Give me a guitar, and I can move half the world.

I don't know who found a guitar from the manor and handed it to her.

Zhong Lei moved quickly and took the guitar.

Then her heart was slightly shocked.

This guitar is not simple.

As soon as she got it in her hand, she knew the texture, and when she saw the engraved signature on it, she really understood.

This guitar is a work of a famous artist, and the plaque on it alone is worth one hundred thousand US dollars.

Zhong Lei was shocked by the grade of this guitar, but others were shocked by the grade of her, Chen Feng's "assistant".

"This is Zhong Lei, the producer of "Self-Ignition." "

I've heard of that song, she's amazing. Is she his assistant?"

"Who is this person?"

"It's said that he's the boss of Zhong Lei's company."

"No wonder a producer like this would be his assistant."

"No, it's said that he's more talented than Zhong Lei. He should be considered Zhong Lei's mentor."

"This... such a young mentor?"

"Zhong Lei, who wrote "Self-Ignition," is also very young."

"That's right."

While these people were whispering to each other, Chen Feng had already finished tuning his guitar.

He didn't care about the quality of the guitar, he just tuned it and started playing.

In fact, he felt that this scene was a bit awkward, but he closed his eyes and ignored the others, and just let it go.

The first song he chose was "Star Dream Garden Party" created by a British musician in 2047.

This is a classic work that combines postmodern magic and medieval opera styles, collectively known as magic songs.

Its main feature is that it turns traditional opera into electronic music, but it does not keep the beats. Instead, it processes the characteristic sound quality in the opera to be clearer and more varied, creating a dreamlike effect.

In the era of 2047, "Star Dream Garden Party" is a masterpiece.

But in 2020, this is a pioneering work that has never been heard before, with a spirit of innovation and exploration.

Originally, the birth of this song required at least twenty years of sedimentation, countless people had to create one exploratory song after another, and then a brilliant person stood up, stood on the shoulders of all the predecessors, integrated the advantages of the previous works, and abandoned all the shortcomings of the previous works to achieve it.

Now Chen Feng has reversed the cause and effect relationship and let the culmination of the work be born first.

Since then, the development of magic opera has been led by Chen Feng into another channel that has never appeared in history.

The style of magic songs will become popular in advance, so in the next twenty years, its development will be faster than the other timeline. Chen Feng cannot predict the situation after 2047.

Whether this gap is good or bad, and how the magic opera will develop in the future, Chen Feng has no idea, but the others present are deeply touched by this new style.

Even if the guitar can only show less than one percent of the characteristics of the magic opera, experts can tell whether it is there or not once they play it. These Grammy winners, nominees, and production team participants only need to listen to the prelude to taste the taste.

Chen Feng's guitar playing skills are very proficient and impeccable.

The song he played is even more special. This is an unprecedented style, his innovation, but it is particularly fascinating.

After a long time, Chen Feng finished playing, pressed the strings, and smiled without saying a word.

Everyone tasted in silence and digested in the taste.

Everyone knows that this is just the guitar accompaniment of a complete work, and perhaps he also made some on-the-spot adaptations to fill in the rhythm.

So what should the finished product of this song be like?

Is he going to create a new genre?

Like blues blues?

Can this song be bought? How much? What price do you have to pay to buy it?

Everyone was curious like a cat pie.

But Chen Feng did not give any extra explanations, but started playing the next song without stopping.

"This..."

It was another completely different style, and still a melody that had never been heard before.

About twenty minutes later, Chen Feng returned the guitar.

He played guitar accompaniment for a total of six songs.

The level of the last five songs was slightly inferior to "Star Dream Garden Party", but not too far behind. Anyway,

this was in public, and everyone present was well-known, so he was not afraid of someone else hearing his songs first and snatching the copyright.

Moreover, he believed that all six of his songs would be sold before today was over.

"Well, goodbye, everyone."

Chen Feng waved his hand, took Zhong Lei and turned to leave.

As expected, someone rushed out in two seconds and grabbed him.

Chen Feng turned around, and except for Lesna, most of them were people of all ages whom he did not know.

He had already sent the opportunity to everyone, and it would be stupid for these people to miss it.

Even though Lesna knew in advance that Chen Feng had songs to sell and was mentally prepared for their quality, she still found it difficult to control herself at this time.

Chen Feng, however, was determined to leave, looking extremely disappointed with the level of the party.

But in the end, he stayed because Katie Swift, an acquaintance, also rushed out after hearing the news.

At the same time, Lesna exposed Morey's butler's operation in public.

After combining the cause and effect, many doubts emerged.

The owner of the manor is a billionaire who has a great influence in the European and American film and television and music circles, and his industries span multiple fields such as media, cinemas, and artist management companies.

At this time, the billionaire glared at Morey with a gloomy face, and then he pointed at Wang Xilei and others who were still watching the excitement from a distance, "You deliberately let them pretend to be our distinguished guests to sneak in?"

Morey shook his head repeatedly and denied it firmly, saying that he was deceived.

But his sophistry was meaningless.

Because he personally brought the two people to the waiter, and when the other party did not issue an invitation letter, he said it was these two people.

If no one pursued this small operation of Butler Morey, it would naturally go unnoticed.

Or even if Chen Feng and Zhong Lei's influence was not as strong, they could only hold their noses and admit their mistakes.

But the reality is already like this, and everything is meaningless.

Morey was fired on the spot.

In addition, there will be a lawyer's letter waiting for him.

His suspicious financial transactions will be exposed, and the $200,000 he just received will completely destroy his career and put him in jail.

Chen Feng returned to the manor surrounded by many celebrities.

Coming to Los Angeles from China and standing in a certain crowd, the popularity of Chen Feng and Zhong Lei reversed, as if Chen Feng was the star and Zhong Lei was just a vassal.

Zhong Lei didn't care.

She liked to see this scene, and she thought that someone as talented and capable as Chen Feng should be respected.

Chen Feng sold a total of eight songs that day.

In addition to the six songs he played, others also booked two more.

The average selling price of each song was one million US dollars.

And he got all the shared copyrights, which means that if others use his songs, in addition to paying him millions of dollars, they also have to share the copyrights with him. He will get 30% to 50% of all subsequent related profits.

In addition, Chen Feng can continue to produce Chinese versions. After five years, the copyright of the songs will automatically return to Chen Feng. On the one hand, the contract will be extended, and on the other hand, Chen Feng can give it to other people to sing.

This condition is very harsh. In Europe and the United States, only top producers with extremely high status can get it.

But this is just Chen Feng's first success.

After finishing his business, Chen Feng took Zhong Lei to stroll around the venue.

"Congratulations, Mr. Chen, it's nice to meet you."

A standard Mandarin voice rang behind him.

Chen Feng turned around.

Standing in front of him was a Chinese face who was slightly older than himself.

In a foreign country, especially in this occasion, it is still very gratifying to see a compatriot who is also invited.

Chen Feng raised his glass and gently gestured to the other party, "Hello, nice to meet you. I haven't asked yet, who are you?"

The man also raised his glass, "My name is Lai En."

"Huh?" Chen Feng shook his head, "Sorry, I asked about your Chinese name. I don't remember foreigners' names very well."

The man laughed and laughed. "

No... Hi! Hahaha! It's my fault, I forgot. My surname is Lai, my given name is En, and my ancestral home is Hunan." He shook his head, "Our surname Lai should not be considered a particularly small surname, right?"

Chen Feng laughed hoarsely and accidentally made an oolong.

"I'm sorry, there are only foreigners here, Wright, Reis, Leonardo, I'm too worried, my brain can't react." He bowed repeatedly, "Sorry, sorry."

Suddenly, he froze, his eyes widened, pointed at Ryan, and said in a high-pitched voice: "Are you Ryan? That Ryan?"

"Yes. What's wrong?" Now it was Ryan's turn to be confused.

Chen Feng asked again: "Can you write songs?"

"Well, of course, this is also the reason why I'm here. But compared to you, Mr. Chen, I'm just an insignificant amateur, not in the same league, sorry to make fun of me."

Hearing this, Chen Feng hissed and took a deep breath, as if his heart was thundering.

After Meng Wanyue, Chen Feng met another "dead man" in history.

The value of this person is about 50 to 100 million times that of Meng Wanyue.

Ryan is not an amateur in songwriting, on the contrary, he is very good, otherwise he would not be here.

He is just being humble.

He is not interested in this, and songwriting is just a hobby.

What he calls an amateur is just because he is too good and talented in his field of work.

His real field is science.

Ryan is an amateur, excellent composer and top scientist who has left his name in history before the age of 30.

He died at the age of 29, this year.