He took three or four half-day leaves from the company intermittently, and kept going to the cultural and creative industrial park, biting the bullet and negotiating with each company.
Unfortunately, he always hits a wall.
Others didn't give him a chance to play the guitar at all. They only briefly asked him whether he was a music major and whether he had any masterpieces in the past.
Chen Feng didn't want to lie. He honestly admitted that he had never studied music and had no masterpieces, and then nothing happened.
There was nothing Chen Feng could do about it. What was fake could not be true, and what was true could not be fake.
He does not have any academic qualifications or experience in the arts and sports field, so lying will not help. Moreover, he believes that what he did before has nothing to do with the songs he wants to sell.
What I want to sell you is a song, not me. Do you care what I did before?
Does it matter whether I have any works before?
Does everyone already have a masterpiece before they write their first song?
Do you ignore creators who have never published any works?
So where do I go from here to produce a work first?
Are all people in social circles so neurotic and xenophobic?
But he knows that blaming others will not help, and maybe this is the reality.
Everyone has to go through this experience of facing reality, accepting reality, and then defeating reality.
…
five minutes later.
"Mr. Chen, I'm really sorry. I know you have songs to sell, but the director is really busy and is on a business trip recently. We don't know much about appreciation, so... please go out."
The girl at the front desk of this music production studio smiled sweetly and spoke politely, but she wouldn't let him in.
"No, if your director is not here, there will always be someone who collects the songs, right? I'm not demanding much, just listen to me play it once. Is it so difficult?"
At this time, a middle-aged woman walked over from the side, looking like a small boss, "Sir, our company has an email for receiving manuscripts from outside. If you are confident in your work, you can record a demo and send it to us.
.We will have dedicated personnel to review manuscripts regularly.”
Chen Feng was helpless.
He has never sold songs before and doesn't understand the market.
First of all, with his singing skills, the quality of the demos he records will definitely not be good.
Secondly, his songs had a shady origin, and there were only two of them. If he stupidly handed them over and they were plagiarized and adapted, who would he ask to reason with?
"Okay, I'll leave first."
When Chen Feng saw that the matter could not be negotiated, he stopped worrying about it, turned around and took the elevator downstairs.
As soon as others entered the elevator, the girl at the front desk and the middle-aged woman covered their mouths and laughed.
The receptionist joked, "It's true, there are more and more people who don't know what they mean."
The middle-aged woman nodded, "I carry a guitar and think I am an artist, but in fact I don't even have basic common sense. How many times this month has this happened?"
The receptionist lowered his head and flipped through the book. It was densely filled with correct words, "This is the sixteenth time. I really feel like these people are like citizen scientists."
"Pfft!" the middle-aged woman nodded and gave a thumbs up, "Well said, the description is very apt. He really thinks that we don't know the goods. The Yangtze River guitar on his back is obviously a low-end product that costs 200 to 300 yuan. It's really not true.
I can’t believe there are still people using a guitar of this quality these days, what kind of songs can they write?”
The girl at the front desk nodded, "Yes. I remember that a flute for Brother Liu costs more than 80,000 yuan, right? It's really expensive."
Middle-aged woman: "There is no way. You get what you pay for. Only good things can produce good sounds."
Downstairs, Chen Feng looked back at the building unwillingly.
Then he shook his head, took out his notebook, and underlined the name of a company on it.
He originally wrote the names of more than a dozen companies in the book, but now he has marked them down to the last one.
This company is called Luwei Studio. It is not large in scale, but its business scope includes artist management, music production, album distribution and other fields.
As a small company, it is possible to achieve such a small but well-equipped company because of the only artist of Luwei Studio, the popular domestic female singer Lu Wei.
Chen Feng originally did not want to come to this company.
Lu Wei debuted very early. Although she is not very old now, just twenty years old, she is already very popular.
In fact, Chen Feng may know himself better than Lu Wei. In later biographies of Zhong Lei, Lu Wei was mentioned many times.
For a long time, Lu Wei had a romantic relationship with Zhong Lei, but later on, perhaps because she became famous too early, or perhaps because she was dragged down by a good family background, she lost some experience.
His talents were exhausted prematurely, and he eventually fell behind. He only became famous for twenty or thirty years, and failed to establish his own company. Instead, he became Zhong Lei's foil.
But now Lu Wei is not only younger, but also so popular that she can even carry a company by herself.
Chen Feng also knew from future biographies that her background was extraordinary and so profound that any elder in the family would use it as a sensitive word.
Because of the unpleasant experience of dealing with Zhong Lei, Chen Feng subconsciously thought that Lu Wei was more difficult to deal with.
So he didn't have any hope for this company at all.
But now he had no choice. Chen Feng turned around and went to another building, heading straight to Luwei Studio.
The office location of Luwei Studio does not look impressive, and there is not even a front desk at the entrance.
Chen Feng poked his head in and saw a young woman walking towards him holding a folder.
She looked at Chen Feng and then at the guitar bag behind him.
"Hello sir, what can I do for you?"
The other party was very polite, which was what Chen Feng had expected. After all, although he was not extremely handsome, he still had an honest face that was very reliable at first glance. He might be more attractive after a second look.
Chen Feng smiled and said, "I want to talk to the person in charge of your company. I have a song here that I want to sell to your company."
The woman was stunned and didn't know how to reply.
"Are you here to sell songs?" At this moment, a plump, long-haired woman walked up next to her.
She wore a very tight little suit that hugged her figure perfectly.
The woman who had spoken to Chen Feng before quickly turned around and bowed: "Hello, Sister Rou."
Sister Rou waved her hand, "You can go about your business and leave this to me."
The woman quickly lowered her head and left quickly.
Sister Rou crossed her arms and turned to Chen Feng with a slightly teasing smile on her face, "Hello, sir, I am Lu Wei's agent and the general manager of this company, Zheng Rou. Please say it again,
Are you here to sell songs?"
As she said that, her eyes fell lightly on the guitar bag behind Chen Feng. When she saw the word "Yangtze River", the corners of her mouth also curved in a meaningful way.
By this time, Chen Feng actually already knew the answer.
He really wanted to turn around and leave, but since the other party hadn't chased them away yet, he just wanted to say a few more words.
Maybe... it will be done?
Chen Feng nodded, "Yes, this is my hard work. I am very confident in this song."
Zheng Rou suddenly laughed, "Didn't you know this before? Our Luwei Studio never collects songs from outsiders. Our Lu Wei never sings other people's songs. All her songs are composed by herself, thank you.
