After waiting for about two or three hours, when Chen Feng was on his way home from work, Zheng Rou called him.

"Mr. Chen, Chen Li thinks your song is pretty good. If the content in your later works can maintain this level, she is willing to buy out all the copyrights of this song for 200,000 yuan."

"Oh, I see. Thank you, Sister Rou."

"Well, that's the price they offer. It's not a high price, but it's not bad for a new music producer. You can decide whether to sell it or not. Just give me a reply tomorrow."

Chen Feng nodded, "Okay."

"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng didn't feel as excited as he had expected.

It was obviously a good thing, he didn't know what happened.

Two hundred thousand, almost equal to his salary for two or three years, plus his savings, he could even pay a down payment for a small apartment in the suburbs of Hanzhou.

But strangely, he felt empty in his heart, not satisfied and fulfilled.

Asking himself, Chen Feng felt that he was not a pushover.

If he hadn't met Zhong Lei, if his relationship with Zhong Lei hadn't changed at all, if he hadn't heard her sobbing yesterday, then Chen Feng would probably be able to sell this song without any psychological barriers.

But there are not so many ifs.

He can't lie to himself.

People always have an illusion that when they see bad people living well, they always think that they can easily become bad people, and then live better than bad people, but they just don't bother to become bad.

But when the time came, Chen Feng realized that being a bad person is not as easy as he imagined.

It seems simple to deceive yourself, but it is actually the most difficult thing in the world, and it also requires talent.

In the evening, Chen Feng and Zhong Lei sat together in a skewers restaurant at the entrance of the Weston community.

Chen Feng treated everyone to this meal to celebrate the success of selling songs.

However, there was no festive atmosphere at the table, but rather it was very dull. When

a man and a woman have a meal together, as long as one of them is not good at dealing with the opposite sex, it is easy to make the atmosphere awkward, let alone if both of them are like this.

There is an advantage, at least both of them are very adaptable to this situation.

Although it seems strange to others, they feel comfortable.

Just eat, why chat.

Zhong Lei finally spoke first.

She raised her teacup and squeezed a smile, "Congratulations on your success in selling songs. Although Chen Li is not a top star, she is also a powerful singer with many ambitions. After this success, you can seriously consider changing careers in the future. With your talent, you can make a living from this."

Chen Feng really wanted to tell her, don't force yourself to smile.

You are a singer, not an actor, you are so fake.

Chen Feng: "Thank you for your good words. What are your plans next?"

Zhong Lei hesitated for a few seconds, "I will go home in a few days, and I may not come to Hanzhou in the future. When the time comes, please help me to return my house. This is your job anyway."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

Chen Feng clearly remembered that in the years before Zhong Lei became famous, she had been living in Hanzhou.

If she left now, it would mean that her life had a major turning point. It is hard to say whether she can become the one in history in the future.

No, I have to think of a way to not let her lose Hanzhou.

"By the way, I have something to confess to you. Actually, I heard you practicing singing when I got home from work yesterday."

"What! Did you hear anything else?"

Chen Feng forced a blank expression, "No, just the song."

"And then?"

"You sang really well."

"Thank you for the compliment." Zhong Lei was not too humble, she knew her level very well.

Compared with those famous singers, what she lacked was not her strength, but a suitable opportunity.

"Also, I found that you added a melody based on the demo I sang. Why didn't you record it?"

Zhong Lei was stunned at first.

She really wanted to expose Chen Feng.

When she was practicing singing yesterday, she only inserted the newly added melody when her emotions got out of control at the last time.

How could he only hear the song? He must have heard her crying!

Damn it.

A smart person would act crazy and stupid at this time, pretending nothing happened, but Zhong Lei was not good at pretending. She felt a little ashamed and immediately showed her displeasure on her face.

She said gloomily: "This is your song, I can't just add something to it."

"But I think the melody you added is very good, so I plan to use the rhythm you sang at that time for the following part."

Zhong Lei decisively refused, "How can this be! This will destroy the harmony of your entire song. Everyone has a different creative style. You used mine, so naturally it will be inconsistent."

Chen Feng wanted to laugh in his heart, what a joke, you think too much, you are so humble.

Originally, all of them were yours!

"No, adding this part is exactly what I want. I've already decided. I think it will make the song better, even if you disagree."

Chen Feng said firmly.

The original rhythm is like this, how can he change it without using this?

If you don't allow me to use it, then I can't play with it.

"You..."

Zhong Lei was a little angry.

She wanted to say that it was my inspiration, how can you take it for your own benefit.

But she thought again, her inspiration was built on the foundation laid by Chen Feng, and in a sense, it is indeed Chen Feng's intellectual property.

"This is what I plan to do with the 200,000 yuan. Since I used your melody, you don't have to pay for the demo recording fee, but I have to give you another sum of money, let's say... 50,000 yuan."

Chen Feng felt a little painful when he said this.

But this made him feel a little relieved. Let her earn 50,000 yuan, and he could probably keep her in Seoul.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Lei suddenly got angry.

She shouted loudly with a tone that was a little out of control: "No! I don't want your money!" Her

voice was so loud that everyone else in the Chuan Chuan Xiang restaurant couldn't help but turn their heads to look over here.

The diners were furious about gossip.

The eyes of the two people became very meaningful.

Tsk, this guy doesn't look like he has a lot of money.

This girl doesn't want his money, probably because it's too little.

Chen Feng and Zhong Lei noticed the strange looks from others. Chen Feng was a little embarrassed, but Zhong Lei didn't care at all.

Chen Feng continued to grit his teeth and said, "No, this is what you deserve. Why are you refusing it?"

"Enough! I said I don't want your charity and sympathy."

After that, Zhong Lei threw down her dishes and got up and left.

When Chen Feng paid the bill and chased after her, she had disappeared.

This person is so inexplicably stubborn. No wonder she would be single for the rest of her life in another timeline. She really deserves it.

When he got home, he knocked on Zhong Lei's door again.

An angry shout came from inside.

"You helped me before. I also sang a demo for you. Now we are even, you don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you anything. What I want to do is my business, and you don't need to care about it. Don't bother me anymore, otherwise I will really complain to you."

Chen Feng thought that the money he gave to Zhong Lei was an equal exchange, because the song "Boring" originally belonged to her.

But Zhong Lei didn't know this.

She thought she just wrote a little melody, and Chen Feng wanted to give her 50,000.

He was clearly giving alms and looking down on her.

There was no essential difference between him and those men who wanted to support her.

It is better to draw a clear line early than to make things worse in the future.

She went back to her wild way of being stubborn and unyielding, and Chen Feng didn't know what to say anymore, so he just left.

Back in the room, Chen Feng was bored so he picked up his guitar and played the prelude of "It's Late at Night" softly.

Just like the name of the song, the lights outside were already on. Chen Feng put down the guitar and looked out the window.

He was thinking about a problem very seriously.

Zheng Rou said that Chen Li would give a reply tomorrow and the final decision had to be made tonight.

Sell or not?

Selling songs was his original intention and he had been working hard for it for more than two weeks.

He had experienced many setbacks and thought he couldn't succeed, but things turned around and things looked bright.

Now he just needs to nod and things will be done.

But when the time came, he hesitated again.