Now it was Chen Feng's turn to look at her warily, always feeling that this woman might want to play a hidden trick with him so as to take advantage of the opportunity to get promoted.

But this was not Chen Feng's original intention, he did not want to live like the kind of person he once hated infinitely.

"Do you know any of He Jiaqi's songs?"

"Yes."

"Sing one and try."

On the campus, under the tree-lined path, a very recognizable female singing voice rang out.

This is a very rare mezzo-soprano, very melodious, with excellent pitch and rich emotions.

To be honest, Chen Feng was shocked.

He had already blocked this girl who looked glamorous on the surface but was mentally retarded at heart, but he did not expect that such a chance encounter would actually bring him such a treasure.

With such superb singing skills and such a recognizable mezzo-soprano, if she can sing a suitable song, she should have achieved something, even if she doesn't become famous all over the world.

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, how did I sing?"

"It's... it's OK."

In fact, Chen Feng wanted to ask her, why haven't you become famous yet, why won't you become famous in the future?

Why haven't I heard your name in so many songs after a thousand years?

What happened to the second half of your life?

"Then I am qualified to give birth to a monkey for you, oh no, am I qualified to sing a demo for you?"

Chen Feng shook his head, "Giving birth to a monkey is not enough, singing a demo is okay."

"Hey! Thank you! I love you to death!"

Regardless of the fact that this was in public on campus, Qin Lu grabbed Chen Feng's hand and shook it.

Chen Feng violently broke away, "Can you be normal!"

"I'm normal!" "

You're normal! You're a woman, you're so reserved!"

"Brother Feng, you don't understand, you really don't understand the sorrow of those of us who have no creative talent. I can't restrain my admiration for you. Think about it, if my singing skills are combined with your creative talent, how amazing the little monkey will be!"

Chen Feng drove her crazy.

He also figured out why Qin Lu had achieved nothing in her life. She

was too stupid, too foolish.

She had never thought that if he just happened to have the same name as her, or even had a forged ID, wouldn't he be able to fool her completely?

"Are you like this to every creator?"

"How is that possible! I'm usually so arrogant."

Chen Feng was speechless, "Okay, be serious, let's go record the song, don't do anything! Otherwise, take me to find your counselor, and I'll find someone else."

"Don't be like this, good brother, I'm really not like this to everyone. Believe me..."

"Shut up! Let go!"

"Aren't you afraid that I'm bragging? I'm fooling you?"

"From the moment you broke free from my hand, I knew you were very reliable."

Chen Feng: "..."

He really shouldn't be a good person, he should take advantage of her, so that she would probably sober up.

In the end, Chen Feng signed a confidentiality contract with Qin Lu, let her sing the song, and gave her 5,000 yuan in labor fees.

Qin Lu originally didn't want the money.

She refused like this, "Brother Feng, you don't have to give me money. It's my honor to have the opportunity to record a demo for you. If you really feel bad, just have a baby with me." "

Get lost!"

Although it was really tiring and exhausting to get along with Qin Lu, the demo that was finally produced was surprisingly good.

Chen Feng even thought that if Qin Lu wasn't rich enough to buy her own songs, and if she hadn't already promised He Jiaqi that she wouldn't break her promise, if she had sung "Late Night", maybe she would have become famous.

Chen Feng sent the demo and waited only half an hour before He Jiaqi called and decided to buy the copyright of the song, and the price was raised from 500,000 before tax to 800,000 after tax.

攏Total difference before and after tax is equivalent to an increase of nearly 400,000 on the basis of 500,000.

One song, 800,000 after tax, this is infinitely close to the price of top producers in the entire industry.

Finding the right person to sing the demo, while being able to expose the content of the song as little as possible and show the level of the song more perfectly, will naturally achieve the effect of 1+1 greater than 2, which meets Chen Feng's expectations.

He was very satisfied with the price and agreed on the spot.

That night, Mai Hui bought a plane ticket to fly back to Hanzhou, signed the contract and transferred the money in person, and Chen Feng handed over the complete handwritten music score.

Unknowingly, the total amount in his bank card exceeded one million.

This day was destined to be his wealth day.

In view of the good market response to "Boring", Q Music temporarily adjusted the payment cycle. After only two weeks of listing, Chen Feng's personal traffic dividend exceeded 200,000 after tax, and Q Music called him.

Returning home alone, Chen Feng lay on the bed and stared at the total amount of 1.24 million.

It was such a long number that he felt a strong sense of trance.

This...

is too unreal!

He took a deep breath, and an inexplicable emotion called jealousy emerged in his heart.

He relied on cheating to plagiarize other people's achievements, and he easily completed a salted fish turnaround in just three months.

In Hanzhou, more than 1.2 million in cash means that he can pay the down payment for a two-bedroom house in the city.

He envied those who had real talent.

I got to where I am today because of cheating and using cheats.

But those who are truly talented can do all this purely by their own ability without cheating or cheating.

Chen Feng is jealous of other people's talents.

So God is never fair. Mediocre people always comfort themselves by saying that no matter how talented others are, they still have to work hard to reach the top.

But this is just self-deception of mediocre people.

A truly amazing genius only needs to put in one-third of the effort of an ordinary person to make ten times the progress.

Some geniuses don't even take it seriously, they just play around, and if they leave a little behind while playing, they can easily leave their names in history.

For example, a true business genius, let alone having more than one million in his pocket, even if he only has a few thousand in his pocket, he can already play around and live a grand and enjoyable life.

But Chen Feng has already earned more than 1.2 million yuan without realizing it, but he is completely confused about what to do next.

If you ask him about investment ideas, there are only two words left in his mind.

Buy a house!

Other than that, he really can't think of any business that can be stable, practical, and not tiring to make money.

After thinking about it, Chen Feng decided not to think about this problem that bothered him for the time being.

Next, he should work hard to copy songs, improve his efficiency as much as possible, and quickly deal with the other three songs of Zhong Lei and three songs of Liang Yuan, and turn them into money in his pocket.

Now I don't have enough money, so I have to think before I do anything. But when I have millions in my pocket, I can take out another million and do something.

Even if I lose everything in the end, it won't hurt me.

Chen Feng was thinking again, why is fate so kind to me when I am so mediocre?

As a person without any talent, I rely on fate to be able to move other people's talents, but my thoughts are still so salty and calm, and I even can't help but envy others.

How can I have this golden finger?

Shouldn't I be mediocre? I should do something for the end of the world and disasters a thousand years later?

He thought about it in bed for most of the night.

But in the end, he still had no plan.

It was obvious that he could not do anything.

A thousand years later, Private Chen Feng had a bad background and was just an insignificant reservist with a very low starting point.

He only had one year left, and no matter how powerful a person was, it would be impossible for him to cause any major changes to the times within this year, allowing mankind to break through the sky-high technological level and narrow the gap with the indescribable and invincible enemy.

He gave up thinking again and decided to continue to selectively salt fish. First, he would study music crazily and copy and move songs, but next time he would speed up the pace further. He

was about to dream again, so the task for the remaining week of this month was to sell the other six songs, even if they were sold at a lower price.

He couldn't be too picky about the buyers.

Next time, Chen Feng set a standard for himself: copy at least ten poems!

First, be a shameless person and seek your own success before considering such great things.

After all, if you can't clean your own house, how can you clean up the world?