After a long while, Zhong Lei stretched her back, sat down next to Chen Feng, crossed her legs, and used a fork to pick up a piece of cake from the plate in her hand and put it into her mouth.

"I've heard people say that domestic musicians are at a disadvantage when they cooperate with European and American musicians, and it's hard for them to be respected. But why do I feel like you're bullying others?"

Chen Feng turned his head away, his eyes falling on the strawberry cheesecake on the plate in her hand.

"Our kind of cooperation is what we call cooperation. The kind of weak cooperation you mentioned is just riding on the popularity. Those who have no ability but want to flatter themselves will be subservient to others. We make a living based on our ability, so others have learned the word of respect naturally. Do you like this kind of cake?"

Zhong Lei shook her head, "No, it's too sweet."

"Then why do you still eat it?"

"It's a waste to throw it away."

"It doesn't cost money."

Zhong Lei ate it all in one bite, "but it's still a waste."

After that, she continued to write lyrics. Chen Feng's eyes returned to the movie, but his mind was wandering in the sky.

He wanted to make a movie, a science fiction movie.

He wanted to show the world what he saw and heard in the form of a science fiction movie.

Don't expect others to believe it, but it's always good if it can remind humans in advance.

Showing the most pessimistic outcome of the failure of human resistance in the future, perhaps when the entire civilization is at a crossroads hundreds of years later and needs to make a choice about the next path, there will be a chance to eliminate at least one more wrong answer.

But as Zhong Lei said.

The plot is too pessimistic and despairing, and lacks enough eye-catching personal heroism, so there should be no hope for box office.

Moreover, if science fiction movies want to be done well, the investment is too large, and with his current financial resources, influence and industry connections, it is not enough.

Writing scripts is also a hard job.

He is not good at writing stories, but the script of this story can only be written by him personally.

So this matter must be considered in the long run, and we must take it one step at a time.

Six days later, the two returned to Hanzhou.

There were several good news waiting for Chen Feng.

The remaining songs he had written and had not been sold all had their destinations. He prepared two songs for Qin Lu to release as singles.

He sold another four songs at very satisfactory prices.

All the inventory Chen Feng brought back this time was cashed in.

In addition, Lu Wei created a new song, and the quality was very high.

This was a new song in the true sense, and it had never appeared in the previous timeline.

Chen Li, He Jiaqi, and many musicians in China who were really serious about making music, all came up with new songs like bamboo shoots after rain in the past two or three weeks.

The competition on major platforms such as Q Music began to become unprecedentedly fierce.

Chen Feng had basically listened to all of them, and he was both surprised and relieved.

The overall quality of these new songs varies, but the stereotyped rhythm, laziness of self-repetition, and the phenomenon of plagiarism and plagiarism have been greatly reduced.

These musicians seem to have suddenly become enlightened, and are working harder to seek new things and changes, and are brave enough to explore and focus on innovation.

The butterfly effect has been strengthened.

Under his constant encouragement, the entire Chinese music scene is like an awakened beast, and has already rushed out of the cage of thought.

A new Renaissance movement has emerged like a sprouting bean sprout.

This revolution in art has been ignited.

This is the radiation effect caused by Chen Feng releasing many classic works accumulated by the core figures of this era for decades, like a volcanic eruption in a very short period of time, just like the first fission ignited when a nuclear bomb explodes.

Compared with the previous unconscious and passive changes to the future, this time Chen Feng used music as a medium to actively change the present.

This change is visible

to his naked eyes. He began to have infinite expectations for what he would see after entering the future again.

In this mood, the night of February 25, 2020 arrived.

But he had a hard time falling asleep that night.

Because that afternoon, he received a text message.

It was sent by his adoptive father who had not been in contact for many years.

He asked Chen Feng why he still didn't go home for the New Year this year, and asked if the famous musician Chen Feng on the Internet was him.

Many complicated thoughts flashed through Chen Feng's mind.

But he didn't call back.

He transferred two million to the bank card that hadn't received any living expenses since high school.

Many things, once they happen, can never go back, because butterflies can never fly backwards.

Fall asleep!

Wake up.

"Private Chen Feng! Step out!"

Chen Feng looked at the familiar square face in front of him, and the corners of his lips slowly curved.

He smiled.

It's great to see this familiar face again.

He cast his gaze into the distance again.

Above the sky, the sun was hanging high. Under

the blue sky, thousands of hammer-shaped carriers were shuttling back and forth.

These vehicles were moving very fast and seemed to be in a mess, but in fact, their routes were strictly separated and each could move forward steadily along its own dedicated track.

Unlike the underground vehicles in the past, today's spinning hammer-shaped vehicles no longer emitted flames from the bottom, whether they were suspended or speeding up, and looked like they were floating.

Chen Feng smiled even more brilliantly.

The fact that large vehicles can float shows that human technology has made progress again. The control of force fields has become more precise and perfect. Finally, force fields that could only be used as shields for warships in the past can be used as regular driving forces for vehicles.

At this moment, a uniquely shaped triangular fast vehicle took off from deep in the base, rising in a straight line and heading straight into the space outside the earth.

When the triangular vehicle was launched, the trajectory of the vehicles in the sky was fine-tuned synchronously, and a straight channel was reserved for the triangular vehicle in the chaotic situation. Moreover, they still did not interfere with each other, and even the speed did not slow down at all.

The computing power of the central intelligent computer has been further enhanced.

In the base, the big clock tower still exists.

But the playground has become larger than before.

Today, the playground is strictly divided into several sections by light blue barriers. The team of recruits where Chen Feng is located is only in one corner.

On the other side, dozens of warriors in black armor are sparring with each other.

The height of these armored warriors seems to be between 1.8 meters and 2.2 meters.

This is their armored height.

The technological level of individual armor has been raised again, becoming a biological armor that fits the human body better.

The biological armor has more characteristics, and its shell looks very soft, but when collisions and exchanges of fire occur, the flexible armor that is hit will harden instantly. The

weapons and skills used by these warriors are also much more complicated than the monotonous spears, swords and shields of the Qinglong armor when I came here last time.

The rubber bands on their back armor can be pulled off, and with a flick of the wrist, they can be transformed into straight knives ranging in length from several meters to one and a half meters. Alternatively, when they retreat, dozens of light spots will shoot out from under the armor on both sides of their thighs, and then these light spots will swarm towards the opponent, causing a chain explosion.

The aftermath of the fight between these people bombarded the light blue energy barrier, creating ripple-like patterns.

This scene told Chen Feng that they were in actual combat, not data simulation.

Chen Feng was a man who had lived a poor life on the simulator for a long time, and he just wanted to say, my God.

Are people so wasteful now?

Training soldiers for actual combat, aren't they afraid of damaging their equipment? Consuming energy like this during training, aren't they afraid of energy shortages?

However, although he was shocked, he still felt he had the upper hand.

Those who were qualified for armor-piercing combat training must have been the elites in the base, but the most maneuverable among them was less than 35G.

The gap between them and Chen Feng, who currently had a 50G upper limit, was still visible to the naked eye.

But he couldn't understand the content of the training in another area.

There were only two people in the field, still wearing that kind of close-fitting biological armor, but the two did not fight in close quarters, nor did they raise their guns to shoot at each other.

They were far away from each other, and each had a heavy truck behind them.

Both of them stretched out their ten fingers and raised them forward, with light beams at their fingertips connected to the screen in front of them.

From time to time, the two shook their fingers, and dense micro-aircraft flew out of the truck like a swarm of locusts.

These aircrafts fought in the air, and the combat modes were varied, including cluster bombing, formation volley shooting, and suicide charge and self-destruction.

Unlike the individual combat skills drills on the other side, this side was more like a large-scale war.

The two warriors with beams of light connected to their fingers should be the commanders of this micro-scale war.

With technological innovation, human combat concepts have changed again, and new types of soldiers have been born.

Bio-armor is equivalent to the improved version of the Qinglong armor in the past, and this single-man army combat concept can bring out the characteristics of elite warriors to the extreme, and one person can carry out a scalpel-like organizational assault on the enemy.

If nothing unexpected happens, that truck should also have a space combat adaptation model, and attack in conjunction with armored fighters.

There are about three types of aircraft.

A round aircraft about the size of a football is the largest of them. There will be more fly-sized micro aircraft flying out of it, swooping forward to the front of the firefight area, or turning to sneak attack the flanks, and sneak attacking enemy commanders.

There is also a bomb-shaped aircraft, about one decimeter long, flying very fast.

The third type is the fly aircraft.

The distance was too far, and Chen Feng could not see the specific attack methods of these things. He could only judge from the faint light that came on during the volley that these aircraft used ultra-micro laser beams and missiles that looked like the thickness of nails in close combat.

After observing for more than ten seconds, Chen Feng understood the concept of this command battle.

This is a single-soldier combat method that combines artificial intelligence with human brain judgment.

Aircraft have many combat plans built in. The commander's control does not need to be precise to a specific aircraft or where to shoot. He only needs to issue a policy-like instruction, and the aircraft can give corresponding feedback.

The light beams connected on the commander's ten fingers should be the medium for issuing instructions.

The reason why brain wave remote control is not used is probably that such a semi-solid connection has a lower transmission delay.

"Chen Feng, have you seen enough? Is it beautiful? You have been watching for almost five minutes. Is it beautiful?"

Ding Hu's face suddenly flashed in front of Chen Feng, blocking his view.