took three or four half-days off from the company on and off, and kept going to the Cultural and Creative Industry Park to talk about it one by one.

Unfortunately, he always hits a wall.

Others didn't give him a chance to play the guitar at all, just asked him if he was born in a professional school to learn music, and if he had any masterpieces before.

Chen Feng didn't want to lie, he honestly admitted that he had never studied music, had no masterpieces, and then nothing.

Chen Feng can't do anything about it, the fake can't be true, and the real can't be fake.

He really doesn't have any education or experience related to arts and sports, and it's useless to lie, and he thinks that what he did in the past has nothing to do with the songs he wants to sell.

I'm selling you songs, not me, you care what I did before?

Does it matter if I have previous work?

Does everyone have a masterpiece before they write their first song?

You don't care about creators who haven't published works before?

So where do I go to first produce a work?

Are all people involved in circles so neurotic and xenophobic?

But he knows that it's useless to blame others, maybe that's the reality.

Facing reality, accepting reality, and then overcoming reality, everyone has to go through this.

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Five minutes later.

"Mr. Chen, I'm really sorry. I know you have songs to sell, but the director is really busy. I'm on a business trip recently, and we don't know how to appreciate it, so... please go out."

The girl at the front desk of this music production studio smiled sweetly and spoke well, but she just wouldn't let him in.

"No, your director is not there, there will always be someone who will listen to the songs, right? I'm not too demanding, so just listen to me play it once, is it so difficult?"

At this time, a middle-aged woman walked by, looking like a small boss, "Sir, our company has a mailbox for receiving manuscripts. If you are confident in your work, you can record a demo. Send it to us. We will have someone review it regularly."

Chen Feng was very helpless.

He has never sold a song before, so he doesn't know the market.

First of all, with his singing skills, the quality of the recorded demos is definitely not good.

Secondly, his songs are not from the right way, so there are only two songs. If they are stupid and handed over, they are copied and adapted by others, then who will he turn to to make sense?

"Okay, then I'll go first."

Seeing that the matter could not be settled, Chen Feng no longer bothered, turned around and took the elevator downstairs.

As soon as the others got into the elevator, the young girl at the front desk and the middle-aged woman covered their mouths and laughed.

The front desk joked, "Really, now there are more and more people who don't know what they are called."

The middle-aged woman nodded, "I feel like I'm engaged in art when I play a guitar, but I don't even have basic common sense. How many times is this this month?"

The front desk looked down and flipped through the book, which was densely written with orthographic characters, "The sixteenth, I really think these people are like folk scientists."

"Pfft!" The middle-aged woman nodded and gave a thumbs up, "Well said, the description is very apt. He really thinks we don't know the goods, and the Yangtze River guitar on his back is obviously a low-end goods of two or three hundred. I can't believe that there are still people who use this grade of guitar these days, what kind of songs can they write?"

The girl at the front desk nodded, "Yes. I remember Brother Liu's flute costing more than 80,000 yuan, right? It's really expensive."

Middle-aged woman: "No way, you get what you get for every penny, and only good things can make a good voice."

Downstairs, Chen Feng looked back at the building unwillingly.

Then he shook his head, took out his notebook, and drew a bar across the name of a company on it.

He originally wrote the names of more than a dozen companies in the book, but now only the last one is left.

The company, called Reed Studio, is small in scale, but its business scope includes artist management, music production, album distribution and other fields.

As a small company, it is possible to achieve such a small but well-rounded sparrow, thanks to Lu Wei, the only artist in Reed Studio, a popular female singer in China.

Chen Feng originally did not want to come to this company.

Lu Wei made her debut very early. Although she is not young now, she is only twenty years old, but she is already very popular.

In fact, Chen Feng may know himself better than Lu Wei. In Zhong Lei's biography of later generations, Lu Wei has been mentioned many times.

For a long time, Lu Wei and Zhong Lei had a good time together, but later, perhaps because of premature fame, or because she was dragged down by a good family background, she became less and less. After some experience, Jiang Lang was too early to be exhausted, and finally fell out of the team. He only became popular for twenty or thirty years, and he failed to form a family of his own, but instead became Zhong Lei's foil.

But now Lu Wei is not only younger, but also red and purple, and can even carry a company by herself.

Chen Feng also knew from future biographies that her background is extraordinary, so deep and terrifying that any elder in the family is a sensitive word.

Because of the unpleasant experience dealing with Zhong Lei, Chen Feng subconsciously thinks that Lu Wei is more difficult to deal with.

So he didn't have any hopes of this company at all.

But now there is no choice, Chen Feng turned his head and went to another building, going straight to Reed Studio.

The office location of Reed Studio doesn't look very grand, and there is not even a front desk at the door.

Chen Feng probed into the room, and a young woman walked right in front of her holding a folder.

She looked at Chen Feng, and then at the guitar bag behind him~IndoMTL.com~ Hello, Mr., what's the matter with you? "

The other party was very polite, which was what Chen Feng expected. After all, although he was not terribly handsome, he still had an honest face that was very reliable at first glance. .

Chen Feng smiled, "I want to talk to the person in charge of your company. I have a song here that I want to sell to your company."

The woman was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

"Are you here to sell songs?" At this moment, a plump woman with long hair walked by.

She was dressed in a very tight little suit, wrapping her figure to a slender figure.

The woman who had spoken to Chen Feng quickly turned around and bowed, "Hello, Sister Rou."

Sister Rou waved her hand, "Go ahead and do your own thing, leave it to me here."

The woman hurriedly walked away with her head down.

Sister Rou folded her arms and turned to Chen Feng, with a slightly mocking smile on her face, "Hello sir, I'm Lu Wei's manager and Zheng Rou, the general manager of this company. Please, please. Again, are you here to sell songs?"

As she said that, her eyes still fluttered towards the guitar bag behind Chen Feng. When she saw the word "Yangtze River", the corners of her mouth also drew a meaningful arc.

By this time, Chen Feng already knew the answer.

He really wanted to turn around and leave, but since the other party hasn't chased away, let's say a few more words.

Perhaps...that's it?

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes, this is my hard work, I have great confidence in this song."

Zheng Rou suddenly laughed, "Did you not know before? Our reed studio never accepts songs. Our family Lu Wei never sings other people's songs. All her songs are written by herself. , thank you."

Chen Feng was taken aback, "Ah? Is that so?"