After a long time, Zhong Lei stretched her waist, sat down next to Chen Feng, cocked Erlang's legs, and picked up a corner of cake from the plate in her hand with a fork and sent it to her mouth.

"In the past, I heard that domestic musicians are very weak when they cooperate with European and American parties, and it is difficult to be respected. But how do I think you're bullying others? ”

Chen Feng looked away, his gaze falling on the strawberry cheesecake on the plate in her hand.

"This kind of cooperation is called cooperation. The kind of weak cooperation you are talking about is rubbing heat. If you don't have the ability, you have to put gold on your face, so you will send people to grovel under the fence. We eat according to our ability, so others have no sense of respect. Do you like this kind of cake? ”

Zhong Lei shook her head, "I don't like it, it's too sweet." ”

"And you still eat?"

"It's too wasteful to throw it away."

"It doesn't cost anything."

Zhong Lei ate it all in one bite, "But it's still a waste." ”

After speaking, she continued to write lyrics, Chen Feng's eyes returned to the movie, but his mind was wandering in the world.

He kind of wants to make movies, make science fiction movies.

He wants to show what he sees and hears to the world in the form of science fiction movies.

I don't expect others to believe it, but it's always good to give humans a wake-up call in advance.

Showing the results of the most pessimistic and failed human struggle in the future, perhaps when the entire civilization is at a fork in the road and needs to make a choice about the next path, there will at least be a chance to eliminate one more wrong answer.

But as Zhong Lei said.

That kind of plot is too pessimistic and desperate, and lacks enough eye-catching personal heroism, there should be little hope at the box office.

And if science fiction movies want to do well, the investment is too big, and with his current financial resources, influence and industry connections, it is not enough.

Writing a script is also a strenuous job.

He was not good at writing stories, but the script of the story could only be written by him.

So we have to take a long-term view of this matter, and take it one step at a time.

Six days later, the two returned to Hanzhou.

There are several pieces of good news waiting for Chen Feng.

The few songs he wrote and the few remaining songs that were not sold also had a place to go, and two songs were prepared for Qin Lu to be released as singles.

Four more songs were sold, and the prices were quite satisfactory.

Chen Feng's inventory returned this time was all realized.

In addition, Lu Wei has created new songs, and the level is very high.

It's a truly new song that has never appeared in previous timelines.

Chen Li, He Jiaqi, and many musicians in China who are really serious about making music, have sprung up with new songs in the past two or three weeks.

The competition on major platforms such as Q sound has become unprecedentedly fierce.

Chen Feng had basically heard it once, and he was both shocked and relieved.

The overall level of these new songs is high and low, but the same charm of the past, the laziness of self-repetition, and the phenomenon of borrowing and plagiarism have been greatly weakened.

These musicians seem to have suddenly opened their minds, working harder to seek innovation and change, have the courage to explore, and focus on innovation.

The butterfly effect has been enhanced.

Under his continuous pulling, the entire Chinese music scene is like an awakened beast, and it has broken out of the cage of thinking shackles.

A new Renaissance movement has sprung up like sprouts.

This revolution in art was ignited.

This is Chen Feng's many classic works accumulated over the decades by the core figures of this era, and the radiation effect released in a very short period of time like a volcanic eruption, just like the first fission of ignition when a nuclear bomb is detonated.

Compared with the previous unconscious passive change of the future, this time Chen Feng used music as a medium to change the present more actively.

The change was visible to him.

He began to have infinite expectations for what he would see when he entered the future again.

In his mood, the night of February 25, 2020 fell.

But it was hard for him to sleep that night.

Because in the afternoon, he received a text message.

It was sent by my adoptive father who I hadn't been in touch with for many years.

He asked Chen Feng why he still didn't go home for the Chinese New Year this year, and asked if Chen Feng, a well-known musician on the Internet, was him.

Chen Feng had a lot of complicated thoughts in his mind.

But he didn't call back.

He transferred two million to a bank card that had not received a single living allowance since high school.

Many things, once they happen, can never be returned to the past, because butterflies can never fly backwards.

Dream!

Awakening.

"Private Chen Feng! Dequeue! ”

Chen Feng looked at the familiar square face in front of him, and the corners of his lips slowly curved.

He smiled.

It's nice to see this familiar face again.

He looked into the distance again.

Above the sky, the sun hung high.

Under the blue sky, thousands of spindle-shaped carriers are shuttling to and fro.

These vehicles are fast and seem like a mess, but in fact, their paths are strictly separated from each other, and each of them can move smoothly along a stable and exclusive track.

Unlike the Underground Vehicles of the past, today's spindle vehicles no longer emit flames underneath whether they are hovering or speeding up, and appear to be floating.

Chen Feng smiled even brighter.

Large vehicles are able to float, indicating that human technology has once again advanced, and the control of force fields has become more precise and perfect, and it is finally possible to use force fields that could only be used as battleship shields as regular driving forces for vehicles.

At this moment, a triangular fast vehicle with a unique shape took off from the depths of the base and rose into the air in a straight line, heading into space beyond Earth.

When the triangular vehicle lifted off, the trajectory of those vehicles in the sky was fine-tuned synchronously, and a straight channel was reserved for the triangular vehicle from the chaotic situation like a duststorm, and they still did not interfere with each other, and even the speed did not slow down at all.

The computing power of the Central Intelligence Brain has been further enhanced.

At the base, the large bell tower still exists.

But the playground has become a little bigger than it used to be.

Today's playground is strictly divided into several sections by a light blue barrier, and Chen Feng's recruit queue is only in one corner.

On the other side, dozens of warriors in pitch-black armor were exchanging ideas with each other.

The height of these armored warriors all looks to be between one meter eight and two meters two.

This is their armored height.

The technological level of the individual armor has risen again, and it has become a biological armor that is more suitable for the human body.

Bio-Armor has more properties, its case looks very soft, but in the event of a collision or firefight, the Flexible Armor that is hit will instantly harden.

The weapons and skills of these warriors are also much more complex than the monotonous guns, knives, and shields of the Blue Dragon Armor when they came over last time.

The rubber bands on their back armor can be pulled off, and with a flick of their wrists, they can be transformed into straight knives ranging in length from a few meters to a meter and a half, or, when they retreat, dozens of points of light shoot out from under the armor on both sides of their thighs, and then these points of light will swarm and kill their opponents, causing a chain explosion.

The aftermath of these people's battle slammed into the pale blue energy barrier, creating ripples like water.

This scene tells Chen Feng that they are in actual combat, not data simulation.

Chen Feng is a person who has lived a poor life on the simulator for a long time, and he just wants to say, oh my God.

Are they all such losers now?

The training is actually in actual combat, and he is not afraid of breaking the equipment? Consume energy in training like this, and are you not afraid of energy shortages?

However, he was shocked and shocked, but he still had an advantage in his heart.

These people who are qualified for armor-piercing combat training must already be the elite of the base, but the strongest mobility among them is less than 35G or more.

The gap between them and Chen Feng, who is currently sitting on the 50G ceiling, is still visible to the naked eye.

But he couldn't understand the training content in another area.

There were only two people in the room, still wearing the kind of close-fitting bioarmor, but the two men didn't fight at close quarters, and they didn't raise their guns to shoot.

They were far away from each other, and each had a heavy truck behind them.

Both of them held their fingers flat forward, their fingertips linked to the screen in front of them.

The two of them shook their fingers from time to time, and the truck flew like a swarm of locusts with dense miniature flying machines.

These aircraft fight in the air, and the combat modes are varied, ranging from cluster bombing to formation salvos, as well as suicide charge self-detonation.

Unlike the individual combat skills drill on the other side, this side is more like a large-scale war.

The two warriors with ten fingers linked to the beam should be the commanders of this miniature war.

With the technological innovation, the concept of human warfare has changed again, and a new class of troops has been born.

The bio-armor is equivalent to the improved version of the green dragon armor in the past, and this one-man army-style combat concept can give full play to the characteristics of elite warriors, and can carry out scalpel-like formation raids on enemy troops alone.

If nothing else, that kind of truck should also have a space combat adaptation model, which will attack in tandem with armored fighters.

There are about three types of flying machines.

A round flying machine about the size of a soccer ball is the largest of the bunch, with more fly-sized miniature flying out of it to pounce on the area of fire in front of you, or to sneak up on the flanks and lurk at enemy commanders.

There is also a bullet-type flying machine, which is about a decimeter long and flies very fast.

The third type is the fly machine.

The distance was too far for Chen Feng to see the specific attack methods of these things, and he could only judge from the faint light that lit up during the salvo that these aircraft used ultra-miniature laser beams and missiles that were suspected to be the thickness of nails in close combat.

After observing for more than ten seconds, Chen Feng understood this concept of commanding battles.

This is a combination of artificial intelligence and human brain judgment in individual combat.

Aircraft have many built-in combat plans, and the commander's control does not need to be precise to a specific aircraft or where to shoot, but only needs to issue a directive command, and the aircraft can make corresponding feedback.

The beam of light linked to the commander's ten fingers is supposed to be the medium through which orders are given.

The reason why brainwave remote control is not used is that such a semi-physical link has a lower transmission delay.

"Chen Feng, have you seen enough? Is it good-looking? You've been watching it for almost five minutes, is it pretty? ”

Ding Hu's face suddenly flashed in front of Chen Feng, blocking his vision.