Lu Wei smiled when she heard this and said, "Then I'll just wait for the good news."
She is very happy.
Unlike the many times in the past when she had the opportunity to arrange songs with Chen Feng, Lu Wei was sincerely looking forward to it this time.
After experiencing that miraculous night, she had a deeper understanding of Chen Feng's abilities.
She has always been extremely confident in her ability to appreciate music, not to mention that "Dark Night" and "Boring" have caused a storm in the entire Chinese music scene in recent days.
There are even some media who don't take it too seriously to see the excitement and compare Zhong Lei with her.
Of course, the industry generally believes that Zhong Lei is still not very popular because Zhong Lei sings songs written by "others".
But Lu Wei knew that when Zhong Lei released her next song "Bathing in Fire", coupled with her achievements in independent lyrics, she might soon be able to catch up with her in terms of popularity.
Lu Wei was not jealous of Zhong Lei, but she was a little unwilling to admit defeat.
She thinks her performance will be no worse than Zhong Lei.
She is very confident.
In the past, she refused to buy other people's songs, not because she was a mysophobic and only wanted to sing her own, but because other people's mediocre songs found it difficult to impress her.
"Master Ou, do you have a recording studio here?"
Chen Feng turned to the side and asked.
Albert Ou responded: "Yes, what's wrong?"
Chen Feng turned to Lu Wei again, "It's better to choose a different day than to hit the sun. Sister Weiwei, let's go now. I'll play and sing for you first."
"Ah? Already written? Did you just write it again?"
Chen Feng quickly shook his head, "No, I just have a little free time these days, so my hands are itching to write this."
"Your output is too high! Chen Feng, I'm not talking about you. Although you have the ability, you can't consume your inspiration like this. You can only output, and it's not enough if you don't pay attention to absorption. And you can use it as if you are rushing to work.
The quality of the works will also decline.”
An hour later, Lu Wei fled, leaving only this sentence.
"I will release a single first, and the single copyright will be bought out for five years at a cost of two million. The subsequent electronic rights will be divided between me and you 50/50. In addition, I will include this song in the next new album. You can't
Collect money again.”
Ou Junlang swallowed his saliva, "It's too scary. The conditions Sister Weiwei gave are higher than mine!"
Not only is there a one-price buyout fee of two million, but there is also a 50-50 share of subsequent copyright income.
Obviously, Lu Wei only cares about making music and has no interest in money. She is not willing to take advantage of Chen Feng at all.
"Very good, this is my standard fee for the next time. Mr. Ou, let me tell you a plan..."
About half an hour later, Chen Feng made it clear.
After Ou Junlang digested it for a while, he said: "Master, what you mean is that you set up a company called Xingfeng. I will invest 20 million to join your company and hold 10% of the shares. At the same time, my artist management contract will also be transferred to
Come to Xingfeng. As an individual artist, I have a 50-50 split with the company. Then I will find a way to build the overall framework of Xingfeng. Master, you usually don't care about anything and only write songs. From now on, all my songs will be
Master, you will take care of everything, right?"
Chen Feng nodded, "Yes."
He was worried that Albert Ou would not agree, after all, the proportion of shares held by Albert Ou was too low in his opinion.
"OK!"
Ou Junlang nodded crisply, "I'm not bragging. I feel that when my new album comes out, I will definitely become famous overnight. The annual income of top domestic singers can easily exceed 50 million. Even if I don't inherit my father's money,
I can also make myself a billionaire!"
Chen Feng received ten thousand points of damage and said calmly: "Well said!"
"Actually, I have already received seven or eight songs before. Plus the three songs you gave me, Master, it is just enough for an album. Just wait and see the good show!"
Chen Feng grinned and patted Ou Junlang on the shoulder, "I like your sense of blind confidence. Bring me all the songs you collected before."
Another hour passed and Chen Feng put down his Da'ao headphones.
"Master, how is it?"
"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"
"Of course it's the truth."
"If you sing these seven pieces of shit, you'll be finished."
"There is a song in it written by Sister Weiwei."
"These songs are generally pretty good. There is no problem in using them as career masterpieces for some second- and third-tier singers. But you, Ou Junlang, are a person with pursuits. Your first album has established the heights you can reach in your life. If you can't
Once you get off to a good start, if you want to climb back up in the future, you will have to do twice the result with half the effort. Therefore, you must keep these three words in mind. In the future, when you make music, you must not compromise. You would rather not sing.
, and you can’t just pretend to be a fake person.”
Ou Junlang was completely moved by him, "I listen to Master, so I will take a long-term view and not rush to release an album."
Chen Feng shook his head, took out a notebook from behind and photographed it in front of Ou Junlang, "It's for you. Now that you are an artist of my company, your song copyrights are the assets of the company, so I won't charge you royalties."
"What's this?"
"Practice the seven new songs I wrote for you and master them within three days. I will check them then."
"wtf!"
Ou Junlang's mentality collapsed.
Anyway, it was enough to shock the world, and Chen Feng had no intention of continuing to keep a low profile in front of others.
He showed his cards, I am a genius.
He displayed his "talent" unscrupulously, and no matter how others worshiped him, he remained unmoved.
After restraining Ou Junlang fiercely, Chen Feng put his hands in his pockets and walked away.
Later in the afternoon, the two registered the company very quickly, and then Chen Fengzhen became the hands-off shopkeeper.
Ou Junlang hesitated to speak several times.
He really wanted to talk about these seven songs with his cheap master.
It’s too scary! How did you write it in just a few days?
Are you still human!
It's a pity that Chen Feng didn't seem to be interested in talking and was too calm.
I really can't blame him for pretending to be that.
He was also very embarrassed.
The seven songs given to Ou Junlang are still from Liang Yuan, a folk singer who achieved extremely high achievements in a certain timeline.
That is, the master who once pursued Zhong Lei.
Chen Feng emptied out a total of ten masterpieces that he had worked so hard to create throughout his life. It was like bandits entered the village without leaving any chickens or dogs behind.
His behavior was so cruel that he felt a little embarrassed and had an uneasy conscience. After returning home, he counted his money for a long time before he felt at ease.
Brother Liang Yuan, don’t blame me for being ruthless, I’m all for the rise of mankind.
Three days later, Chen Feng inspected Ou Junlang's singing practice.
Although this fat man's creative talent is about zero and his appearance is completely unphotogenic, the amazing thing is that he has some skill in his voice, a great sense of music, and he 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 a tolerable range.
"That's right. I'll practice for two more days and then we'll officially start recording. Right now, our Xingfeng Entertainment is still a company with nothing. We'll borrow more of your existing resources for the time being. Then you can set up the venue as soon as possible."
Ou Junlang nodded, but he hesitated to speak.
"Are there any difficulties? Starfeng Entertainment's start-up capital is not enough?"
Chen Feng asked.
Ou Junlang shook his head, "Not really. Money is no problem, I have enough here."
"So there's something wrong with people?"
"Well, grassroots employees are easy to find. Many people here are willing to change their environment. But professional managers who can help control the overall situation are rare. After all, we both have to be the hands-off shopkeepers, so this person must be both capable and capable.
I can't believe it. My dad is not willing to give me his senior executives. Besides, the industry is not suitable for me and I can't fight with you. It's not appropriate for me to force him to come over. It's not easy to do."
Chen Feng thought for a while, and a name came to his mind, "I have someone to choose from."
"who?"
"Meng Xiaozhou."
"He? Isn't that good? Others are going to be senior executives of listed companies. Will they come to our newly built small temple?"
Chen Feng asked, "Are you not confident in your ability or in my creative talent? Xingfeng is a small temple now, but next year it will be the Great Leiyin Temple!"
Fatty Ou agreed, "That's right."
Chen Feng is very confident about the success of the poaching.
Because Meng Xiaozhou owed him a favor and was now eager to repay it.
Chen Feng has no intention of taking Meng Xiaozhou's money. At the same time, the salary he should pay him should not be less, and should be based on market standards.
When Chen Feng puts forward the conditions, he will make it clear that if you really want to return my favor, then come and help me.
It doesn't matter whether I have money or not, I'm not short of money.
