"Manager, are you just going to let him go like this?"

Chen Feng had been downstairs for nearly five minutes. Seeing that Linde had not made any move, the people upstairs came up and asked.

Linde turned around and asked, "What else? I just asked you to help me beat him up, but no one did it. What are you instigating now?"

Linde was so angry that he couldn't say anything.

However, after such a mess, although Linde's face was still burning, he felt that his long-cherished wish had come true.

Finally, he could get rid of Chen Feng legitimately.

After all, he was a middle-level manager, and he was beaten in public by a grassroots employee. If they wanted to fire him, the big guys in the headquarters would not say a word, right?

"What are you looking at! Go do your own work!"

After making up his mind, Linde looked around fiercely and glared.

However, the red mark on half of his face greatly damaged his dignity and made him look a little funny.

Tang Shuang, who had argued with him the most before, had already packed her bag and walked out.

Linde called her, "Tang Shuang, where are you going!"

Tang Shuang turned around blankly, "It's time to get off work."

Linde: "..."

"Go! Go!"

Unlike Chen Feng, who had no popularity in the company, Tang Shuang, although she often stood on the side of Chen Feng, had a very good popularity in the company.

Linde was very sorry that he could not fire her easily.

After returning to his office, Linde called the leader directly under the headquarters on the spot and said that he would forcibly fire a grassroots employee.

He didn't want to explain everything at first, but his boss was not a pushover. He insisted on finding out the whole story and even asked about every word he said.

"If the company doesn't compensate according to the regulations and forcibly fires Chen Feng, how can you guarantee that he won't post everything you said today on the Internet after he leaves?"

the boss asked.

Linde was stunned, "Uh."

"We are an Internet company. The market competition is so fierce now. Public opinion and reputation are very important to the company. As one of the company's leaders, you speak without restraint and don't know how to be careful. The fans of celebrities are so enthusiastic now. Can you afford to offend them? Did other female celebrities provoke you?"

Linde was scolded and had to make excuses.

"I'll deduct 3,000 yuan from your bonus this time. I hope you won't do it again."

Linde was almost vomiting blood because he was deducted 3,000 yuan for complaining.

"However, the impact of Chen Feng beating someone in public is very bad. I'll advise him to resign. But he should be paid three months' salary as compensation. In addition, if he still wants to live in the employee welfare apartment he lives in, he can renew the lease at a special price. Do you understand?"

This is how leaders deal with it. They hit him with a stick and then give him a sweet date.

Deduct Linde's bonus and then directly fire Chen Feng, but at the same time give Chen Feng enough compensation.

This way, Linde's authority as a middle-level cadre is maintained, while not offending Chen Feng too much.

...

From Chen Feng's floor above, there was a faint sound of singing. It seemed that Zhong Lei was practicing singing "Boring" a cappella.

Unlike the last time, although both parties had signed the contract, this time Zhong Lei was not in a hurry to come up with the accompaniment for "Boring".

She was still waiting for the funds for "Boring" to come back.

Zhong Lei didn't tell Chen Feng a thing.

In fact, she had always been very dissatisfied with the quality of "Boring", and even felt deeply guilty.

At first, she thought that the final product of the song "Boring" was impeccable.

It was not narcissism, but she really couldn't find her own shortcomings.

But as time went on, she listened to this song over and over again, and slowly began to notice a very subtle sense of disharmony.

Zhong Lei gradually found the reason.

There was something wrong with the accompaniment.

The accompaniment made of pure electronic music, although of stable quality, lost its spirituality.

Art is a very subjective thing, difficult to quantify, and the focus is on sensory perception.

So this time when making "Boring", Zhong Lei decided not to rush for success. She would strive to make the details of each instrumental accompaniment extreme.

The pursuit of perfection will definitely cost a lot of money.

Since Zhong Lei has not signed an agency yet, "Boring" is also a personal contract between the two of them, so the production cost of "Boring" will have to be paid by the two of them this time.

The two received a total of 50,000 signing fees before tax, but this is definitely not enough.

Zhong Lei wants to make "Boring" according to the effect she wants, and the total investment should not be less than 300,000.

She hasn't discussed this with her partner Chen Feng yet.

After all, before this, she wasn't sure how popular "Boring" would be.

If she didn't make much money, she would continue to arrange electronic music. If it became popular and she could make money, then she would really think about making a big production.

Chen Feng was also not thoughtful at this time. After returning home, he was busy looking at projects online and thinking about what he should do after leaving. Should he continue to work? Or start a business now? What to do in

a business? Go all out to write songs?

Then should he open a cultural company?

Or just focus on being a self-employed song seller?

But if he is a self-employed song seller, should he find a hired singer who specializes in singing demos for him?

Chen Feng can't always use Zhong Lei to sing demos for him.

Now that Zhong Lei has become famous, her status will be different in the future, and her schedule will be very busy. It's not appropriate to trouble her to sing demos for him.

In addition, Chen Feng is also studying how employees should reasonably and legally protect their rights after being fired.

He doesn't want to leave any handle for the guests in the apartment and then be sent to jail.

He was thinking about it when someone knocked on the door. It was Zhong Lei.

"What's the matter?"

Chen Feng opened the door and asked.

Zhong Lei took out a guitar from behind her back, "I changed your score a little bit and temporarily changed it to full guitar accompaniment. Do you want to listen to me sing it once and feel it?"

Chen Feng looked down at the watch, "It's past nine o'clock. The neighbors won't have any objections, right?"

Zhong Lei thought for a while and pointed to the small bathroom separated by a glass curtain wall, which was very distinctive of the apartment.

"Go inside."

"Huh?"

"Huh what? Come on!"

So, two people squeezed into the small bathroom that occupied less than three square meters.

One of them was holding a guitar, making the space even more crowded.

Zhong Lei closed the door with her backhand. Chen Feng was a little nervous. He had just taken a shower, and the air in the bathroom was still humid and stuffy.

However, Zhong Lei was unaware of this so-called charming atmosphere, and her fingertips slid across the strings.

The crisp and rhythmic guitar sound suddenly rang out in the crowded bathroom, accompanied by her unique voice, which was very powerful. The low-pitched sound was full of magnetism, and the high-pitched sound was like the chirping of yellow orioles in the empty mountains after the rain.

The wonderful resonant sound cavity formed by the small space of the bathroom added an amazing sound effect to Zhong Lei's seemingly simple a cappella.

Chen Feng quickly immersed himself in this classic song written by "himself".

Listening to a live performance and listening to a CD are always different experiences.

Many people think that singers can only perform best in CDs, and no matter how good the live performance is, it cannot match the effect recorded in the recording studio.

But in fact, it is wrong.

If these people really have friends who are so good at singing that they need to call the police, they will suddenly understand everything if they hear someone singing a line in a KTV.

About ten minutes later, Chen Feng regained his sanity after saying N good things in a row.

Seeing him like this, Zhong Lei was confident that her hard work had paid off.

"Then it's settled! I'll go up first."

After saying that, she left.

Chen Feng kept shaking his head.

What was settled?

How come I don't remember it at all?

Wait!

Damn it!

I seemed to have just promised her that I would invest all the income from the first two months of "Boring" into the production of "Boring"!

In addition, she seemed to have said that she planned to set up her own company and not join any brokerage company.

She thought that only in this way could she remain free.

I seemed to have also promised to invest in her brokerage company?

Damn it! How many good things did I just say? How many requests did I agree to?

Chen Feng was suddenly overwhelmed.

This was beyond his expectations.

Although it seemed that he could hold on to Zhong Lei tightly, he had no experience in acting as an artist agent and did not think he could do it well.

The key point was that he was not interested in it at all.

Being an agent was so troublesome. He just wanted to copy and write songs quietly.

As for Zhong Lei, he would let her grow on her own. Wouldn't it be comfortable to live such a simple life?