Since then, a heated discussion has erupted in the private room of this high-end private restaurant.

Chen Feng acted as a middleman, responsible for paving the way and controlling the overall situation.

Zhong Lei started the discussion from the artistic perspective of sound, while Lai En explained it from a scientific perspective.

Everyone started by discussing the impact of sound on people's thinking, and then discussed the possibility of sound controlling the secretion of human hormones, dopamine and other neurotransmitters in a more refined way.

This is a huge topic, and the three of them launched a wide and precise discussion.

Although Zhong Lei has never been arrogant, Chen Feng knows that she is now the most talented person in the world in playing with sound.

Lai En's ability is not much inferior.

He has a wide range of interests, and what is even more terrifying is that he is proficient in almost all of them.

Although his achievements in other subjects are not as good as his mastery in mathematics and applied physics, they have also reached the level of a university lecturer.

Ryan's potential can reach the level of a versatile scientist, a grandmaster, which is almost impossible to be born in the future.

Zhong Lei: "Sound is a kind of wave. This wave can trigger the brain to resonate and then secrete substances..." "

Yes, but we have to go back to the human body's perspective to analyze it. What kind of wavelength and frequency can promote the secretion of what kind of neurotransmitters? The human body's neurotransmitters include... The part of the human brain that is responsible for different emotions and functions is... The process of these transmitters from birth to traveling along the nerves to transmit information is..."

After hearing this, Chen Feng was almost a little confused.

He had learned the profound technology of eight hundred years later, but he didn't learn it very well, and there was a gap of knowledge of several hundred years in between.

The two ends couldn't connect, and he had no idea.

But he didn't care much. He didn't need to understand it, as long as these two understood it.

On the way, the waiter came over to tell them that the restaurant was closing.

Chen Feng paid 50,000 US dollars and asked the waiter and his boss to work overtime.

This long discussion lasted until 3:40 in the morning.

Lai En returned to Beverly Hills, still unsatisfied, while Chen Feng and Zhong Lei took a helicopter back to the vicinity of Mason College.

Zhong Lei didn't say much during the whole process, and it was obvious that she was still immersed in the heated discussion just now.

When Chen Feng sent her downstairs to the dormitory and was about to go upstairs, she suddenly came to her senses and turned back to look at Chen Feng with sharp eyes.

"Wait, I know it's difficult, but I will succeed! I'm waiting for the day when you chase me, and then I will reject you three times before I agree!"

Chen Feng smiled.

"Then you have to work hard. We only have about a few decades to wait."

"Nonsense!"

Zhong Lei turned around, put her hands on her hips, took firm steps, and went upstairs.

Chen Feng smiled and shook his head, and walked back with a happy mood.

Now he was extremely glad that he had decided to save Ryan.

What is the most important thing in the 21st century?

Talent!

What kind of talent is the most important?

Talent that I can use!

He knew what he had done.

Relying on coincidence and his own two life-threatening rescues, he preserved the important fire.

He pulled Ryan out from under the coffin.

He dragged two people who were completely unrelated and impossible to meet to his side.

One is a top artist in the top ten of the millennium, and the other is a top scientist who died young but whose talent seems to be comparable to Sergei.

Now these two capable generals are in their prime, with the most agile thinking and the strongest creativity.

Moreover, he has found a perfect occasion and brewed a perfect atmosphere, allowing these two people to compete with each other and burst out with the strongest fighting spirit.

Of course, it is mainly because Zhong Lei is unwilling to accept it.

She is unwilling to accept the "rival in love".

It has nothing to do with whether Chen Feng explains it or not.

Anyway, she is very unhappy when she looks at Ryan, and thinks that this person is competing with her for a man.

As for Ryan, perhaps his emotional intelligence was a little low and he failed to perceive Zhong Lei's hostility, but his scientific literacy and instinct as a scholar would make him involuntarily generate corresponding independent thinking and express his own position and views when facing doubts and scientific discussions.

When the two people were discussing, Chen Feng seemed to see the lightning sparks generated by the collision of thoughts at the dinner table.

The sparks of the two people all converged on himself, the conductor.

Even better, Ryan was completely intrigued by Chen Feng's great idea.

When the discussion ended, he still hadn't finished.

Ryan said to Chen Feng, "Chen Feng, I always thought you were just a music producer. Now I want to apologize to you. Your pursuit is too great! I am willing to be a follower of your ideas like Zhong Lei! If we can really create a song like this, then we can selectively provide it to specific listeners. We can make those who focus more focused and those who are motivated more motivated! This will be of great help to the development of human civilization!"

Chen Feng nodded first.

He thought of the cruel survival of the fittest model a thousand years later.

He tentatively said, "In fact, there is no need to select the audience. It can be heard by everyone, right? Let the degenerates of virtual light and shadow become more degenerate, so that these people can be eliminated earlier, which is also good for civilization, right?"

Ryan pondered for a moment, and neither agreed nor refuted, only saying, "That is another topic. I am not knowledgeable enough in anthropology, and I cannot be sure whether the final result of stripping away diversity is good or bad."

Chen Feng nodded and stopped asking questions.

This question, after a thousand years, actually has not received a correct answer.

Of course, the situation Ryan envisioned would only cause trouble in the first five hundred years.

If it can be done, then after five hundred years it must be broadcast indiscriminately on all channels for everyone to listen to.

At that time, we will not seek merit but only avoid mistakes. As long as we can eliminate the infiltration of "Songs from the World" and maintain human creativity, it will be a great achievement.

Because of the breakthrough progress, in the next few days, Chen Feng did not rush back to China, but stayed in Los Angeles for a long time, only remotely controlling the actions in China.

This is hard for Meng Xiaozhou, who has to take charge of the overall situation in China for a while, and then he has to go to Los Angeles to do the big business of selling songs and earning dollars.

But Meng Xiaozhou did not complain, but enjoyed it.

Old Meng is also a man with great ambitions.

He joined Xingfeng Entertainment to repay a favor, but he didn't want to be wasted.

Now Chen Feng's steps are so fast and big, and the company is advancing by leaps and bounds. Although he is tired, he has a refreshing feeling that the sky is high and the birds fly freely and he can display his talents.

Meng Xiaozhou is not afraid of being tired, but he is afraid that he can't display his ambitions.

Chen Feng maintains the frequency of every other day and personally hosts a discussion between the two geniuses.

The occasions for the three to discuss problems have changed from restaurants to acoustic laboratories, piano rooms, university classrooms, performances in music halls, Professor Mason's classrooms, and so on.

Whenever Zhong Lei and Lai En have irreconcilable differences on a certain issue, Chen Feng will act as a referee based on his feelings.

Things are moving forward slowly and steadily.

Chen Feng's eyes seemed to be able to see through the heavy fog and see that the true war song belonging to mankind was waving at him.

It was a dawn created by him.

He planted the seeds, hoping to bear good results in the future.

On the afternoon of March 25, 2020, Chen Feng first went to the airport to say goodbye to Ryan, who was about to fly to Boston to return to the laboratory. Then he returned to the hotel and wrote furiously in the room.

In front of him was a palm-sized notebook with a gold-plated cover, exquisite workmanship.

The pen he used to write was a special pointed core pen, the ink of which could last for more than a hundred years without fading.

The paper of the notebook is also special. If properly sealed, it can last for three hundred years without turning into humus.

Yes, he is writing a tip sheet for himself in the "virtual timeline" that is about to appear.

This is a plan he made early on.

Now that the time travel is imminent, it is time to complete it.