After waiting for about two or three hours, that is, on Chen Feng's way home from work, Zheng Rou's phone called.

"Mr. Chen, Chen Li thinks your song is not bad, if your later content can still maintain this level, she is willing to buy out all the copyrights of this song with 200,000 yuan."

"Ah, I see, thank you Sister Rou."

"Well, that's the price of the other party. It's not a high price, but it's not bad for a new music producer, so it's up to you to decide whether you want to sell it or not. Just give me an answer tomorrow. ”

Chen Feng nodded in the air, "Okay." ”

"Well, I'll hang up first if it's fine."

Hanging up the phone, Chen Feng was not as happy as he expected.

Obviously it was a good thing, he didn't know what was going on.

200,000 yuan, almost up to his salary for two or three years, and counting the deposit, he can even make a down payment on a small apartment in the suburbs of Hanzhou.

But strangely, his heart was empty, not satisfied and full.

Asking himself, Chen Feng felt that he was not a good person.

If you don't know Zhong Lei, if the relationship with Zhong Lei hasn't changed in the slightest, if you didn't hear her sobbing yesterday, then Chen Feng would probably be able to sell this song without any psychological barriers.

But not so many ifs.

He couldn't fool himself.

People in the world always have the illusion that when they see that the wicked are doing well, they always think that they can easily become wicked, and then live better than the wicked, but they don't care about becoming bad.

But when it came to the end, Chen Feng realized that being a bad guy was not as easy as he imagined.

Fooling yourself may seem simple, but it's actually the hardest thing in the world, and it also requires talent.

In the evening, Chen Feng and Zhong Lei sat together in the incense shop at the entrance of the Weston community.

Chen Feng invited guests to this meal, which was a celebration of the success of selling songs.

However, there was no festive atmosphere at the dinner table, but it was very dull.

A man and a woman eat together, and as long as one of them is not good at dealing with the opposite sex, it is easy to get cold, let alone two of them.

There is also a benefit, at least the two of them are very comfortable with this state.

Although it seems strange to others, the two themselves feel comfortable.

Eat and eat, talk about what day.

Zhong Lei finally spoke first.

She raised the teacup and squeezed a smile on the corner of her mouth, "Congratulations on your successful song sale." Although Chen Li is not a first-line celebrity, he is also a powerful singer and has many fans. When this is done, you can seriously consider changing careers in the future. With your talent, you can eat this meal. ”

Chen Feng really wants to tell her, don't force a smile.

You're a singer, not an actor.

As long as I'm not blind, I can see your duplicity.

Chen Feng: "Then I'll thank you for your auspicious words first." What's next for you? ”

Zhong Lei pondered for a few seconds, "I'll go home first in a few days, and I won't necessarily come to Hanzhou in the future." When the time comes, please help me return my house, this is your business anyway. ”

"Is it like this?"

"Hmm."

Chen Feng clearly remembers that a few years before Zhong Lei became famous, she had obviously been living in Hanzhou.

If she leaves now, it means that there has been a major turning point in her life, and it is uncertain whether she will be the same in history in the future.

No, I have to think of a way not to let her defeat Hanzhou.

"By the way, I have something to confess to you. Actually, I came back from work yesterday and heard you practice singing. ”

"What! What else do you hear? ”

Chen Feng forcibly looked expressionless, "No, it's just a song." ”

"And then?"

"You sing so well."

"Thanks for the compliment." Zhong Lei is not very modest, she knows very well what level she is.

Compared with those famous singers, she is not inferior to strength, but just an appropriate opportunity.

"Also, I found that you added a melody to the sample I sang. Why didn't you get in? ”

Zhong Lei was stunned at first.

She really wanted to demolish Chen Feng.

When I practiced singing yesterday, I obviously only stuffed the newly added melody into it when I lost control of my emotions at the last time.

How could he have heard only the song, and must have heard his own cry!

Damn it.

Smart people will pretend to be crazy and stupid at this time, pretending that nothing has happened, but Zhong Lei is not very good at pretending, she is a little ashamed in her heart, and her face immediately shows displeasure.

She said sullenly: "This is your song, I don't want to add things to it rashly." ”

"But I think the melody you added is very good, so I'm going to follow the rhythm you sang at the time for the rest of the section."

Zhong Lei resolutely refused, "How can this work!" This will ruin the harmony of your entire song. Everyone has a different creative style, and if you use mine, it will naturally be incongruous. ”

Chen Feng wanted to laugh in his heart, make trouble, you think so much, and you are so humble.

It's all yours!

"No, you add this paragraph exactly as I want it to feel. I've decided. I think it will make the song better, even if you don't agree with it. ”

Chen Feng said firmly.

It's noisy, the original rhythm was like this.

Don't use this, let him change how to change.

If you don't let it be used, you won't be allowed to play.

"You ......"

Zhong Lei was a little angry.

She wanted to say that it was my inspiration, how can you take it.

But then she thought about it, her inspiration was built on the foundation laid by Chen Feng, and in a sense, it was indeed Chen Feng's intellectual property.

"That's how I plan for the 200,000. Since you use your melody, you don't need to pay for the demo, but I'll have to share your money, just ...... Fifty thousand. ”

When he said this, Chen Feng felt a little painful.

But in this way, he felt a little more comfortable, let her earn 50,000 yuan, and probably be able to keep her in Hanzhou.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Lei suddenly exploded.

She shouted out a little uncontrollably, "No! I don't want your money! ”

Her voice was so loud that the rest of the shop couldn't help but turn their heads to look this way.

A raging fire of gossip rises from the hearts of diners.

The eyes of the two people became very connotative.

Tsk, this man doesn't look like he's very rich.

This girl doesn't want his money, probably because the money is too small.

Chen Feng and Zhong Lei noticed the strange gazes of others, Chen Feng was a little embarrassed, but Zhong Lei didn't care.

Chen Feng continued to grit his teeth and said, "No, this is what you deserve, what do you and I shirk." ”

"Enough! I said I don't want your charity and compassion. ”

After speaking, Zhong Lei threw down the dishes and chopsticks and got up to leave.

When Chen Feng settled the account and chased out, she was gone.

This person is really inexplicably stubborn, no wonder she will be single for the rest of her life in another timeline, she really deserves it.

When he got home, he knocked on Zhong Lei's door again.

There was a grumpy shouting from inside.

"You helped me before. I also sang a sample for you. Now that we are both clear, you don't owe me anything, and I don't owe you anything. What I do is my business, and I don't need you to care. Don't bother me anymore, or I'll complain about you. ”

Chen Feng thinks that giving Zhong Lei money is an equivalent exchange, and that is because the song "Boring" is hers.

But Zhong Lei didn't know about it.

She thought that she had just written a little melody, and Chen Feng would give her 50,000 yuan.

He is clearly giving alms, and he looks down on himself.

He is not fundamentally different from those men who want to support themselves.

Rather than making a bigger fuss in the future, it is better to draw a line sooner rather than later.

She went back to the wild road where oil and salt didn't enter, and Chen Feng didn't know what to say, so he simply left.

Back in the room, Chen Feng picked up the guitar out of boredom and gently played the prelude to "The Night Is Deep".

Just like the name of the song, it was indeed already lit up outside at this time, Chen Feng put down his guitar and looked back out the window.

He was thinking about a question very seriously and seriously.

Zheng Rou said that Chen Li's side will reply tomorrow, and the final decision must be made tonight.

To sell, or not to sell?

Selling songs was his original intention, and he worked hard for more than two weeks.

He has experienced a lot of setbacks, and he thought that he would not be able to make it, but he turned around and turned around.

Now all he had to do was nod his head, and it was done.

But when it came to the end, he hesitated.