Chapter 10 is not good enough

Chapter 10 is not good enough

　　This was really unexpected to him.

　　In the music library of later generations, Lu Wei has sung many songs written by others.

　　However, Chen Feng didn't pay much attention to Lu Wei, and he was not familiar with the development route of her works, thinking that she had always been like this.

　　Now he knows that in the early days Lu Wei only sang songs he composed.

　　This seems to be responsible for her own work, but in fact she has been overdrawing her creative talent.

　　A person's talent is also limited.

　　Lu Wei is considered to be talented, but it can only be regarded as one in ten years. There is still a gap between Zhong Lei's amazing talent who has a one-hundred-year talent, and eventually became the invincible talent of a hundred people a thousand years ago.

　　So Lu Wei reached the middle and late stages of her artistic career, and as her spiritual thoughts dried up, she could only turn to singing other people's works.

　　This is probably the reason why Lu Wei fell behind in the competition with Zhong Lei.

　　But now Lu Wei is still at the peak of her creative inspiration, and she will have several more years to come, so her agent Zheng Rou certainly has the capital to be arrogant.

　　"I'm so sorry to disturb you, I'm sorry."

　　Seeing that it was impossible to do anything, Chen Feng decided to withdraw decisively and leave.

　　The more he hits the wall, the stronger his resistance is now, and the more he can bear in his heart.

　　When he was first rejected, Chen Feng would still feel lost and embarrassed, but the more times he was rejected, his heart became numb.

　　Now he has no hope from the beginning, and naturally there is no disappointment.

　　"Wait a moment."

　　Just when Chen Feng turned around, a clear voice came from behind.

　　Chen Feng turned his head.

　　It was a woman in a long cyan dress, about 1.7 meters tall, very tall, fair-skinned, with a high nose bridge.

　　Her facial features are very three-dimensional, her eyes are clear, and her temperament is very unique, like a lady of the official family who came out of an ancient lady's picture.

　　The agent Zheng Rou immediately turned around and whispered, "Weiwei, why did you come out? Come in quickly, you don't need to worry about this trivial matter."

　　Chen Feng suddenly realized that this must be Lu Wei.

　　Sure enough, it was the same as the rumors, taking the fairy route that does not eat human fireworks.

　　She looked very approachable, and her expression was not arrogant, but Chen Feng always felt that the other party's eyes showed indifference.

　　Lu Wei didn't follow Zheng Rou's suggestion to leave, but walked up quickly, raised her head slightly and looked directly at Chen Feng, "The whole music circle knows how picky I am, you are the first creator who dares to come to my company to sell songs. Man. I admit, you piqued my curiosity a little."

　　Chen Feng was very embarrassed.

　　Terrible lines, too middle school.

　　It gives people the illusion of a domineering president in an inferior idol drama.

　　He dared to come purely because there was nowhere else to go.

　　He really didn't know that Lu Wei didn't accept songs, otherwise he wouldn't come.

　　Seeing that he didn't speak, Lu Wei walked back with her hands on her back, "I'll give you five minutes."

　　Looking at her back, Chen Feng took a deep breath.

　　The opportunity has been placed in front of him, can he seize it?

　　He quickly followed, and Zheng Rou next to him also flashed over to him, as if to keep an eye on him, like a thief.

　　In the simple recording studio with excellent sound insulation, Chen Feng gently fiddled with the guitar strings and sang softly.

　　Chen Feng's voice sounded very mediocre compared to those good voices that God appreciates. If it weren't for the fact that he practiced a lot, he might have problems with his intonation.

　　In a word, Chen Feng sang very ordinary, Lu Wei just listened quietly, but Zheng Rou's face wielded a playful smile from time to time.

　　After the first half of the song, Chen Feng stopped before the chorus began.

　　Lu Wei slowly opened his eyes, but there were no ups and downs in his expression.

　　"Mr. Chen, are you sure this is a song you wrote yourself?"

　　She didn't comment on how the song was, but suddenly asked a question.

　　Chen Feng was slightly startled, but his face remained calm, "Yes."

　　Lu Wei nodded lightly, and his eyes gradually became meaningful.

　　Chen Feng gave her a heartbroken look, not very confident.

　　He even began to doubt himself. When Zhong Lei wrote "Boring", wouldn't he have communicated with Lu Wei in advance, and in turn drew inspiration from Lu Wei, the benchmark melody was given by Lu Wei?

　　Is this a self-inflicted trap?

　　"The style of the song is very novel and the lyrics are very interesting. It's a pretty good song."

　　Lu Wei finally spoke.

　　Chen Feng's heart just hung up, and then slowly fell, "Thank you for your compliment."

　　"But it wasn't amazing enough, it wasn't enough to impress my eyes. Also, your playing and singing skills were a lot worse, which is probably why I wasn't impressed. Anyway, it's good, but still Not good enough. So, sorry."

　　Lu Wei is really good at talking. Compared with Zhong Lei, he is completely at the other extreme. His speech is flawless.

　　Chen Feng was a little lost, and he couldn't even figure it out. He said helplessly, "Okay, then I'm really bothering you today."

　　He didn't understand how the debut work that could establish Zhong Lei's status as a hundred people a thousand years ago was not good enough for Lu Wei.

　　Although this is only Zhong Lei's early work, it's not enough to let people hear it, right?

　　"Don't be sad, Mr. Chen. In fact, there are two reasons for my rejection of this song. First, as Sister Rou said just now, I basically only sing my own songs. So let me buy other people's songs. The song must be good enough to make my eyes light up and my heart beat fast. Second, there is a bit of cynicism in this song, the emotional background is relatively dark, and it doesn't fit the style of music I've always been in."

　　Chen Feng felt a little better at this, "Understood."

　　"In this way, although I don't buy it myself, if I have friends in the circle who want to release a new album and want to collect songs. If I think the style is suitable, I will recommend this song of yours."

　　After speaking, Lu Wei turned her face away and yawned, as if she was a little sleepy.

　　Zheng Rou, who had been standing beside her, immediately stepped forward and said, "Weiwei, you didn't sleep well last night, so why don't you go to eat early and rest."

　　Lu Wei came down and looked at Chen Feng again, "I'm sorry, that's all for now. You can leave a phone call to Sister Rou. If there is a chance, Sister Rou will contact you."

　　Chen Feng nodded, Hands over, "Thank you, then I'll go first."

　　He quickly picked up the guitar and turned to leave.

　　When they were far away, it was estimated that it was time to get off the elevator. Lu Wei, who was still sleepy before, regained her energy and laughed while clutching her stomach.

　　Zheng Rou was puzzled, "What's wrong? Weiwei, why are you laughing?"

　　"I really didn't see it. This man named Chen Feng looks like a man, but he still has a little girl in his heart."

　　Lu Wei said and smiled.

　　Zheng Rou wondered, "Why do you say that?"

　　"There is a saying that words are like people. In fact, this sentence is more appropriate when it comes to music creation. Every song, especially a music creator who writes lyrics and composes music, his work is almost a true portrayal of his heart. The essence of songwriting is that Spread out your inner world and spread it out with music. For a creator, the greatest achievement is not fame, but getting more resonance with your inner world."

　　"You think this song was written by a woman, so you just asked him if he did it himself?" Zheng Rou asked.

　　Lu Wei nodded, "Yes."

　　Zheng Rou: "But I still sound quite atmospheric. The works of some female composers are also very atmospheric."

　　Lu Wei smiled, "Sister Rou, I specialize in surgery. I can't explain it to you. It's an indescribable sense of smell."

　　Zheng Rou shook her head with a wry smile, "Forget it, I'll just be your agent anyway. These are not my majors, so it's fine if I don't understand them. But speaking of it, Chen Feng is quite interesting."

　　"Well, so I was serious about what I said just now. We can't fool her. I'll help him pay more attention when I look back."

　　"Why help him?"

　　"I don't know, but it's very rare to see such a person with clear eyes and no distracting thoughts. It's very interesting. And Sister Rou, haven't you listened to him? He has never studied music before, and he taught everything by himself. He can learn to write by himself. The person who wrote such a song shows that he has a strong creative talent, maybe he will give me a big surprise in the future?"

　　"Right."

　　Chen Feng didn't know about the conversation between the two people upstairs.

　　He took Lu Wei's introduction as a courtesy, without any hope.

　　If Lu Wei really valued herself, she should ask for her contact information in person, or at least add WeChat to each other, so that Zheng Rou would not just leave her own number.

　　He had seen so much of this kind of human beings that he was so used to it that he was numb.

　　He opened the book again and drew the last horizontal bar on the name of Reed Studio.

　　He has tried almost all the reliable music companies and studios in Hanzhou.

　　The whole army was destroyed.

　　Chen Feng took a look at the company's next schedule. It was almost the end of the year, and many landlords and tenants' contracts would expire, so he was very busy.

　　His heart is bitter, could it be that I really have to quit my job to be a loner in order to sell these two songs? Or go to Shangdu to be a businessman?

　　The ideal is beautiful, but the reality he does not allow it.

　　Although I live in poverty now, I still have a stable official job.

　　After holding two songs, let go of everything, and embark on the road of selling songs, the ghost knows what will happen in the future.

　　What if it can't be sold after a year and a half?

　　Waiting to die?

　　Let's just live like this for now, and then look back to see if there is a suitable opportunity.