I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

He decisively went home to get his guitar first, and Zhong Lei had just returned.

The two had a brief chat.

Zhong Lei seemed to be in a low mood. She originally thought that selling songs would be a simple matter, but she didn't expect that it was still very difficult to do it.

She said: "I can't meet the senior management of Kuge and can only talk to the grassroots employees in the copyright department, but their authority is too low and the conditions they give are very harsh."

Chen Feng asked curiously: "Didn't you say that Ku Ge's conditions are very favorable now?"

"That's just a relative term, but in the eyes of others, newcomers are newcomers after all. Compared with others' harshness, they are only slightly more relaxed. If we don't strive for it, we will still suffer a lot."

Chen Feng nodded, "That's right."

"I must find a way to meet with the head of their copyright department. Talking to lower-level employees is meaningless."

Chen Feng thought for a while, "This is our first song after all, and it's normal for the other party to give us conservative conditions. If it really doesn't work, don't force it. I have a message for you."

"What words?"

"You can ignore me today, but you can't reach me tomorrow. You don't have to worry about the gains and losses of a city or a place. The important thing is to seize the opportunity and take the first step."

Zhong Lei chuckled and said, "If you don't add the following sentence, you will have to pay royalties."

"By the way, where are you planning to go?"

Seeing him carrying the guitar as if he was about to go out, Zhong Lei asked casually.

But as soon as she asked, she immediately realized that Chen Feng was free to do what he wanted to do, and he asked too many questions.

"Look for inspiration again and write a second song as soon as possible."

Zhong Lei tilted her head slightly, "I originally wanted to advise you not to rush for success in creation, and inspiration can never be forced, but it seems that I am not qualified to teach you at all. You must have your own plans. So, I wish you good luck."

"Well, thank you for your kind words."

Chen Feng answered coldly, but his face was a little red when he left.

The second song "It's Late at Night" has been written a long time ago, and it's still your song.

Accepted.

Chen Feng has passed by Shaolin Road countless times, but he has never entered a nightclub.

This place was new to him.

When he walked into the door of Lemei Bar, an episode happened.

Other customers saw him carrying a guitar and thought he was the new resident singer.

Two female customers approached me very enthusiastically and wanted to leave their phone numbers.

Chen Feng had never seen such a battle before, and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, I'm not a singer."

"Hey, cold."

said the girl with big brown waves.

"That's right, humble and low-key. I just like your artistic style."

Chen Feng was convinced, turned around and ran away decisively.

There was also teasing coming from behind his back.

"We'll see how you quibble when you get on stage."

I don’t know which girl shouted it.

Chen Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead.

What’s wrong with this world, where is your reserve?

After all, I really can't blame these two people.

His image is easily misunderstood.

In the past month, Chen Feng has been running every day. His body shape has improved greatly from the weak appearance in the past, and his figure appears to be very well-proportioned.

With a good figure, an above-average outfit, a guitar on his back, and slightly melancholy eyes, he looks a little bit out of the ordinary.

Not to mention the customers, even the nightclub employees confused Chen Feng.

As soon as Chen Feng entered the door, he randomly chose a direction and planned to find a place to sit and wait for the opportunity, when he was grabbed by his clothes by a uniformed employee.

"Where are you going? The entertainers lounge is over here."

Chen Feng responded accordingly and repeatedly handed over his hand, "Sorry, it's my first time here, so I'm not very clear."

"I stopped you because I saw you were unfamiliar. Just stay ahead and turn left, and I'll take you there." The employee smiled and said, "The relationship between brothers is quite strong."

Chen Feng was stunned at first, "How do you say that?"

"He Jiaqi holds a singers club, and there are so many singers who want to come to our venue to sing. That's He Jiaqi. Someone took a video of him warming up in the middle and posted it on the Internet. He might become famous. He might even be able to join us. It’s entertainment news. It’s impossible for a new face like you to be selected by Director Liu without a PY transaction."

Chen Feng was stunned and secretly praised it.

Talent!

This guy is really a genius and very good at reasoning.

No wonder he is so passionate, with good and convincing reasons.

"Haha...hahaha..."

Chen Feng felt that if he said a few more words, his secret would be revealed, so he simply laughed it off.

Fortunately, this wonderful man didn't ask too many questions. He took him to a place and left, saying that we would have a chance to drink together later.

Lemei Bar is very large, and the artist lounge is over 100 square meters.

After Chen Feng came in, he didn't run around. He sat in the corner and tried to weaken his presence as much as possible.

There were people coming and going in the lounge, but no one noticed him as an uninvited guest.

Unconsciously, the time reached half past seven, and a big fat man walked in outside the door.

People in the lounge greeted him warmly as soon as they saw him.

"Hello, Director Liu."

"Brother Liu, when will Sister He come?"

Fat Director Liu waved his hand and said, "The people are already here, and the car is parked outside. Everyone listens carefully, and we will all leave within a minute. Sister He wants to use the rest room."

"What! Mr. Liu! We haven't changed our clothes yet. Does Sister He have to use such a big place by herself? Then where should we change our clothes?"

Director Liu spread his hands, "There's nothing you can do about it, people are smart. Only we can make do with others, no one else can make do with us. Be smart! If you want to change clothes, go outside and find the bathroom by yourself. I'm not kidding you. !hurry up!"

Chen Feng originally planned to stay here to see if he could find a chance to talk to He Jiaqi's agent, but he didn't expect that he was kicked out without even seeing anyone.

A group of grassroots entertainers immediately left as if they were fleeing.

After Chen Feng came out, he turned slightly, put the guitar at his feet, and stopped at the entrance to the artist's rest room.

But he already had a premonition of what was going to happen tonight.

Although He Jiaqi is not as popular as Lu Weihong, she appears with great style.

An artist's style is basically determined by the artist's manager.

It is unlikely that Chen Feng will have the opportunity to speak directly to He Jiaqi, so he can only deal with the other party's agent, and his hope is slim.

It's a pity that Chen Feng just let Lu Wei go. He is thin-skinned and is not very embarrassed to ask for help now.

Our relationship is not that close yet, we are almost strangers.

Since he had the opportunity today, Chen Feng planned to try it on his own first, and if it didn't work, he would go to Lu Wei and Zheng Rou.

Within five minutes, four bodyguards in black opened the way, and a large group of people came in from the door of the nightclub.

It must be He Jiaqi and his party.

Director Liu led the way and led the crowd towards the lounge.