When Chen Feng arrived home, Zhong Lei was not there.
Unlike Chen Feng who seizes opportunities and just hangs around, Zhong Lei has a more restless temper.
As long as there is a chance, she will not stop her progress.
She also wanted to perfect the accompaniment of "Boring", but was limited by the current financial constraints, so she thought of a way to personally learn the instruments that may be used in the accompaniment, and then rely solely on her own skills as much as possible
ability to complete the soundtrack.
Every time she can play an instrument herself, she can save money.
Chen Feng was shocked when he heard her thoughts before.
There are as many as sixteen kinds of musical instruments used in the accompaniment of "Boring".
Although many musical instruments are just embellishments, with Zhong Lei's obsessive-compulsive obsession with perfection, she will definitely not hide it lightly when learning this instrument.
Even if there are only a few notes, she must play this instrument until she is proficient.
Chen Feng admired her crazy energy very much, but he could only admire her.
It is absolutely impossible for him to imitate Zhong Lei's enthusiasm.
In the evening, Chen Feng received two calls one after another.
One call was from Mai Hui. The contract was signed and the commercial performance went smoothly.
In order to thank Chen Feng for making important concessions at a critical moment and giving him and He Jiaqi a step up to successfully win a new contract at Ke Lai Apartment, the two wanted to treat him to a meal.
The other call was from Zeng Guanlin, and the reason was the same. Perhaps Zeng Guanlin, who had a keen sense of smell, smelled something more from the importance Mai Hui and He Jiaqi paid to Chen Feng, and planned to personally test the depth of Chen Feng, the resigned employee.
Chen Feng thought for a few seconds and decided to turn down Zeng Guanlin's invitation first.
He has been working at Ke Lai Apartment for more than half a year and has never had a word with the big boss Zeng Guanlin in private.
As for eating, I have no extravagant expectations.
After all, the status of the two parties was very different. They were people from two different worlds, and there was no point of intersection.
Frankly speaking, Chen Feng was a little happy and secretly happy after receiving Zeng Guanlin's invitation.
The former big boss, who used to pass by him without even looking at him, now took the initiative to call him and wanted to treat him to dinner.
He began to experience the so-called higher level of life.
Because he can write songs, He Jiaqi and Mak Fai have to look at him differently.
Because of He Jiaqi and Mai Hui, Zeng Guanlin now has to pay attention to him.
The days when any Linde could dominate him are gone forever.
Chen Feng began to feel more truly the changes and impact that the benefits gained from dreams had on his life.
This is what social status is like, very real.
But he successfully suppressed this secret joy and only said that he had already made arrangements for today. Thanks to Mr. Zeng for his kindness, we would meet again another day when we are free.
Before going out, Chen Feng went online to check out the status of "Boring" again.
Only one day has passed, and the cumulative number of listens has exceeded 3 million, and the cumulative paid downloads have exceeded 300,000. It is unbeatable on the new song list and has no rivals.
In addition to Qyin’s own platform, the song’s popularity on many other public platforms continues to increase rather than decrease.
Chen Feng also saw complaints on the Weibo of a well-known music television host.
It turns out that this program wanted to ask Zhong Lei to do a TV interview. On the one hand, it would slightly lift her mystery, and on the other hand, it would also help her promote her new song.
But Zhong Lei refused without hesitation, which made the host infinitely hurt. She couldn't figure it out and had a brain attack, so she even complained about it on Weibo.
Chen Feng was not surprised at all by this.
Rather than being forced to do business, Zhong Lei would definitely rather spend her time on music.
Although appearing on more TV shows and doing more shows can lead to higher fame, it may help your songs sell better and make more money.
But Zhong Lei must be thinking like this. If she becomes better, sings better, and writes better songs, will she be able to make more money?
In short, with her way of thinking, learning music, practicing music, and trying to create better music must be her first priority.
Chen Feng had just changed his shoes and opened the door, only to find Zhong Lei standing at the door.
I don't know what she was doing just now. She was mumbling something like chanting sutras, but she just didn't come in.
When she saw Chen Feng for the first time, she opened her mouth and asked, "Hey, where are you going?"
Chen Feng replied: "When I went out to have dinner with He Jiaqi, I was going to sell "It's Late" to her."
"oh."
Zhong Lei looked a little disappointed, but quickly cheered up, "Actually, I also like this song, but I can't rely on you all the time, I still have to write my own songs. I'll see if I can write one with the same style as you in the future.
The song comes out.”
Chen Feng knew it would be like this, "Don't worry, you can definitely do it. By the way, I just saw a TV station on the Internet asking you to do publicity. Why don't you go?"
Zhong Lei shook her head violently, "I won't go, it's too annoying."
Chen Feng asked: "Aren't we... short of money?"
Zhong Lei nodded, "Yes, so I'm teaching myself musical instruments, right? When I learn all these instruments, I won't spend so much money. Saving money means making money! I was just recalling
I learned the saxophone rhythm today. The saxophone melody you added before the chorus is really the finishing touch."
Chen Feng thought to himself, it is indeed so.
He asked again: "Do you want to go to dinner with me now? I'll introduce you to He Jiaqi."
"No, I don't sell songs. What can I do if I know so many people? I don't like He Jiaqi's songs very much either. They are quite worldly."
As expected, Zhong Lei still refused.
Chen Feng took a taxi and traveled through half of the city to a famous business district in the center of Hanzhou.
Next to this business district, there is a European-style back street.
Unlike the bustling commercial district where people come and go, this street seems quite deserted, with only two or three passing by from time to time.
Chen Feng had heard of this place before, but he didn't dare to come.
Although this place is not very popular, as we all know, the shops on this street do not make money at all from the flow of people.
What people want is a quiet atmosphere amidst the hustle and bustle.
The stores here are more expensive than the others, and Hanzhou's top private chefs, bistros, and various private clubs are all here, at least over eight floors.
Chen Feng looked east and west, and came to a small two-story foreign-style building with a closed door. He hesitated whether this was the place.
The door suddenly opened and someone walked out, "Sir, who are you looking for?"
This person should be a waiter, wearing a gold-rimmed uniform and a small hat.
Chen Feng thought for a while and found it a bit difficult to say this.
He didn't know whose name Mai Hui and the two used to book the reservation. If He Jiaqi's name was given, he wasn't sure whether the guy gave his real name.
Celebrities are very particular about going out for a meal.
Chen Feng didn't understand it, so it was difficult to deal with it.
Seeing that he didn't speak, the waiter put on a very professional but emotionless smile on his face: "Well, if it's okay, sir, please don't hang around in front of our store all the time. We only accept customers by appointment and are not open to the public.
"
At this moment, a tall figure with a scent of fragrance passed by the waiter.
"Mr. Chen, you're here! I've been waiting for you for a long time, but Jiaqi and I are so anxious. We're worried that you'll be stuck in traffic on the road."
