Since then, a heated discussion has erupted in the private rooms of this upscale private dining room.

Chen Feng acts as an intermediary and is responsible for throwing bricks and leading jade to control the overall situation.

This discussion was started by Zhong Lei from the artistic perspective of sound, and Ryan explained from a scientific point of view.

The crowd began with the influence of sound on people's thinking, and then discussed the possibility of sound to control the secretion of human hormones and dopamine and other neurotransmitters in a more refined manner.

This is a huge topic, and the three of them have a broad and precise discussion.

Although Zhong Lei has never been arrogant, Chen Feng knows that she is now the most talented person in the world to play sound.

Ryan's abilities are not far behind.

He has a wide range of knowledge, and what is even more terrifying is that he is almost always proficient.

His achievements in other disciplines are not as good as his essence in mathematics and applied physics, but they are still at the level of a university lecturer or above.

Ryan's potential can reach the kind of all-round scientist that is almost impossible to be born in later generations, the level of a great grandmaster.

Zhong Lei: "Sound is a kind of wave, which can trigger the resonance of the brain, and then secrete substances......"

"Yes, but we're going to go back to the human body. What wavelengths and frequencies can promote the secretion of neurotransmitters? The body's neurotransmitters include...... The parts of the human brain that are responsible for different emotions and functions are...... The process by which these transmitters travel along the nerves to transmit information is ......"

After hearing this, Chen Feng was almost a little confused.

He had learned esoteric technology eight hundred years later, but he didn't learn it very well, and there were hundreds of years of knowledge gaps in between.

The two ends can't be connected, and he can't do it.

But he doesn't care much, he can't understand, these two people just understand.

On the way, the waiter came over and told them that the restaurant was going to close.

Chen Feng shot out 50,000 US dollars and asked the waiter and his boss to work overtime decisively.

The discussion lasted until 3:40 a.m.

Ryan couldn't get enough of returning to Beverly Hills, while Chen Feng and Zhong Lei took a helicopter back to the vicinity of Mason College.

Zhong Lei didn't speak much the whole time, obviously she was still immersed in the heated discussion just now.

When Chen Feng sent her downstairs to the dormitory and was about to go upstairs, she suddenly came back to her senses and looked back at Chen Feng with sharp eyes.

"Wait, I know it's hard, but I'll make it! I'm waiting for the day when you chase me, and then I'll have to refuse you three times before I agree! ”

Chen Feng smiled.

"Then you have to come on. We only have about a few decades to wait. ”

"Nonsense!"

Zhong Lei turned around, crossed her waist, took a firm step, and went upstairs with a stagger.

Chen Feng shook his head with a smile and walked back with a happy mood.

Now he was glad he had decided to save Ryan.

What is most important in the 21st century?

Talent!

What kind of talent is most important?

Talent that can be used by me!

He knew what he had done.

Relying on both chance and his own two outlaws to save people, he retained an important fire.

He fished Ryan out from underneath the coffin board.

He dragged two people who were completely unrelated and impossible to meet to him.

One is the top ten artists of the top 10 millennium, and the other is a top scientist who, despite his untimely death, seems to have a ceiling of talent comparable to Sergei.

Now these two capable people are in the prime of life, the most agile thinking, and the most creative.

Moreover, he also found a perfect occasion and brewed a perfect atmosphere, so that these two people burst out with the strongest fighting spirit in the competition with each other.

Of course, the main reason is Zhong Lei's unconvinced.

She refuses to accept the "rival in love".

This has nothing to do with Chen Feng's explanation or not.

Anyway, she was very unhappy when she looked at Ryan, thinking that this person was robbing her of men.

As for Ryan, he may be a little low in emotional intelligence and fail to perceive Zhong Lei's hostility, but his scientific literacy and instinct as a scholar will make him involuntarily produce corresponding independent thinking and express his own positions and opinions in the face of doubts and scientific discussions.

When the two were discussing, Chen Feng seemed to see the lightning sparks generated by the collision of ideas at the dinner table.

The sparks of both of them converged on their own conductors.

Even better, Ryan was thoroughly intrigued by Chen Feng's great idea.

When the discussion ended, he was still unsatisfied.

Ryan said to Chen Feng: "Chen Feng, I always thought you were just a music producer. Now I want to apologize to you. Your quest is great! Like Zhong Lei, I would like to become a follower of your ideas! If we can actually create a song like this, then we can be selective and offer it to a specific audience. We can make the focused, and the motivated! This is of great help to the development of human civilization! ”

Chen Feng nodded first.

He was reminded of the brutal survival of the fittest model a thousand years later.

He said tentatively: "Actually, there is no need to choose an audience? Can you listen to everyone too? Let the decadent people who waste light and shadow be more decadent, then it is good for civilization to let these people be eliminated as soon as possible, right? ”

Ryan pondered for a moment, but did not agree or refute, but said, "That's another subject." I don't have enough anthropological knowledge to determine whether the end result of stripping away diversity is good or bad. ”

Chen Feng nodded and stopped asking.

This question, thousands of years later, has not been able to get the right answer.

Of course, Ryan's vision of a situation would only plague the first five hundred years.

If it can really be made, then in 500 years, it will naturally have to be broadcast on all channels indiscriminately for everyone to listen to.

At that time, I didn't seek merit but no fault, as long as I could eliminate the infiltration of "Song of the World" and maintain the creativity of human beings, it would be a great achievement.

Because of the breakthrough in things, in the next few days, Chen Feng did not rush back to China, but stayed in Los Angeles for a long time, and only controlled the domestic movements remotely.

This made Meng Xiaozhou bitter, he had to preside over the overall situation in China for a while, and in the blink of an eye, he got Los Angeles to do a big business of selling songs and making dollars.

But Meng Xiaozhou did not complain, but enjoyed it.

Lao Meng is also a person with great ambitions.

He joined Xingfeng Entertainment before to repay his favor, but he didn't want to be overused.

Now Chen Feng's steps are so fast and big, the company's progress is advancing rapidly, although he is tired, but he has a kind of refreshing feeling that the sky is high and the birds can fly, and he can display his talents.

Meng Xiaozhou is not afraid of being tired, but he is afraid that he will not be able to display his ambitions.

Chen Feng maintained the frequency every other day and personally presided over a discussion between the two geniuses.

The three of them discussed the problem in a different place from the dining room to the acoustic laboratory, the piano room, the university classroom, the concert hall performance, Professor Mason's class, and so on.

Whenever Zhong Lei and Ryan have irreconcilable differences on a certain issue, Chen Feng will rely on his feelings to be the referee.

Things are moving forward slowly, firmly, little by little.

Chen Feng's gaze seemed to be able to see through the fog that the true war song belonging to the human race was beckoning to him.

It was a ray of light created by his own hands.

He planted the seed in hopes of producing good results in the future.

On the afternoon of March 25, 2020, after going to the airport to say goodbye to Ryan, who was about to fly to Boston and return to the laboratory, Chen Feng returned to the hotel and wrote hard in his room.

In front of him was a notebook with a gilded skin, exquisitely crafted and the size of a palm.

The pen he used to write was a special pointed-core pen that would last for more than a hundred years without fading.

The paper of the notebook is also idiosyncratic and, with proper sealing, can be three hundred years without humification.

Yes, he's writing tips for himself in the upcoming "virtual timeline."

It was a plan he had made early on.

Now that the crossing is imminent, it's time to finish.