In a private room of a private restaurant in Zhonghai, everyone ordered a table of delicious dishes and prepared to have a meal.

It was not only to celebrate Chen Feng's "release from prison", but also for Zhong Lei and the Meng brothers and sisters to express their gratitude for his life-saving grace.

I don't know if it was a deliberate arrangement or an unintentional act when they sat down, Zhong Lei sat on the right hand side of Chen Feng and Lu Wei sat on his left hand side.

If it was the previous Chen Feng who encountered this situation, he would definitely feel a little awkward.

But now he has seen the world and has been bombed by alien invaders. He has become much more stable unconsciously.

"Chen Feng, I toast you two glasses of wine. The first glass is to thank you for saving my life, and the second glass is to thank you for writing songs and composing music for me."

Zhong Lei picked up the bottle of Maotai and wanted to pour wine for Chen Feng.

Chen Feng subconsciously covered the glass, "I can't drink it, it will lower my... uh... okay, pour less."

He almost blurted out that this would lower his Qinglong Armor's operating level, but fortunately he remembered in time that there was no Qinglong Armor for him to use at this time.

Meng Wanyue on the opposite side teased, "Brother Feng, you are afraid of lowering your resistance and getting drunk and having sex."

"Shut up!" Zhong Lei blushed and glared at Meng Wanyue fiercely.

Chen Feng was speechless.

It's over.

It's over.

It would be fine if Zhong Lei didn't say anything.

But she actually responded to Meng Wanyue's words with such a cowardly tone, instead of telling her to stop talking nonsense in a stern voice.

There is something wrong!

Chen Feng didn't dare to say anything, just drank silently. After

two glasses of wine, he drank.

He hadn't drunk for a long time, and the wine tasted a little spicy, so he quickly ate the food.

Zhong Lei's alcohol tolerance seemed to be average, and after two glasses, her face was flushed.

The atmosphere at the table was a little dull and weird. Lu Wei spoke up to break the silence, "By the way, Chen Feng, you are now on bail pending trial, and you will have to come to Zhonghai to go through the procedures later. In addition, you may not have read the news on the Internet. The matter is quite a big deal, so in the next six months, you'd better not show up in public to avoid gossip."

Chen Feng thought for a while, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I won't be on stage. I'll be behind the scenes." "

I've heard you play the guitar before, and your playing level is very high. What a pity." Lu Wei sighed.

Chen Feng's mouth was full of food, "Hey, what's the pity? You know your own level, my playing level is just okay."

Meng Wanyue rolled her eyes, "Brother Feng, I want to ask you something. Sister Lei Lei said that you stole someone else's motorcycle to save us because your right eyelid was twitching. Did you and the police comrades say the same thing?"

Chen Feng nodded, "What else? This is the fact."

Meng Wanyue giggled, "Then your telepathy is too sensitive! I would definitely not dare to be so firm. Is this the legendary bond between lovers?"

She revealed her cards and brought up some of the things that Chen Feng wanted to avoid now.

What's more terrifying is that Zhong Lei didn't let her shut up, but pretended to be shy, but was actually observing Chen Feng's feedback very subtly.

Chen Feng knew that he was in a situation as terrible as facing the end of the world.

First of all, he has now deeply realized the importance of Zhong Lei.

But her importance is not only in her current person.

Her artistic career, which has not yet been completed or even truly started, is equally important.

But in all the timelines that Chen Feng has experienced so far, there is no sign that the two are in love.

Zhong Lei has always been a very independent and very determined single.

This time, because of some accidents in the car accident, perhaps coupled with the previous accumulation, and today's seemingly presumptuous but necessary plagiarism, her belief in singleness has been severely changed.

But now Chen Feng really dare not flirt with Zhong Lei.

When she was single, she could write songs that were both popular and profound in meaning.

This is her talent.

Chen Feng has no guarantee that if she falls into the whirlpool of love, she will become a love song queen who can only write about love and romance.

Before she became a music master, Zhong Lei's more essential identity was a woman.

Once the two of them take that step, no matter whether they grow old together or go their separate ways one day in the future, it will definitely change her outlook on life and ultimately affect her creative ideas.

Chen Feng does not rule out the possibility that he will date Zhong Lei one day in the future, but it is definitely not now.

It can only be that he will look back on history a thousand years later and find that the two have already matched up, and in the timeline where mankind has won the final victory.

So, although it is a bit regrettable, I'm sorry.

Chen Feng suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Meng Wanyue's palm, squinted his eyes, and said in a magnetic voice: "Wanyue, you are right, the bond between you and me is so strong, it must be thousands of times in the previous life that I got to know you in this life."

Meng Wanyue was stunned on the spot, then looked at Chen Feng's electric eyes, her heart pounding, her face flushed, not knowing what to do.

"Hahaha, I let you tease me, now you know how powerful I am!"

Chen Feng stopped when he saw that he was ahead.

Lu Wei dragged the topic back, "The police won't believe you, right?"

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes, they told me that feudal superstition is not advisable. But when I asked them whether I really saved the person in the end, they couldn't answer."

Lu Wei: "You are so funny, but you can't do such nonsense in the future. I don't know whether I should praise you for your cleverness or teach you a lesson for superstition. By the way, you composed a song for Zhong Lei this time, and Ou Shao and Chen Lijie also benefited a lot from you. When will you write a song for me?"

Chen Feng asked, "Sister Weiwei, don't you compose all the songs yourself?"

Lu Wei curled her lips, "Things are different now. I never thought you were so amazing."

Chen Feng agreed, "Okay, let's work together some other day when we have time."

"But Chen Feng, you have to give me the complete score of "Bath of Fire" first, first come first served." Zhong Lei said beside him.

Chen Feng secretly wiped his sweat, "Yes, yes, I will write it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

This meal made him exhausted, but fortunately there was no plan after the meal, so everyone went their separate ways.

Lu Wei went to her relatives' house, and Zhong Lei went to Meng Wanyue's house.

Ou Junlang called his driver and took Chen Feng and Meng Xiaozhou to the hotel.

On the way, Chen Feng had a brief chat with Meng Xiaozhou, who was sitting in the back seat, and Chen Feng realized that this man was really an amazing person.

As a returnee who studied abroad, Meng Xiaozhou is much more reliable than Ou Junlang, the shame of Ivy League schools.

He graduated from a prestigious business school in Harbin with a full scholarship. He had many achievements overseas before returning to China. This time, he was invited by a giant domestic company to be a senior executive.

Of course, Meng Xiaozhou did not say these things in a boastful tone. When chatting with Chen Feng, he simply talked about the school he graduated from and where he was going to work this time. Ou Junlang helped him fill in the rest of the information.

When they returned to the hotel, Chen Feng was taking out a notebook to write a music score when Ou Junlang knocked on the door.

"Master, are you serious about the company you mentioned earlier?"

Chen Feng let him in, "Yes."

"Then what kind of company should we build? I have something ready, how about I transfer half of my shares to you?"

Chen Feng shook his head, "No, I know the situation of your company, let alone half of the shares, I can't even afford one-tenth."

"You can invest in technology as a part, and we can start a joint venture, and then owe the money that is not enough first and pay it back slowly."

Ou Junlang considered it very seriously.

Chen Feng thought about it again, and he felt a little irritated when he thought about the details of business operations.

He pondered for a moment and said, "But I only want to write songs, and I can only write songs. The cooperation company is just an excuse, but my real purpose is that I think highly of you and want to write songs for you."

Ou Junlang's mouth twitched violently, and he was silent for a long time before he said with self-awareness: "Master, are you really so optimistic about me? Am I so talented?"

"Yes!"

"But I haven't finished the three songs you gave me before. I... I'm not that good."

Chen Feng patted Ou Junlang's shoulder earnestly, "No, you are great, your talent is beyond your imagination! You can and must achieve success in singing. Let's go back to Hanzhou in two days and then carefully calculate it."

He had an idea.

At present, his most core asset in this era is the copyright of many songs that have been moved over and the right to share profits.

In the future, when selling songs to others, the relevant copyrights must be in his own hands.

These things can be held as an individual, but this is not the best choice for maximizing benefits.

With the expansion of asset scale and the complexity of asset categories, it is no longer appropriate to hold copyrights as an individual.

First, he cannot manage it, and second, relying on personal energy, it is impossible to allocate and increase resources well, which will lead to invisible waste of resources.

He is still a lone individual business owner, so he can only do one-stop business such as selling songs, and cannot do any additional copyright derivative development.

He has neither the energy, nor the ability and patience to go around and negotiate business with people, and he does not understand it, and he may not win the negotiation.

But as long as a mature and stable team can be built, and the copyrights of the songs that Chen Feng has sold now and the copyrights of the dozen songs that he got back this time when he was free can be properly developed, the company can already snowball.

And in the future, the efficiency of transportation must continue to be improved, and the output will become larger and larger. On the premise of ensuring the artistic careers of Zhong Lei and Ou Junlang, he will definitely have to produce more works to cash in.

But once he starts to produce a lot, the output will be more sturdy than a sow. It is impossible for him to sell songs in person every time. He will be completely overwhelmed.

So there must be a team, and the company must be done, but he has no intention of managing, so he must recruit people to join, let others do the hard work, and contribute both effort and money, while he only needs to focus on "creation".

For every entrepreneur, the importance of a partner is self-evident.

A partner must be trustworthy, have connections, be capable, and most importantly, have money.

Regardless of whether Fatty Ou is capable or not, Chen Feng is satisfied with the other three aspects.

But Ou Junlang had just taken over Zhou A's industry, and now his personal industry is already very large and is still in the process of integration, so he is not suitable to join Ou Junlang's industry.

Chen Feng has neither a position nor the capital to occupy a large share of Ou Junlang's already mature industries.

But Chen Feng once told Zhong Lei that even brothers have to settle accounts clearly, and he cannot suffer losses.

He is a hard-working porter who has exclusive resources. If he becomes a small shareholder in Ou Junlang's industry and becomes an employee, he will be controlled by others and he will not be happy emotionally.

If he cannot take the leading position, it will not be conducive for him to use his ability of "foreseeing the future" to control the overall situation in the future.

Chen Feng does not want Ou Junlang's agency contract either, because it is meaningless, and he does not know how to run a good agency.

Moreover, he has to help Ou Junlang to rise, but he cannot let himself suffer losses. He has to continue to accumulate original funds, so the copyright of all the songs sung by Ou Junlang must be in the hands of his own company.

Therefore, the best way is for him to register a company first, expand the scope of business, the wider the better, and then let Ou Junlang invest in it and become a shareholder of moderate size, and then let Fatty Ou pay the money and let him arrange people to do the work.

He can provide the resources that cannot be replicated, and Fatty Ou, who is just following him, can provide the resources that can be replicated but are relatively lacking in him. This is a perfect cooperation strategy.

After talking to Ou Junlang and sorting out his thoughts, Chen Feng is relieved and continues to write songs happily.

Not long after, his phone rang again. When he saw the name on the caller ID, his fingers holding the pen trembled slightly.

"What's the matter? Why aren't you asleep so late?"

"It's only ten o'clock. How can it be late?"

Zhong Lei on the opposite side said unhappily.

Chen Feng sighed, "Yes, yes, I almost forgot that you used to go to bed in the morning. But you have learned a lesson this time. Meng Wanyue's sudden shock is due to excessive fatigue."

"Okay, I get it. I will take care of myself. By the way, you lost more than five million this time, right?"

Chen Feng felt a little painful when Zhong Lei mentioned this. He still dared not look at the bank's deduction text message, just wanting to turn a blind eye.

Working hard as a porter, he shamelessly plagiarized and abandoned his moral integrity, personality and dignity. He saved tens of millions with great difficulty, but lost them in half in the blink of an eye. Who could feel good about this?

"Don't bring up such things. I've figured it out. Money can't be taken away when you die. I'm not sad."

Zhong Lei laughed so hard on the other side, "Don't say the last sentence in a crying voice, then I'll believe you."

"I'm not crying!"

"Your voice is shaking! I can hear it!"

"Well, forget it. Anyway, the old is gone and the new is not coming. I'll just try to make it back. I'll copy... write a few more songs for you, and we'll make it back."

"Well, I'll pay you back."

"No, no."

"I will definitely pay you back! You don't have the final say on this matter."

"Uh, okay."

"Chen Feng, thank you."

"Okay, you've said it N times today, go to sleep."

"Okay."

Hang up the phone.

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhong Lei sighed.

Some things have changed, and some things haven't changed.

Although Zhong Lei advocates singleness, she is an artist and her mind is more sensitive than that of ordinary people.

How could she not understand that Chen Feng was keeping a distance when he was trying to evade Meng Wanyue.

But the strange thing is that she was not sad, but felt that it was natural.

She didn't blame Chen Feng.

She knew that this person was like this.

Bang, bang, bang.

Chen Feng was destined to be restless tonight.

Someone knocked on the door again.

After opening the door, Chen Feng asked in surprise, "Mr. Meng, what's the matter?"

Meng Xiaozhou seemed a little embarrassed, and subconsciously raised his gold-rimmed glasses, "Thank you again, Mr. Chen, for saving my sister's life. I will find a way to pay you back the five million you paid this time."

Chen Feng waved his hand, "No, really no."

Unexpectedly, Meng Xiaozhou also said that he would pay the money back, but Chen Feng really didn't deserve it.

Only he knew that if Zhong Lei hadn't been in the car, Meng Wanyue would definitely have died.

He wouldn't go to save her.

He knew that his thoughts were a bit cold and ruthless, and he also knew that if he saw Zhong Lei sad because of the loss of her friend, and if he saw Meng Wanyue's family, he would definitely blame himself.

But when he decided to shoulder the responsibility of saving humanity, he was destined to bear more pain and suffering.

He asked himself if he could bear this level of self-blame.

"I must. In addition to this 5 million, I will give you another 5 million, Mr. Chen. However, I have already spent a lot of money from my family studying abroad, and it will take me about one to two years to get this money together."

Meng Xiaozhou insisted.

Chen Feng was so confused, "Don't be like this."

"I just have another unreasonable request."

"What?"

"If Mr. Chen doesn't have that kind of feeling towards my sister, he should try... to reject her more directly."

"Ah?"

"What Wanyue said at the dinner table today was actually a bit presumptuous. But as her brother, I can see that she is anxious to match Mr. Chen with Miss Zhong Lei, but in fact she wants to give up her own thoughts as soon as possible. Good night."

Meng Xiaozhou said and ran away.

Chen Feng froze in place.

It is said that the person who knows a sister best in the world is not the parents, but the brother.

Meng Xiaozhou perfectly interpreted this theory.

Chen Feng was speechless. Meng Wanyue also likes me?

You are kidding!

Does the life-saving grace have such a big impact on a woman?

No, maybe it's my talent that attracts her.

But I really have no interest and no energy for any romantic relationship now.

So, excuse me, everyone.

Somehow, Chen Feng recalled what Tang Tianxin said to him the day before her death.

"No, it's implanted. I successfully conceived."

His heart ached unconsciously, and he envied Tang Tianxin's absolutely rational mentality.

On some level, replacing emotion with logic seems to have its advantages.

Chen Feng shrugged and went back to his room.

I can't stop others from liking me, but I know what I should do.