Zhong Lei's current state seemed unbearable.

Lu Wei called a servant and asked the servant to take Zhong Lei to the practice room.

Lu Wei also deliberately asked the servant to take out her expensive and top-grade guitar.

As for the piano, there was no need to deliberately prepare it, because the practice room already had a top-grade Steinway worth more than one million.

Usually at this time, Lu Wei would have gone for a simple gym, then washed up and went to bed.

But today she was reluctant to leave, and she wanted to see how many surprises Chen Feng would bring today.

So far, Chen Feng has brought out five new songs at her birthday party.

Each song is of excellent quality and can be called a classic work, which can stand the test of time and remain outdated.

If it were someone else, they would only need to write one of these songs to live off them for the rest of their lives.

But Chen Feng wrote them all in one go, like cabbages.

If it were a listener with a weaker appreciation for music, they might become numb to so many classics in such a short period of time, and think that these songs are just so-so.

To digest such a huge amount of information and the charm of classics, ordinary people can only understand why classics are called classics after repeated tasting, forgetting, remembering, and listening again, and having new feelings.

But among those present today, even Ou Junlang, who seems the most unreliable, has actually worked hard on music.

It is precisely because they are knowledgeable that they are more shocked.

Chen Li's agent called the big boss behind the company on the spot to report and prepare to change the contract.

Ou Junlang on the side was very jealous, "Brother, what about mine! What about mine! I call you brother, give me a hand! I really don't want to go back to manage the company. I'm not that kind of person, and my dad is just messing around."

Lu Wei smiled and said, "Mr. Ou, if your father heard you say this, he would probably beat you. After all, you graduated from an Ivy League school with a degree in international trade and economics, and they said you also got an MBA, right? How could you not be that kind of person?"

Ou Junlang said unhappily, "Let him Smack. What Ivy League school, what MBA, I used some tricks to get them just to please my old man. Everyone has their own aspirations. I spent the first half of my life trying to satisfy others, so can't I be myself in the second half of my life?"

Chen Feng asked in surprise, "Can you get an Ivy League certificate?"

Ou Junlang held up his hands, "Of course you can, it's just a matter of how much money you spend."

Chen Feng said he was convinced, he couldn't understand the world of the rich.

"Okay, you're awesome."

"Don't talk about me first, talk about the songs. Brother, I beg you, please write a song for me too!"

Ou Junlang didn't have the bearing of a second-generation rich man, and he kept swinging Chen Feng's hand.

Chen Feng was overwhelmed by his tongue twisters and sleight of hand.

He made up his mind that since today was already like this, he might as well go all out and make all the money he deserves.

"Okay! I'll write it for you! I'll write it for you right now!"

He slammed the table and said so.

"Ah? Really? That... Brother Feng, you haven't even listened to my songs yet. Can you tell what style I'm suitable for by looking at my face?" What

Chen Feng was thinking was, I don't care what style you are!

I only have those three Liang Yuan songs in my mind!

His conscience has been so bad that there is no such thing as moral integrity.

He smiled kindly, "It's an exaggeration to say that you can judge my appearance by my appearance. It's not that scary. But after listening to you talk so much, the characteristics of your voice have formed a complete framework in my mind. I can write a song for you."

Ou Junlang exclaimed, "Is that so? My brother is amazing!"

He Jiaqi next to him smacked her lips, "There is a big difference between speaking and singing! Looking at me normally, who would have thought that I would be best at rock and roll."

Chen Feng grinned, "I can only say that this is a feeling. If you want to ask me what the basis is, I can't tell you. Okay, I'll start preparing to write it. It's still the old rules. After I write it, you listen to it first, and then decide whether you want it or not."

Chen Feng deliberately did not mention the price, and Fatty Ou should understand it himself.

"Yes! Of course I want it!"

Ou Junlang said decisively.

This time, Chen Feng's speed was much faster than before. It took less than an hour for three songs to come out, and he only sang them once.

After finishing, Chen Feng's face was full of fatigue. He gasped for breath and wiped the dense beads of sweat on his forehead. It

's really tiring. Copying answers in an open-book exam also consumes physical strength.

Others just thought he was overusing his brain, and they were both surprised and relieved.

Finally, I saw your limit. If you still get tired, then you are barely a human being.

Chen Feng secretly observed everyone's expressions and feedback. He knew he was stable without asking.

Liang Yuan is a very literary singer, and his core representative works are basically folk songs.

Liang Yuan doesn't have as many classic songs as Zhong Lei, but the three songs that Chen Feng carefully selected are, in a sense, not much inferior in quality to Zhong Lei's representative works.

After all, it was with these folk songs that Liang Yuan established his status in the world a thousand years ago.

"Folk songs? So folk songs are what I am most suitable for?"

Holding the lyrics book, Ou Junlang was stunned, a little bit unbelieving.

Chen Feng nodded, "The specific effect, I'm afraid you have to make a complete song yourself to know. You can simply hum it now. But I can be sure that if you want to make a breakthrough as a singer, you are indeed most suitable for folk songs."

Ou Junlang really tried to hum a few lines.

Don't say it, even though he looks bad, his voice is very attractive when he sings, which is particularly suitable for this kind of literary style.

His desire to become a singer was not just a whim; he had some talent, much better than Chen Feng.

After Ou Junlang finished singing, he still asked Lu Wei with some unconfidence, "Sister Weiwei, how do you feel?"

Lu Wei, who was staring at Chen Feng's face in a daze, suddenly came to her senses, "Ah! Very good! Very good!"

"Really?"

"Absolutely true!"

In fact, Lu Wei felt that she couldn't judge whether Ou Junlang was really suitable for folk songs.

Perhaps the fundamental reason is that the quality of the song itself is too good. Even if it is only mediocre singers singing, it can still achieve unexpected results.

However, Lu Wei did not want to hit Ou Junlang's confidence at this time. She hoped that Chen Feng could make this big deal.

"The song is of course impeccable. I have a new respect for you, Teacher Chen."

Lu Wei picked up the notebook without hesitation and said so while savoring it carefully.

She had always thought that Chen Feng could only write songs for women, but after these three songs came out, she felt that her judgment was wrong.

The names of these three songs are "Buds in the Heart", "Love for the Corridor Bridge", and "Flowers in the Wind".

Just looking at the song titles, you will feel that they are a bit feminine.

But the lyrics and the rhythm of Chen Feng's humming are not feminine at all.

Just by slightly constructing the picture in your mind, you can imagine a man with deep feelings, watching over the perfect goddess in his heart.

Everything seems very harmonious, which further proves Chen Feng's talent.

But Lu Wei couldn't help but think of Zhong Lei who was composing in her own practice room. She pondered the lyrics carefully, and her sharp intuition told her that these three songs were confession letters written by Chen Feng to Zhong Lei.

At this moment, Lu Wei was confused.

In her eyes, Chen Feng was gradually shrouded in a thick mist, making her unable to understand.

God has mercy on me.

Although Chen Feng knew that Liang Yuan had indeed crossed the nine-year age gap and pursued Zhong Lei after becoming famous as a contestant this year, he really couldn't figure out that these three peak works of Liang Yuan's life were the inspiration that Liang Yuan burst out of his love, and they were love songs for Zhong Lei.

But another person present, Lu Wei, who was also very successful, tasted the details.

It can only be said that low artistic taste is deadly.

Lu Wei gave Ou Junlang confidence. She is indeed a real rich man. Ou Shao immediately stated that he would buy these three songs!

Two million for each song!

Chen Feng pretended to refuse, but Ou Junlang was firm and unwavering, and they soon reached a consensus.

Ou Junlang's high attitude made Chen Li next to him a little embarrassed.

But Ou Junlang was very good at dealing with people and explained the reason why he offered twice the price.

He concluded, "Sister Chen Li, I don't mean to compete with you. You don't know my current situation. I need these three songs so much. Brother Feng saved my life. Half of the price I offered is to thank Brother Feng for saving my life!"

So, Chen Feng, Chen Li and Ou Junlang signed the contract on the spot. Three songs per person, the price is fair, and the children are not cheated.

However, due to the large amount involved, Chen Li has to wait until tomorrow to let the agency transfer the money.

Ou Junlang was very straightforward. He took out his mobile phone on the spot, and with a bang, the transfer was successful.

Chen Feng's expression was calm, but his heartbeat was already 200.

Six million in hand!

What a joke! If I hadn't gotten into this circle and met this genius, I would never have known that mobile phone transfers could be so large?

I've learned something.

The money arrived very quickly on Chen Feng's side. Only a few seconds later, the text message ringtone rang.

Ou Junlang slapped his forehead, "Oops!"

Chen Feng was startled, "What happened?"

"I forgot to pay the tax."

Chen Feng: "Uh..."

"It's okay. Tomorrow I'll ask the finance department of my company to sign a contract with you, Brother Feng, and I'll withhold the tax. This is the price after tax!"

Chen Feng continued to remain calm, but in his heart he just wanted to swallow his tongue.

Strange, why does this fat guy's big pancake face look more and more pleasing to the eye?

After finishing all these, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

After asking Zhong Lei, she seemed not to plan to sleep tonight and refused to leave Caiweilou.

Lu Wei would not chase her away, but just smiled and assured Chen Feng that she would take good care of him.

Chen Feng was preparing to take a taxi back when Ou Junlang suddenly appeared from behind him, "Master, how can I let you take a taxi! Take my taxi! Let's go!"

In just one night, Ou Junlang's address to Chen Feng changed from Teacher Chen to Brother Feng, and now directly upgraded to Master.

Chen Feng got goosebumps all over his body when he heard this, "Don't do such nonsense. I'm younger than you!"

Ou Junlang waved his hand generously, "The wise shall come first! The capable shall take the position! Master, you are capable, and you saved half of my life, so you are my master! You have to ride in my car tonight!"

After saying that, he relied on his broad and fat body to squeeze Chen Feng into the back seat of the car next to him.

Before Chen Feng asked, Ou Junlang turned around from the passenger seat and said aggrievedly, "Master, please don't complain about my car. I can't help it. My master is not happy with my singing and doesn't let me drive his luxury car. It hurts."

"No, what qualifications do I have to complain? I don't even have a car."

"Master, are you hinting that I should buy you a car?"

"No! Really not!"

Mai Teng went away in the night.

At the corner of the street, a Toyota Land Cruiser started quietly and followed.

Ou Junlang, who was in the passenger seat, turned his head and looked in the rearview mirror, and found the Land Cruiser following behind.

A strange sneer appeared on his chubby face.

It's a pity that Chen Feng couldn't see his face at this time, otherwise, Chen Feng would think that this fat man was not as stupid as he looked before, and he was quite cunning.