The woman was wearing a green dress, about 1.7 meters tall, very tall, with fair skin and a high nose bridge.

Her facial features were very three-dimensional, her eyes were clear, and her temperament was very unique, like a lady from an official family who walked out of an ancient painting of a lady.

The agent Zheng Rou immediately turned around and whispered, "Weiwei, why are you out? Go in quickly, don't worry about this little thing."

Chen Feng suddenly realized that this person must be Lu Wei.

As the rumors said, she was a fairy who was not interested in worldly things.

She looked very approachable and not arrogant, but Chen Feng always felt that there was a sense of indifference in her eyes when she looked at people.

Lu Wei did not follow Zheng Rou's advice to leave, but walked up quickly, raised her head slightly and looked directly at Chen Feng, "The whole music industry knows how picky I am. You are the first creator who dares to come to my company to sell songs. You are quite interesting."

Chen Feng was very embarrassed.

Terrible lines, too childish.

It gives people the illusion of a domineering president in a low-quality idol drama.

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

He really didn't know that Lu Wei did not collect songs from outside, otherwise he would not have come.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lu Wei put her hands behind her back and walked back, "I'll give you five minutes."

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

The opportunity is already in front of him, whether he can seize it depends on this one move.

He hurried after her, and Zheng Rou beside him also moved to his side, as if to keep a close eye on him, like to guard against thieves.

In the simple recording studio with excellent soundproofing, Chen Feng gently plucked the guitar strings and sang softly.

Compared to those who are blessed with good voices, Chen Feng's voice sounds very mediocre. If he hadn't practiced a lot, his pitch would probably be a problem.

In short, Chen Feng's singing was average, and Lu Wei just listened quietly, but Zheng Rou had a playful smile on her face from time to time.

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

Lu Wei slowly opened her eyes, and there was no ups and downs in her expression.

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

She did not comment on the song, but suddenly asked a question.

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

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

Chen Feng felt uneasy and not very confident when she saw him.

He even began to doubt himself. When Zhong Lei wrote "Boring", could it be that she had communicated with Lu Wei in advance and drew inspiration from Lu Wei? Was the basic melody given by Lu Wei? Was

he walking into a trap?

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

Lu Wei finally spoke.

Chen Feng's heart, which had just been hanging in the air, finally slowly settled down, "Thank you for the compliment."

"But it's not amazing enough, and it's not enough to impress me. In addition, your performance and singing skills are far from perfect, which is probably why I was not further impressed. In short, it's good, but not good enough. So, I'm sorry."

Lu Wei is really good at talking. Compared with Zhong Lei, she is completely at the other extreme. She speaks flawlessly, and even if she refuses, it doesn't make people feel disgusted.

Chen Feng said helplessly: "Okay, then I'm really sorry to bother you today."

He didn't understand why the debut work that established Zhong Lei's status as a 100-year-old artist was not good enough in Lu Wei's eyes.

Although this is only Zhong Lei's early work, it's not to the point where

she would refuse it after showing it to others, right? "Don't be sad, Mr. Chen. Actually, there are two reasons why I rejected this song. First, as Sister Rou just said, I basically only sing my own songs now. So if you want me to buy someone else's song, then the song must be so good that it makes my eyes light up and my heart beat faster. Second, this song is a bit cynical and the emotional background is relatively gloomy, which is somewhat inconsistent with my style of music."

Chen Feng felt better at this point, "I understand." "

Well, although I won't buy it myself, if I have friends in the industry who want to collect songs for their new album, and I think the style is suitable, I will recommend your song to them."

After that, Lu Wei turned her face away and yawned, seeming a little sleepy.

Zheng Rou, who had been standing by, immediately stepped forward and said, "Weiwei, you didn't sleep well last night. You should have dinner and rest early."

Lu Wei agreed, then looked at Chen Feng, "I'm sorry, that's all for now. Please leave your phone number for Sister Rou. If there is a chance, Sister Rou will contact you."

Chen Feng nodded and bowed, "Thank you, I'll be leaving first."

He quickly packed up his guitar, turned around and left.

After the people walked 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 holding her stomach.

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

"I really didn't see it. This man named Chen Feng looks like a man of a gentleman, but there is a little girl living in his heart."

Lu Wei said while laughing.

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

"There's a saying that a person's writing reflects his character. This saying is more applicable to music creation. Every song, especially for a music creator who writes the lyrics and composes the music, is almost a true reflection of his inner world. The essence of songwriting is to spread out one's inner world and spread it through music. For a creator, the greatest achievement is not fame, but to get more resonance with his inner world."

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

Lu Wei nodded, "Yes."

Zheng Rou: "But it still sounds quite grand to me. Some female composers' works are also very grand."

Lu Wei smiled, "Sister Rou, everyone has their own expertise. I can't explain it to you clearly, this is a kind of smell that is difficult to describe."

Zheng Rou smiled bitterly and shook her head, "Forget it, forget it, I'll just be your agent. These are not my expertise, it's okay if I don't understand. But speaking of it, Chen Feng is quite interesting."

"Yeah, so I was serious about what I said just now, we can't fool her. I'll help him pay more attention later."

"Why should I help him?"

"I don't know, it's just that it's rare to see someone with such clear eyes without any impurities, I find it quite interesting. And sister Rou, didn't you hear him say that he had never studied music before, he taught himself everything. Someone who can write such a song by himself shows that he has a strong creative talent, maybe he will give me a big surprise in the future?"

"That's right."

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

He regarded Lu Wei's introduction as a courtesy and didn't hold any expectations.

If Lu Wei really valued herself, she should have asked for her contact information in person, or at least add each other on WeChat or something, instead of just letting Zheng Rou leave her number.

He has seen too many such human relationships and has become numb to them.

He opened the notebook again and drew the last horizontal line on the name of Reed Studio.

He had tried almost all the reliable music companies and studios in Seoul.

All of them were defeated.

Chen Feng looked at the upcoming schedule of Ke Lai Apartment Company. It was almost the end of the year, and the contracts of many landlords and tenants would expire. He had a lot of work to do.

He felt bitter.

It was impossible for him to quit his job for these two songs and run around selling songs.

Although his life was poor now, at least he had a stable formal job.

If he gave up everything with two songs and embarked on the long road of selling songs, who knows what would happen in the future. What

if he couldn't sell them for a year or two?

Waiting to die?

Just live like this for now, and look back to see if there is a suitable opportunity.