Chapter 21: Sudden Good News

Chapter 21: Sudden Good News

Chen Feng had just gone some distance away when Mai Hui walked up close.

“Sister Rou, you came all the way here so late at night, it must have been tiring.”

Zheng Rou smiled. “It’s no trouble. I’ll come in and sit for a bit too. By the way, Teacher He is attending a provincial TV variety show tomorrow, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Here’s the thing. For tomorrow’s show, the TV station has arranged for seven or eight newcomers to warm up the audience. Among them is a little sister named Tong Bao’er, who is the niece of a friend of mine. We’ll need Teacher He to give her a bit more support then, to say a few more words to Tong Bao’er during the program, anything at all is fine. That will make it easier for the TV station to give her more screen time.”

This was Zheng Rou’s real purpose for making the special trip here.

The size of one’s influence was one thing, but when asking someone for a favor, if there was a chance to talk face-to-face, it was better to do so. This also showed proper manners.

Mai Hui nodded repeatedly. “Since Sister Rou has asked, I’ll emphasize it to Jiaqi later.”

With her own request settled, Zheng Rou couldn’t help asking one more question. “The person I was just chatting with is named Chen Feng. You seem to have some conflict with him?”

Chen Feng thought he hid it well, but someone as sharp as Zheng Rou saw him walking away very quickly, as if afraid of Mai Hui getting close. That wasn’t ordinary dislike.

So now Zheng Rou added a bit more, thinking if the conflict wasn’t serious, she could act as a peacemaker.

But Mai Hui looked confused. “Chen Feng? That young man with the Guitar who was talking to you just now? I was just about to ask you if he was bothering you too. I was even ready to call security.”

Zheng Rou was stunned. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Sister Rou, you have no idea how crazy this guy is. Jiaqi was still singing on stage, and I was heading back to the backstage to rest for a moment. He blocked my way directly, saying he wrote a song and wanted to sell it to me. He’s insane.”

Zheng Rou was slightly surprised. “Huh? He wrote another song?”

“Another?” Mai Hui keenly sensed something was off.

“Yes, some time ago he wrote a pretty good new song and wanted to sell it to Weiwei. Weiwei listened and thought it was quite good, but the style just didn’t quite fit her, so she referred it to someone else instead. It’s just a pity he changed his mind later, so the connection wasn’t made.”

Now it was Mai Hui’s turn to be dumbfounded.

Mai Hui certainly knew that Lu Wei always created her own music and never considered works from other producers.

But the reason Lu Wei rejected that Chen Feng wasn’t because the song was bad, but just because the style didn’t fit?

Moreover, even though Lu Wei didn’t buy it herself, she still actively acted as a referrer. That further proved the quality of that song from the side.

Could this person’s level really be that high?

Mai Hui hurriedly asked, “Just how good was his song?”

Zheng Rou answered, “I can’t say exactly how good. I don’t really understand it well. But if Weiwei said it was good, then it’s good. She also told me to keep in touch with him when I have time. If he writes another song that suits Weiwei, he can sell it to us, and we can store it in our song library for now.”

Sssss!

Mai Hui frantically sucked in cold air.

This was really awkward now.

“Oh no, I just rejected him, and my tone wasn’t very good either.”

Chen Feng was almost at the entrance of his building when his phone rang. It was Zheng Rou calling.

He answered.

But the person speaking wasn’t Zheng Rou; it was that effeminate Mai Hui.

“Mr. Chen, hello, I am Mai Hui…”

“Not selling, sorry. My work isn’t mature enough yet. It’s not worthy.”

Chen Feng gave such a stiff reply, then hung up.

Another half hour passed, and the phone rang again. It was Zheng Rou calling once more.

“Mr. Chen, I’m sorry. Mai Hui insisted I act as a peacemaker.”

“Ah, it’s fine, it’s fine. Sister Rou, you went to trouble.”

“I actually think it’s better to resolve a conflict than to keep it. It was a small matter to begin with. How about I host a meal another day, invite both of you to sit down and have a good talk?”

Chen Feng laughed from afar. “Sister Rou, you’re overthinking it. I can’t be bothered to hold a grudge against him. I actually thought about it carefully earlier, and I really feel this new song isn’t mature enough yet. It needs more polishing.”

“Oh oh, that’s true too. Weiwei was also very surprised you produced a new song so quickly.”

After chatting a bit more simply, they hung up. Chen Feng’s ordinary yet fulfilling day finally came to an end.

Feeling bored, he turned on his computer and listened to “Dullness” one more time before going back to bed, ready to sleep.

If nothing unexpected happened, Zhong Lei should be able to meet with the person in charge at KuGe tomorrow and get relatively decent terms, so she could sign the contract.

He hoped everything would go smoothly.

Lights off.

Boom!

A loud noise came from upstairs, like something had fallen on the floor.

Chen Feng was shocked. He jumped up from the bed and rushed upstairs. “What’s wrong? What happened?!”

“Chen Feng! Good news!”

Zhong Lei flung the door open.

She held a phone in her hand, her face glowing with poorly restrained joy.

But it was precisely this restraint that told others even more clearly how uncomposed she was, how extraordinary the good news she had just received must be.

At this moment, Zhong Lei’s forehead had a slightly red mark. Probably, after getting the good news just now, she had carelessly tumbled out of bed.

“What news?”

Chen Feng asked happily.

But Zhong Lei didn’t answer. Her eyes drifted downward.

After asking, Chen Feng also froze in place.

It turned out both of them were only wearing their underclothes.

Zhong Lei slammed the door shut again with a bang, and Chen Feng fled back downstairs as if escaping.

After several minutes, the two people upstairs and downstairs clarified the matter over the phone.

It turned out that just moments ago, an employee from KuGe suddenly called her, saying the supervisor had listened to the DEMO of “Dullness” very carefully and was very satisfied. They decided to offer a B-level contract. She could just go sign it tomorrow.

Aside from special contracts for specific cases, KuGe’s copyright licensing contracts were divided into four levels: A, B, C, and D.

The worst was D-level, the version Zhong Lei and Chen Feng had been dissatisfied with all along, used specifically to brush off complete newcomers.

Slightly better was C-level, which the two of them had been trying to get before.

But they never expected the other party to directly offer B-level. This was the highest-level contract the copyright supervisor could personally sign.

Those who could sign a B-level contract were typically at least second-tier singers.

Although they didn’t know what exactly happened, Zhong Lei was indeed very happy.

Chen Feng also thought this was something worthy of celebration.

After being excited for almost another hour, Chen Feng finally fell asleep.

…

“Private Chen Feng! Step forward!”

Chen Feng’s eyes snapped open.

Once again, he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar scene.

The drill ground, the aircraft, the cloudless sky, the highly technological Bell Tower…

And Ding Hu’s “detestable” square face.

His mind raced. So, without noticing, another month had passed.

I was dreaming again!

No, I’ve returned again!

The countdown began.

Ten, nine, eight… three, two, one.

“Still spacing out? Go run ten laps around the drill ground!”

Just as the countdown ended, Ding Hu came close again, the same ferocious expression, the same roaring tone.

Once again arriving a thousand years in the future, starting as usual with running laps.

Everything was under control.

Chen Feng secretly made up his mind.

Things were probably clear now.

This was the third time. There shouldn’t be any more surprises.

So, every month on the night of the 26th, I would definitely have this dream, definitely come to the future a thousand years later!

It would be the same next month.

The business of copying songs as a porter could continue.

So this time, as the creator of “Dullness”, have I left my name in the future a thousand years later?

What about Zhong Lei?

Is she still here?

Chen Feng wished he could grow wings, finish training quickly, fly back to the dormitory area, and use his Personal Smart Terminal to go online and check the situation.

“I told you to run laps, what are you grinning about? Another ten laps! Twenty laps total!”

Ding Hu’s voice drifted over from afar.

Chen Feng: Damn it!