You can't escape the fifteenth day if you don't want to.

At about nine o'clock that night, Zhong Lei returned home.

She didn't go directly to the bedroom upstairs, but knocked on Chen Feng's door downstairs.

"Come back earlier next time. It's not safe for you to be outside alone at night."

Chen Feng didn't ask any more questions, welcomed her in, and poured her a glass of warm water.

Zhong Lei took off her mask, put it in the plastic bag she carried with her, then took off her coat and hung it on the hanger at the door.

"It's okay, I just bought a car and drove back."

Chen Feng nodded, "That's good. But you still have to be careful when driving at night."

"Yeah."

She didn't say anything else, but picked up the water cup and looked around for a moment.

Chen Feng's small suite is still kept clean and tidy by him, just like when he was a housekeeper in the past.

He still did not hire a maid, only a part-time worker.

The condition of the room shows that his good personal hygiene and self-management have not changed due to the change of his social status.

The only difference from the past is that the soy sauce on his table has changed from a low-end product that cost a few yuan a bottle to a mid- to high-end product that costs twenty or thirty-one yuan a bottle.

But as for other things that are not so convenient to replace, such as bed sheets, tables, chairs and benches, they are no different from the past.

After a long time, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Chen Feng asked in wonder, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhong Lei stretched her body and looked particularly relaxed, "I don't know whether you are thrifty or too lazy to update your things. If people outside knew that you, Teacher Chen, live in an ordinary apartment that you get for free and use bedding that costs tens or hundreds of yuan, countless people would be shocked, right?"

Chen Feng shrugged, "As long as it works, I'm too busy now and don't have time to care about so much. But I'm not thrifty either. I've bought a lot of brand-name clothes recently."

He pointed to his closet.

"That's because you have to go out for negotiations, or you have to buy formal clothes to attend some formal occasions."

"Okay, that's right. Think about how to improve your life when you have time in the future. It's good like this now."

Zhong Lei nodded, "Actually, I don't quite understand."

"What don't you understand?"

"You should be a very casual person. Now you have acquired huge wealth in a very short time. I think you should take a break. But you are always running forward desperately, and you are always in a hurry, as if there is a tiger chasing you from behind. I find it very difficult to understand."

Chen Feng was silent.

After a long pause, he asked, "Am I too impatient? Has it affected you?"

"No. I'm just... a little worried about you."

Chen Feng patted her shoulder, "Don't worry about me. As long as you do your music well, it will be the biggest help to me. I have no other requests for you, I just hope that you will be loyal to your dreams without distraction, and don't forget your original intention. You have precious talents, and you should and must do your best to bring them into play. You used to make me feel at ease because I could feel your determination. What's wrong with you recently? Do you seem to be wavering?"

This is the situation that Chen Feng fears the most.

Zhong Lei shook her head, "I don't know either. And why do you always say how talented I am? But I feel that compared with you, my ability is just like a grain of rice. How can it compete with the bright moon?"

Chen Feng was dumbfounded on the spot.

He was always focusing on showing off his skills, and he didn't pay attention to his talent being too much, so that he hit the confidence of the people around him.

Others were too far away, they only knew that he was amazing, but they didn't know how amazing he was. Only people like Zhong Lei who have the ability and understanding, and who stay by his side, can truly feel the abnormality.

That is a feeling of gap that makes people almost despair.

Chen Feng didn't want it to be like this, but this is the reality.

Lu Wei changed from only singing her own songs to actively asking Chen Feng to sing for her in public.

Zhong Lei went from being absolutely confident to being shaken and distracted by self-doubt, and it was all Chen Feng's fault. She

really couldn't be blamed for being weak-willed, but only for Chen Feng's unscrupulous and unrestrained copying.

No one could stand it.

Chen Feng realized that the situation had reached a very critical point without him noticing.

If it wasn't handled well, it would be a disaster.

He slammed the table and stood up abruptly, "This is ridiculous! Unreasonable!"

Zhong Lei was frightened by his sudden anger.

"I..."

"What do you mean by 'I'? Do you know how disappointed I am now?" Chen Feng put his hands on his waist and looked at her with an angry look, "Who do you think you are? I don't know where you got the nerve to belittle yourself!"

Zhong Lei was stunned for a long time.

Although she already knew that Chen Feng was optimistic about her, in the past exchanges between the two, Chen Feng was very peaceful most of the time and almost never lost his temper. It was not

until he suddenly became furious that Zhong Lei realized more deeply.

It turned out that he was not being humble and polite, he was really so confident in himself.

Since her official debut, Zhong Lei has received countless praises.

But she never cared, nor was she complacent about it. At this moment, her heart was beating like a wild horse on the grassland.

"Thank you. Thank you for your encouragement."

She panted slightly, speaking word by word.

Chen Feng saw that her eyes were not right, and his heart skipped a beat.

Mom, am I not scolding people?

What does your moved look mean?

"I don't want your thanks! I didn't encourage you at all! I was telling the truth! Now check your conscience, use your professionalism and artistic sense to think about it, what's the level of the song "Bath of Fire" you wrote? What's the level of the song "Self-Ignition" you wrote independently? Compared with the songs I copied... oh no, those I wrote, how is it worse?"

After a long time, Zhong Lei gradually came back to her senses, seemed a little shy and ashamed, and said in a voice: "They are... They are almost the same."

"Bah! Check your conscience again and think about it!"

Zhong Lei raised her right hand and pressed her chest.

Chen Feng swallowed secretly and turned his face away.

Okay, it's quite interesting.

"It's just a little bit better than most of what you've written."

"Isn't that enough? The level of a person's artistic creativity lies in the quality of his works, not the quantity! Ten thousand mediocre works are not as good as one classic. I have written a lot and I write very quickly, but does that really make me more talented than you? You don't understand such a simple truth? Those in power are confused? You really disappoint me."

Zhong Lei was stunned at first, then nodded gently, "You're right. I've decided!"

"What have you decided?"

"I want to study abroad."

Chen Feng: "Ah? Study abroad?"

"Yes. I need to improve my musical accomplishments in a more systematic way. I should calm down and hone my abilities. I can't always rely on sudden bursts of inspiration and luck to create. I should train my instinctive sense of inspiration into a skill that I can master steadily. Only in this way can I achieve both quality and quantity. Actually, I don't completely agree with your opinion."

"A classic can indeed basically determine my level, but if you have the ability, why don't you write more classics? The birth of each song has its own specific background and contains different emotions. It can move and inspire different people in different scenes, or it can evoke different memories of people. As long as it is a good song, it has its meaning and value. Leaving more value behind will make your life worthwhile. I will make arrangements now and try to leave within next week at the latest. When I come back, I will definitely make you look at me with new eyes."

After saying that, Zhong Lei went upstairs. Chen

Feng stayed there for a long time.

It seems that he used too much force to cheer her up this time, and he almost knocked her away.

What should I do?

Chen Feng fell into thought and began to recall Zhong Lei's creative trajectory after the last visit.

In the previous timeline, after Zhong Lei created "Self-burning", she slowly produced two to three songs per year, or one song every one or two years.

The quality of her subsequent works was not bad, and she was still worthy of her position in the top 100 of the millennium, but it was not until ten years later that she wrote another peak work of the same level as "Bath of Fire" and "Self-burning".

Throughout her life, she wrote a total of six works of this level, with an average interval of six or seven years before she could create one.

With the first two songs "Bath" and "Self", she was already able to sit firmly in the top 100 of the millennium. Counting all her subsequent works, she was finally ranked in the top ten of the millennium in most of the selections.

But just as there is no first in literature, there is no second in martial arts.

There is a Hamlet in everyone's heart. Whether it is Zhong Lei or other regulars in the top ten selections of the millennium, everyone will have many disputes and discussions.

But even with the disputes, Zhong Lei's achievements are still amazing.

Although Zhong Lei is engaged in creation, what she fights for deep in her heart is not the fame after death, but only to have a clear conscience and not to waste her life, but she and her works should be regarded as a complete whole. If

history is considered as a past composed of countless coincidences, then it is because she became a person of that level first.

Her "Bath of Fire" was ranked in that position in the music library, and was heard by researchers of the predecessor of Xuanwu Academy with different identities and names but similar in coincidences at different times again and again, and each time it became a war song for mankind.

Her song "Self-Impuration" will only be played in rotation by the system when Dr. Sergei takes a break occasionally.

Chen Feng is a little confused now.

His original plan was to further interfere with Zhong Lei's life, let her create in reverse based on the content of the golden record sent to the sky in 1977, write a song that is completely opposite to "Songs from the World", and then try to use Zhong Lei's masterpiece to ignite people's hearts and eliminate the infiltration and interference of "Songs from the World".

But if he does this, the burden that Chen Feng puts on Zhong Lei's shoulders will be too heavy.

She may not...

it may even be impossible to complete it.

Or even if she finally does it, this song may consume all her life's talents.

So will her historical status rise or fall?

If it falls, will her song still appear in the right place?

Will the song that was given a great mission to fight against infiltration be praised by the world five hundred years later?

There are too many unknowns and variables about the future. Even though Chen Feng has traveled back and forth several times and has become a veteran, he still dare not make a conclusion about the impact of his behavior on the future.

He can only rely on guesses and continuous trial and error.

When the future has not happened and the variables have not been fixed, no one can really predict the future.

Chen Feng has always wondered whether he would cause a terrible butterfly effect in a certain process because of his unintentional mistake, and ultimately bring the end of the world to mankind a thousand years later, or even whether mankind can't survive until that moment.

If humans were to die out within five hundred years, what would he do a thousand years later?

Chen Feng was unsure.

But he knew that he could not allow this to happen.

Chen Feng always reminded himself that as a person who could project the future, he must be fearful, so that he could take every step steadily.

So now he didn't know what to do with Zhong Lei.

This confusion lasted for several days, and Chen Feng was never able to get rid of it.

But time did not stop because of his indecisiveness. It was still moving forward steadily at a frequency of one step a day.

The surge of the times ushered in a new turning point a week later. On

this day, four major events occurred in the global music circle.

They were:

1. Qin Lu, an artist under Xingfeng Entertainment, released three pre-release singles from her first album. All ten songs in the album were written by Chen Feng, causing a sensation.

2. Ou Junlang, a new big name in the folk music world, released a pre-release single from his second album. The dreamy folk style that no one had ever heard before was eye-catching. And all ten songs in Ou Junlang's album were written by Chen Feng.

3. The first-line young queen of the singing world, Lu Wei, released her second single within a month. This song was again produced by Chen Feng.

4. Chen Feng announced that the total music library of Xingfeng Entertainment has exceeded 30 songs. All the people and producers who are interested in buying songs, you can start.

These songs for sale are of various styles, both in Chinese and English. The intended buyers can make their own requests and provide their preferred styles and past works. The music production department of Xingfeng Entertainment will select and provide the appropriate songs for the appropriate singers. Of course, the tendency of quotations and contract terms is also an important reference for Xingfeng Entertainment to choose buyers.

Four major events happened on the same day.

The entire global entertainment industry and social media were all attracted by Chen Feng.

Along with this, the valuation of Xingfeng Entertainment skyrocketed.

In just one day, its market value jumped from 3 billion to 6.5 billion RMB, equivalent to 1 billion US dollars.

The ability of capital to make a living is the sense of value.

The creative ability displayed by Chen Feng is really terrible.

It is impossible for their noses not to smell it.

Chen Feng just did what he should do step by step, and did not deliberately pursue anything, but his value became clearer and clearer.

The most obvious change is that Ou Junlang's father Ou Guohua was very uncomfortable at this time.

In the study of the Ou family mansion villa, Fatty Ou was laughing.

Ou Guohua had a blank expression on his face.

Somehow, he felt his hand itchy and wanted to hit a baby to cover up his embarrassment.

"Dad, I'm not saying anything bad about you. How can you give my master a valuation of 1 billion? Look, it's only been a short time and it has increased more than six times. You don't know how much time I spent explaining to my master that you really didn't make fun of him, but just didn't understand the market. 1 billion...tsk...that's too..."

Ou Junlang became more and more presumptuous, walking crazily on the edge of being beaten.

Fatty felt so good at this

moment. This was the first time he saw his father lose money since he was a child. It was really a great blessing in life.

Ten seconds passed.

"Oh...ah..."

Fatty Ou was so happy that he turned to sorrow.