Lu Wei smiled and said, "Then I will wait for good news."

She was very happy.

Unlike the many times she had the opportunity to order songs from Chen Feng in the past, this time Lu Wei was really looking forward to it.

After experiencing that miraculous night, she had a deeper understanding of Chen Feng's ability.

She has always been very confident in her ability to appreciate, not to mention that "Night is Deep" and "Boring" have caused a storm in the entire Chinese music scene in recent days.

There are even media outlets that compare Zhong Lei with her.

Of course, the industry generally believes that Zhong Lei is still a little short of the mark because the songs she sings are all written by "others."

But Lu Wei knew that once Zhong Lei released her next song "Bath of Fire", coupled with her own achievement in writing lyrics, she would soon catch up with her in popularity.

Lu Wei was not jealous of Zhong Lei, but she was a little unwilling to admit defeat.

She believed that her interpretation would not be worse than Zhong Lei's.

She was very confident.

She had refused to buy other people's songs in the past, not because she had a mental disorder and only wanted to sing her own songs, but because it was difficult for her to be moved by other people's mediocre works.

"Master Ou, do you have a recording studio here?"

Chen Feng turned his head and asked the person beside him.

Ou Junlang replied, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Chen Feng turned to Lu Wei again, "It's better to do it today than to wait for another day, Sister Weiwei, let's go now. I'll play and sing for you first."

"Ah? Already written it? Just written it?"

Chen Feng shook his head quickly, "No, I was a little free these few days, and my hands were itchy, so I wrote it."

"Your output is too high! Chen Feng, I'm not saying anything bad, but although you have the ability, you can't waste your inspiration like this. It won't work if you only produce without paying attention to absorption. And the quality of the work you rush to produce will also decline."

An hour later, Lu Wei fled, leaving only this sentence.

"I will release a single first, and the copyright of the single will be purchased for five years, at a cost of two million. The subsequent electronic copyright will be divided equally between you and me. In addition, I will include this song in my next new album, and you can't charge me any more money."

Ou Junlang swallowed his saliva, "Too scary. The conditions given by Sister Weiwei are higher than mine!"

Not only is there a one-time purchase fee of two million, but there is also a fifty-fifty split of subsequent copyright income.

Obviously, Lu Wei only cares about making music and has no interest in money. She is unwilling to take advantage of Chen Feng at all.

"Very good, this is my standard fee in the future. Mr. Ou, let me tell you a plan..."

About half an hour later, Chen Feng made his words clear.

Ou Junlang took a while to digest it before saying, "Master, what you mean is that you set up a company called Xingfeng, and I will put out 20 million to join your company and hold 10% of the shares. At the same time, my artist agency contract will be transferred to Xingfeng. My personal artist contract and the company will be split 50-50. Then I will find a way to set up the overall framework of Xingfeng, and you, Master, will not have to take care of things and just write songs. In the future, all my songs will be produced by you, Master, right?"

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."

He was worried that Ou Junlang would not agree. After all, he thought that Ou Junlang's share was too low.

"Okay!"

Ou Junlang nodded decisively, "I'm not bragging, I feel that once my new album is out, I will definitely become an overnight sensation. The annual income of domestic first-line singers can easily exceed 50 million. Even if I don't inherit my father's money, I can become a billionaire on my own!"

Chen Feng suffered 10,000 points of damage and said with forced calmness, "Well said!"

"Actually, I have already received seven or eight songs before, plus the three songs you gave me, it's just enough for an album. Just wait and see!"

Chen Feng grinned and patted Ou Junlang on the shoulder, "I just like your blind self-confidence. Let me listen to all the songs you collected before."

Another hour passed and Chen Feng put down the Da Ao headphones.

"Master, what do you think?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"Of course the truth."

"If you sing these seven pieces of shit, you're done."

"One of them was written by Sister Weiwei."

"These songs are pretty good in general. They can be used as the representative works of some second- and third-tier singers. But you, Ou Junlang, are ambitious. Your first album has laid the foundation for how high you can reach in your life. If you can't get a resounding start, you will have to work twice as hard to climb back up in the future. So, you must remember these three words. When you make music in the future, you must "not settle for less". You would rather not sing than just make do."

Ou Junlang was completely persuaded by him. "I will listen to you, Master. I will take a long-term view and not rush to release an album."

Chen Feng shook his head, took out a notebook from his back and slapped it in front of Ou Junlang, "This is for you. Now you are an artist of my company. The copyright of your songs are all company assets, and I will not charge you copyright fees."

"What?"

"Practice the seven new songs I wrote for you. Master them within three days. I will check them then."

"WTF!"

Ou Junlang was upset.

Anyway, it was already shocking enough, and Chen Feng didn't plan to keep a low profile in front of others.

He has revealed his cards, and I am a genius.

He flaunted his "talent" recklessly, and no matter how others worshiped him, he remained unmoved.

After calming Ou Junlang down, Chen Feng put his hands in his pockets and walked away.

Later in the afternoon, the two completed the company registration at a very fast speed, and then Chen Feng really became a hands-off boss.

Ou Junlang wanted to say something several times but stopped.

He really wanted to talk to his cheap master about these seven songs.

It was too scary! How did you write them in just a few days?

Are you still human?

Unfortunately, Chen Feng didn't seem to be interested in talking and was too calm.

You can't really blame him for pretending to be that way.

He felt very embarrassed.

The next seven songs given to Ou Junlang were still from Liang Yuan, a folk singer who had achieved great success in a certain timeline.

He was also the one who had pursued Zhong Lei.

Chen Feng emptied out a total of ten representative works that a person had worked hard to create throughout his life. It was like a bandit entering a village and leaving no one alive.

His behavior was so brutal that he felt a little embarrassed and guilty. After returning home, he counted the money for a long time before he felt at ease.

Brother Liang Yuan, don't blame me for being ruthless. It's all for the rise of mankind.

Three days later, Chen Feng inspected Ou Junlang's singing practice.

Although this fat guy has almost zero creative talent and his appearance is not photogenic, the amazing thing is that he has a good voice, a great sense of music, and learns songs very quickly.

Although the version he performed is slightly different from Liang Yuan's original version, the difference is not big and is still within the tolerable range.

"Not bad, practice for two more days, and then officially start recording. Right now our Xingfeng Entertainment is still a shell company with nothing. For the time being, we will borrow more of your ready-made resources. You should set up the venue as soon as possible."

Ou Junlang nodded, but seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Are there any difficulties? Xingfeng Entertainment does not have enough start-up funds?"

Chen Feng asked.

Ou Junlang shook his head, "Not really. Money is no problem, I have enough."

"Then the problem is the people?" "

Well, it's easy to find grassroots employees. Many of my people are willing to change their environment. But it's hard to find a professional manager who can help control the overall situation. After all, we both want to be hands-off bosses, so this person must be both capable and trustworthy. My dad is not willing to give me his senior executives. Besides, we are in a different industry and have nothing to do with each other. It's not appropriate for me to force it over. It's not easy."

Chen Feng thought about it, and a name popped up in his mind, "I have a candidate."

"Who?"

"Meng Xiaozhou."

"Him? Not good, right? Others are going to be executives in listed companies. Will they come to our newly built small temple?"

Chen Feng asked, "Do you have no confidence in your ability, or in my creative talent? Xingfeng is a small temple now, and next year it will be the Great Leiyin Temple!"

Fatty Ou agreed, "That's right."

Chen Feng was very confident that he would succeed in poaching.

Because Meng Xiaozhou owed him a favor, he was eager to pay it back.

Chen Feng was not going to take Meng Xiaozhou's money, and at the same time, he had to pay him a salary based on market standards.

When Chen Feng proposed the conditions, he would make it clear that if you really want to repay me, then come and help me.

It doesn't matter whether it's money or not, I'm not short of money.

What's important is you as a person, I want you.