He took three or four half-day leave in the company intermittently, and kept going to the cultural and creative industrial park to talk about companies one by one.

Unfortunately, he always hit a wall at every turn.

Others didn't give him a chance to play the guitar at all, but only asked him a little if he was born in a professional class to study music, and if he had any masterpieces before.

Chen Feng didn't want to lie, and honestly admitted that he hadn't studied music, had no masterpieces, and then he didn't have it.

Chen Feng can't do anything about this, it can't be fake, and it can't be fake.

He really doesn't have any academic qualifications and experience in art and sports, and lying doesn't help, and he thinks that what work he did before has nothing to do with the songs he wants to sell.

What I'm going to sell you is a song, not me, what do you care about what I used to do?

If I have any previous works, what does it matter?

Did everyone already have a masterpiece before writing their first song?

If you don't have a creator who has published a work, you don't care?

So where do I go to produce a work first?

Are people in circles so neurotic and xenophobic?

But he knows that complaining about others doesn't help, maybe that's the reality.

Facing reality, accepting reality, and then overcoming reality, everyone has to go through this experience.

……

Five minutes later.

"Mr. Chen, I'm really embarrassed, I know you have songs to sell, but the director is really busy, and I've been on a business trip recently, and we don't know anything about appreciation, so ...... Please get out. ”

The little girl at the front desk of this music production studio smiled sweetly and spoke very decently, but she just wouldn't let him in.

"No, your director is not here, there can always be someone who collects songs, right? I don't have high requirements, just listen to me play once, is it so difficult? ”

At this time, a middle-aged woman walked over from the side, looking like a small leader, "This gentleman, our company has an email address for external manuscripts, if you are confident in your work, you can record a sample and send it to us." We will have someone to review the manuscript on a regular basis. ”

Chen Feng couldn't help it.

He has never sold songs before and doesn't understand the market.

First of all, with his singing skills, the quality of the recorded samples is definitely not good.

Secondly, his songs are not coming from the right way, and there are only two of them, in case he is stupidly handed over and plagiarized and adapted, then who will he find to reason?

"Okay, then I'll go first."

Chen Feng saw that things could not be discussed, and he didn't dwell on them anymore, so he turned around and took the elevator downstairs.

As soon as others entered the elevator, the little girl at the front desk and the middle-aged woman covered their mouths and smiled.

The front desk teased, "Really, there are more and more people who don't know what to call now." ”

The middle-aged woman nodded, "Carrying a guitar makes him feel that he is engaged in art, but in fact, he doesn't even have basic common sense." How many have you been here this month? ”

The front desk lowered his head and flipped through the notebook, which was densely filled with orthography, "The sixteenth, I really think these people are like citizen scientists." ”

"Poof!" The middle-aged woman nodded and gave a thumbs up, "Well said, the description is very apt." He really didn't know the goods, and the Yangtze River guitar on his back was obviously two or three hundred low-end goods. I can't believe that someone will be able to write any song with this grade of guitar these days? ”

The girl at the front desk nodded, "Yes." I remember that Brother Liu's flute seems to be more than 80,000, right? It's expensive. ”

Middle-aged woman: "No way, you get what you pay for, good things can make a good voice." ”

Downstairs, Chen Feng looked back at the building unwillingly.

Then he shook his head, pulled out his notebook, and crossed a bar against the name of a company on it.

He originally wrote the names of more than a dozen companies in the notebook, but now only the last one remains.

The company, called Reed Studios, is small in scale, but its business scope includes artist management, music production, album release and other fields.

As a small company, it can do such a small but complete range of organs, relying on the only artist in Reed Studio, the popular female singer Lu Wei in China.

Chen Feng originally didn't want to come to this company.

Lu Wei debuted very early, and although she is not very old now, she is just twenty years old, but she is already very popular.

In fact, Chen Feng may know himself better than Lu Wei, and Lu Wei has been mentioned many times in Zhong Lei's biography in later generations.

For a long time, Lu Wei and Zhong Lei were bright for a while, but later, perhaps because she became famous too early, or maybe because she was dragged down by a too good family background, she lost some experience, and Jiang Lang ran out too early, and finally fell behind, only became popular for twenty or thirty years, and failed to become a family of her own, but became Zhong Lei's foil.

But now Lu Wei is not only younger, but also red to purple, and can even carry a company by herself.

Chen Feng also knew from the future biography that she had an extraordinary background, which was terrifyingly profound, and any elder in the family would take it out as a sensitive word.

Because of the unpleasant experience of dealing with Zhong Lei, Chen Feng subconsciously thought that Lu Wei was more difficult.

So he didn't have any hope for the company at all.

But now that he had no choice, Chen Feng turned around and went to another building and went straight to the reed studio.

The office of Studio Reed doesn't look imposing, and there is not even a front desk at the door.

Chen Feng probed in, and a young woman approached with a folder in her arms.

She looked at Chen Feng and then at the guitar bag behind him.

"Hello sir, is there anything you can do?"

The other party was very polite, all of which were expected by Chen Feng, after all, although he was not extremely handsome, he had an honest face that was very reliable at first glance, and it might be interesting to look at it twice.

Chen Feng smiled, "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 answer.

"You're here to sell songs?" At this time, a plump long-haired woman walked by.

She was dressed in a very tight little suit, which wrapped her figure to the fullest.

The woman who had spoken to Chen Feng before hurriedly turned her head and bowed and said, "Sister Rou is good." ”

Sister Rou waved her hand, "You can go with your business, leave it to me here." ”

The woman hurriedly lowered her head and walked away quickly.

Sister Rou turned to Chen Feng with her hands on her chest, with a slightly ridiculous smile on her face, "Hello this gentleman, I am Lu Wei's agent and Zheng Rou, the general manager of this company. Excuse me again, are you here to sell songs? ”

As she spoke, her eyes fluttered towards the guitar bag behind Chen Feng, and when she saw the word "Yangtze River", the corners of her mouth also drew a meaningful arc.

By this time, Chen Feng actually knew the answer.

He really wanted to turn around and leave, but since the other party hadn't driven anyone out yet, let's say a few more words.

Maybe...... Is it done?

Chen Feng nodded, "Yes, this is my hard work, and I am very confident in this song." ”

Zheng Rou suddenly laughed, "Didn't you know before?" We, in the Reed Studio, never accept songs from the outside world. Our family Lu Wei never sings other people's songs, all her songs are written by herself, thank you. ”

Chen Feng was stunned, "Huh? Is it like this? ”