Meng Xiaozhou: "The value of our company in China, I have estimated it myself, and the current brand value is about 1.5 billion yuan. ”

Chen Feng nodded, "It's good." ”

"At the same time, according to the contract, Katie has to give us half of the copyright income she received with this song, and the preliminary estimate is that this income will reach about $10 million in a year."

Chen Feng's eyes lit up, "This is 60 million yuan, which is good." ”

In addition, well-known singers and music producers over there have taken the initiative to contact us for cooperation. We have officially opened the European and American markets. As long as you and Zhong Lei can maintain the same level of creativity, then the potential copyright income over there will bring a significant increase in the value of the company. The total value of this new overseas is as high as $200 million. ”

"Overseas influence will feed back our position in the domestic market. Therefore, based on comprehensive calculations, the company's current potential valuation should be around 3 billion yuan. ”

Chen Feng's eyes narrowed.

He was delighted.

Finally really got rich.

If you have money, you can do a lot of things.

Although these are valuations, the money is in the company, and to realize it, it has to be recognized and paid out of pocket.

He is still poor in his trouser pocket, but it does not prevent him from wandering about the future at all.

He once again firmly told himself that copying songs must be the right decision.

There is no better, more convenient and more stable way to get rich.

It's only been a few months, and he's almost catching up with Kendall Jenner.

Waiting for Meng Xiaozhou to leave, Zhong Lei, who was wearing an evening dress, walked up again.

Chen Feng raised his wine glass and motioned to her, "What are you doing here?" Today you should be the most eye-catching protagonist. ”

Zhong Lei shook her head, "Actually, it's not interesting. You know I don't like these occasions and just want to write songs quietly. ”

"And you're still here today?"

"Isn't it to help you expand your reach? Look at that reporter, when he releases the photos and videos of our celebration banquet, it must be good for the company. ”

"Yes. But I don't think you're happy? ”

Chen Feng asked suddenly.

Zhong Lei nodded, "You still know me." I'm thankful that Katie made my singing red, but I actually ......"

"I know what you're thinking, and you're still not satisfied. And you think that if this song is sung by yourself, it will work very well. Katie is good, but she still hasn't been able to sing "Self Burning" at the highest level, right? ”

Zhong Lei was stunned.

After a long time, she smiled bitterly.

"Why do you always know me so well?"

Chen Feng turned his face away, "Maybe it's providence." ”

He knew because he knew it.

Five hundred years later, Sergei's "Self Burning" was not influenced by Katie Swift's version sung.

Rather, it was the second version re-interpreted by Zhong Lei herself after the copyright authorization expired, that is, five years later.

Zhong Lei's sense of smell is always so terrifying.

She was absolutely right.

This was all expected by Chen Feng.

Only Zhong Lei, and Zhong Lei, must be Zhong Lei, can interpret the most perfect "Self Burning".

In order to sing this song again, it took her five years to complete self-precipitation, and she learned the standard English accent very seriously, and practiced it to be on par with her native language.

What she pursues is never Handan toddler, she just wants to be more accurate and use the language of another culture and thinking mode to perfectly express the feelings she wants to express.

She is always so good that she can't tolerate the slightest flaw.

So her re-singing five years later can elevate this song to another level.

There will be more young people and ordinary people in Europe and the United States who take the initiative to learn Chinese because they are eager to understand the emotions in the Chinese version of "Self Burning".

This has greatly accelerated the maturity of the parallel world communication mode between Chinese and English, and has played a role in promoting the perfect integration of human thinking that the contemporary world cannot understand and believe.

The historical significance of this song and Zhong Lei herself is extremely significant, just imagination can make Chen Feng's scalp tingle.

But now, Zhong Lei seems to want to confess to her.

Chen Feng could sense her vacillation.

The so-called celibacy, to some extent, is nothing more than a reluctance to compromise when they cannot find their true destiny.

Chen Feng didn't dare to look at Zhong Lei's face at all.

Sometimes just a meeting of eyes can spark a different kind of spark.

Maybe one day in the future, he can accept everything calmly.

Then at that time, he can put down his mind and seriously consider his own feelings and life.

As for now, maybe he doesn't have that talent, and he also knows that he doesn't have the courage and fighting spirit, just racking his brains to figure out what he can do for the human race, a race that will inevitably perish in a thousand years, has already done his best.

When he first began to travel to the millennium later, he was so resistant to that responsibility.

Because he clearly knew that he couldn't carry it.

Chen Feng always said in his heart, "I really don't want to be a savior."

But tragedies happened again and again, he was a mortal after all, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to everything.

He always unconsciously thought that this time I might be able to do a little more, this time I worked a little harder, and the end result was that I fell deeper and deeper, and I couldn't extricate myself.

Chen Feng wasn't sure if this was his nature, but it seemed that everything had come to this point naturally.

He wasn't sure if everyone in the world could do that, or if he was the only one who could do it.

But since fate has chosen me, perhaps this is the only talent that ordinary me has.

As Ou Guohua said in anger.

"This is the responsibility of history."

Even if he is not always understood by the times.

How much Zhong Lei admires and appreciates Chen Feng, how much Chen Feng admires and appreciates Zhong Lei.

He never told others about his weakness.

Even if he deliberately forgets, in fact, Chen Feng occasionally has irrepressible sadness in his heart that he wants to share with others.

He also wanted to find a place to rely on for his loneliness.

Zhong Lei is the best choice to rely on.

He was afraid that in the dead of night, just by looking at her more, he would no longer be able to restrain the emotions in his heart.

Chen Feng ran away.

He returned to the center of the crowd at the celebration feast.

He raised his hand and dangled it in the air, and the crowd quickly quieted down, including Lu Wei, who came as a special guest, and looked at him with brilliant eyes.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, "Next, I want to announce a few very important things, everyone will listen to them." ”

Zhong Lei also came down from the balcony.

Chen Feng beckoned to her with a smile, "Our pillar, you are also coming." ”

Zhong Lei rubbed her eyes, there was a trace of doubt in her eyes, and she was pulled into the crowd by Meng Wanyue.

"The company is doing well at the moment. We've also received a lot of invitations for creative collaborations, but in the short term, our main creative resources will still be focused on our in-house artists. ”

Qin Lu and Ou Junlang, two signed artists who lack independent creative ability, applauded wildly.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Three days at the latest, I will finish writing all ten songs of Qin Lu's debut album." However, I only need to write songs, and the specific recording, overall packaging, marketing and publicity work depends on everyone's collective efforts. ”

Everyone applauded again and congratulated Qin Lu one after another.

He Jiaqi and Chen Li were extremely envious.

Look at other people's bosses, if you want to praise more people, you don't need to collect songs everywhere in the world.

Some singers have been around for a year or two, and they can't get together the songs of an album, but Chen Feng is good, write it for you personally, and it will only take a few days!

It's too much.

gave Qin Lu good news, and it was Ou Junlang's turn next.

"Ou Junlang's second album, I will finish it in six days."

Ou Fatzi's face was simply smiling.

What could be better than seeing Xingfeng Entertainment continue to increase in value, and the value is so high that daddy can't afford it?

Of course, I went into battle in person and did it myself!

At this time, Zheng Rou, Lu Wei's agent, who was relatively more familiar, took the initiative to raise her hand and interject to say, "Our Weiwei also wants to sing!" ”

Chen Feng smiled and nodded, "Okay, no problem." ”

He agreed.

It's not a big deal.

Lu Wei bumped into Zheng Rou, showing a very embarrassed expression, but she didn't deny it.

After coming down, Chen Feng walked up to Lu Wei and Zheng Rou and whispered, "Sister Weiwei, aren't you more fond of independent creation?" Well, I just wrote you a song before, right? ”

It's not that he really doesn't want to sell songs, but he is worried about another point, Lu Wei herself is very creative, if she is too responsive to her needs, will it in turn suppress her own talent, it must be very regrettable.

Lu Wei clasped her hands on her chest, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and hung up to wipe a subtle arc, "What, don't you want to write for me?" ”

"Hah, that's not true."

"There are not too many really good songs. I am sometimes really jealous of your and Zhong Lei's talent, but I believe that by singing your songs, I will be able to gain new insights. ”

Chen Feng nodded, "That's right." That's ......."

"No, Vivi, I'll write it to you."

At this moment, Zhong Lei walked over and said undoubtedly: "Chen Feng, you have been busy enough recently, Meng Xiaozhou said that you are still writing movie scripts, right?" ”

Chen Feng wanted to say that he had mentioned this matter to Meng Xiaozhou, but he hadn't had time to start writing, so he wasn't so busy.

But he looked at Zhong Lei's eyes again and nodded decisively, "Yes, I am indeed writing a script." ”

"Then it's quite inconvenient for you, and there's Laurel."

Lu Weile said hehehe, looking unnecessary.

Zhong Lei just wrote "Self Burning" and took the initiative to write a song for Lu Wei, which is indeed not presumptuous, and even sells Lu Wei as an adult.

But the door in the inside is not enough for outsiders.

Chen Feng vaguely knew, but he didn't want to care so much.

His heart can't hold so many things, especially the love of children.

Love who goes.

Now Zhong Lei is a full-time contracted artist of Xingfeng Entertainment, and all the expenses and expenses for her training and learning are also borne by Xingfeng Entertainment.

The cost of her creation and song recording was also transferred to Xingfeng Entertainment.

Therefore, according to the contract, the copyright part of the song written by Zhong Lei belongs to her, and the other part naturally belongs to Xingfeng Entertainment, so whether it is Chen Feng personally creating it, or Zhong Lei writing songs for Lu Wei, the company has benefits.

Chen Feng just sighed at the wonder of fate.

In the last timeline, he forcibly snatched a song written by Zhong Lei to Lu Wei, but Zhong Lei still gave her back after a hundred turns.

However, Chen Feng's manipulation never ends.

This time, because of the enhanced memory, the library of works he prepared when he returned was very large.

As a ruthless copyist of professional acquaintances, he did not let Lu Wei go because of his friendship, but took extra care.

Lu Wei's creative blowout stage was the girlhood, and after she was twenty-five years old, she only wrote two true classics.

Chen Feng was all ready to transfer flowers and trees, and took them to Qin Lu to sing.

The reasons he gave himself were good.

Maybe Lu Wei, who already had a thousand coffee positions thousands of years ago, can also be forced out of his potential and forced into the top 100?

I'm doing good!

When he became accustomed to everything, Chen Feng's psychological burden when he made these operations became lower and lower.

Gradually, he became so taboo in copying songs.

At this time, there were other female singers who followed He Jiaqi to rub the heat, and finally couldn't help it.

She raised her hand and asked loudly, "Teacher Chen, what about us?" When you just say short-term, how long do you mean? We're all eager to buy songs. ”

Everyone was immediately focused.

These artists have never cooperated with Xingfeng Entertainment, and their relationship with Chen Feng is not so familiar.

They could only wave the cheque and wait for Mr. Chen's mercy, so they were particularly concerned about this "short-term" deadline.

In everyone's understanding, usually, the "short-term" said by people like Chen Feng should refer to one to two years.

As long as it is not more than three years, everyone can still accept it, and there is still hope to wait.

However, the rhythm that Chen Feng said just now is too fast, three days to get Qin Lu's album, and another three days to get Ou Junlang's.

This has raised in everyone's hearts the covetousness and expectation that they should not have.

Before Chen Feng made a statement, he glanced at Zhong Lei a little more and thought for a while.

Although the next words slapped Zhong Lei in the face, Chen Feng couldn't change his plan to cash out and make money as soon as possible.

Chen Feng coughed lightly and said in a melancholy tone: "I've been really busy lately, and after finishing the first two albums, I have to spend ten days and a half months writing some movie scripts." It would take 20 days at the earliest before I could start writing more songs. ”

As soon as he said this, there was silence in the huge banquet hall.

Eventually, Lu Wei broke the silence.

"Then you'll write me one then, right?"

Chen Feng turned his head to look at Lu Wei, and then at Zhong Lei.

The corner of his eye drifted to Qin Lu again, "Okay, no problem." ”

No one knows how many times his heart turned around when he said this.