As soon as Chen Feng walked away, Mai Hui came closer.

"Sister Rou, you said it's so late at night, it's troublesome for you to come here."

Zheng Rou smiled, "It's no problem, I'll go in and sit for a while. By the way, Teacher He will participate in a variety show on a provincial TV station tomorrow, right?"

"Yes."

"It's like this. The TV station will arrange seven or eight newcomers to warm up the show tomorrow. Among them is a little girl named Tong Baoer, who is the niece of my friend. I will need Teacher He to guide her more and talk to Tong Baoer a little more during the show. It doesn't matter what you say. It will also be convenient for the TV station to give her more shots."

This is the real purpose of Zheng Rou's special trip here.

The size of the influence is one thing, but for this kind of request, if there is a chance to discuss it face to face, it is still polite to discuss it face to face.

Mai Hui nodded repeatedly, "Since Sister Rou ordered me to do it, I will emphasize it to Jiaqi later." After

her request was met, Zheng Rou couldn't help but ask one more question, "The person who just chatted with me is called Chen Feng. You seem to have some conflicts with him?"

Chen Feng thought he hid it well, but Zheng Rou, who was as sharp as she was, saw that he walked so fast, as if he was afraid of being approached by Mai Hui. This was not just ordinary dislike.

So now Zheng Rou said a little more, thinking that if the conflict was not intense, she would just be a peacemaker.

Mai Fai was confused, "Chen Feng? The young man with the guitar who was chatting with you just now? I was just about to ask you if he was harassing you too. You were about to call security."

Zheng Rou was stunned, "Ah? What do you mean?"

"Sister Rou, you don't know how crazy this guy is. Jia Qi was still singing on the stage, and I was about to go back to the backstage to rest, but he blocked my way and said he wrote a song and wanted to sell it to me. He's crazy."

Zheng Rou was a little surprised, "Ah? He wrote another song?"

"Again?" Mai Fai noticed something was wrong.

"Well, some time ago he wrote a very good new song and wanted to sell it to Weiwei. Weiwei thought it was good, but the style didn't quite match, so she introduced it to someone else. Unfortunately, he changed his mind later and the connection didn't work out."

This time, it was Mai Hui's turn to be dumbfounded.

Mai Hui knew, of course, that Lu Wei always created her own works and never considered the works of other producers.

But the reason why Lu Wei rejected Chen Feng was not because the song was bad, but because the style didn't match?

And although Lu Wei didn't buy the song herself, she still took the initiative to act as an introducer, which can also indirectly illustrate the quality of the song.

Is this guy really that good?

Mai Hui quickly asked, "How good are his songs?"

Zheng Rou replied, "I can't say exactly how good they are, and I don't really understand, but Wei Wei said it's good, so it's good. And she also asked me to keep in touch with him more often when I have time. If he writes another song that suits Wei Wei, he can sell it to us, and we'll temporarily store it in our music library."

Hiss hiss hiss!

Mai Hui sucked in cool air crazily.

This was really embarrassing.

"Damn it, I just rejected him, and my tone was not very good."

When Chen Feng was about to walk downstairs to his house, the phone rang. It was Zheng Rou calling.

He answered it.

But the person who spoke on the line was not Zheng Rou, but Mai Hui, the sissy.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, I'm Mai Hui..."

"No, sorry. My work is not mature enough, not worthy of you."

Chen Feng replied stiffly, and then hung up the phone.

Half an hour later, the phone rang again, and it was Zheng Rou calling again.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, Mai Hui insisted that I play the peacemaker."

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay. Sister Rou, you've taken your trouble."

"I think that it's better to resolve a feud than to create one. It's just a small matter. Otherwise, I'll treat you two to dinner together some other day, and sit down and have a good chat."

Chen Feng smiled from a distance, "Sister Rou, you're overthinking. I'm just too lazy to argue with him. I thought about it carefully before, and I do feel that this new song is not mature enough and needs further polishing."

"Oh, that's true. Weiwei is also surprised that you released a new song so quickly."

After a brief chat and hanging up the phone, Chen Feng's ordinary yet fulfilling day came to an end.

Bored, he turned on his computer and listened to "Boring" again before going back to bed.

If nothing unexpected happens, Zhong Lei should be able to meet the person in charge of KuGe tomorrow and get relatively good conditions, so that she can sign the contract.

I hope everything goes well.

Turn off the lights.

Bang!

There was a loud noise from upstairs, as if something fell on the floor.

Chen Feng was shocked and jumped out of bed and ran upstairs, "What's wrong? What happened!"

"Chen Feng! Good news!"

Zhong Lei slammed the door open.

She held the phone in her hand, her face filled with a restrained joy.

But it was this kind of restraint that could tell others her loss of composure and how great the good news she had just received was.

At this time, Zhong Lei's forehead had a little red mark, probably because she fell off the bed after receiving the good news.

"What news?"

Chen Feng asked happily.

Zhong Lei did not answer, her eyes drifted down.

Chen Feng also stood there in a daze after asking.

It turned out that both of them were only wearing underwear.

Zhong Lei closed the door again in anger, and Chen Feng fled back downstairs.

After waiting for several minutes, the two people upstairs and downstairs finally explained the matter clearly on the phone.

It turned out that just now, an employee of KuGe suddenly called her and said that the supervisor had listened to the DEMO of "Boring" carefully and was very satisfied. He decided to give a B-level contract and she could just go and sign the contract tomorrow. KuGe

's copyright licensing contracts, except for special contracts for special matters, are divided into four levels: A, B, C,

and D. The worst is the D-level, which is also the version that Zhong Lei and Chen Feng have always been dissatisfied with, and is specially used to deal with pure newbies.

The slightly inferior one is the C-level, which is what the two have always wanted to fight for.

But she didn't expect the other party to directly give the B-level, which is the highest level contract that the copyright supervisor can sign personally. Those

who can sign the B-level contract are usually at least second-tier singers.

Although she didn't know what had happened, Zhong Lei was indeed very happy.

Chen Feng also thought it was a cause for celebration.

After being excited for almost half an hour, Chen Feng finally fell asleep.

...

"Private Chen Feng! Step out!"

Chen Feng opened his eyes suddenly.

Once again, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar scene.

The playground, the aircraft, the cloudless sky, the high-tech clock tower...

and Ding Hu's "hateful" square face.

His mind raced, and it turned out that another month had passed without him noticing.

I had a dream again!

No, I'm back again!

Start the countdown.

Ten, nine, eight... three, two, one.

"Still in a daze? Go run ten laps around the playground!"

As soon as the countdown ended, Ding Hu came up again, with the same ferocious expression and the same roaring tone.

Once again, I came to a thousand years later, and started with running laps as always.

Everything is under control.

Chen Feng made up his mind secretly.

Things are probably clear now.

This is the third time, there won't be any more surprises.

Then I will definitely have this dream on the 26th night of every month, and I will definitely come to a thousand years later!

The same will happen next month.

The job of copying songs and working as a porter can be continued.

So this time, as the creator of "Boring", have I left my name a thousand years later?

What about Zhong Lei?

Is she still there?

Chen Feng wished he could grow wings, fly back to the dormitory area after training, and then use his personal computer to check the situation online.

"I told you to run laps, why are you grinning like an idiot! Run ten more laps! Twenty laps in total!"

Ding Hu's voice floated from afar.

Chen Feng: Fuck!