Chapter 19: The Big Shot

Chapter 19: The Big Shot

He decisively went home first to get his guitar. At this moment, Zhong Lei had just returned.

The two of them chatted briefly.

Zhong Lei seemed to be in low spirits. She originally thought selling songs was a simple matter, but she didn’t expect it to be so difficult when actually trying.

She said, “I can’t meet the executives at KuGe. I can only talk to the junior staff in the copyright department, but their authority is too low. The terms they offer are very harsh.”

Chen Feng asked curiously, “Didn’t they say KuGe’s terms are quite favorable nowadays?”

“That’s only relative. But in others’ eyes, newcomers are still newcomers. Compared to others’ harshness, they are just slightly more flexible. If we don’t fight for it, we’ll still be at a disadvantage.”

Chen Feng nodded. “That’s true.”

“I must find a way to meet the head of their copyright department. Talking to junior staff is pointless.”

Chen Feng thought for a moment. “After all, this is our first song. It’s normal for them to be conservative with their offer. If it really doesn’t work out, we don’t have to force it. Here’s a saying for you.”

“What is it?”

“The me you ignore today will be the me you can’t reach tomorrow. Don’t worry too much about winning or losing one small battle. What’s important is seizing the opportunity to take the first step.”

Zhong Lei chuckled. “If you hadn’t added that last part, you’d owe someone copyright fees.”

“By the way, where are you headed?”

Seeing him carrying his guitar and looking like he was going out, Zhong Lei asked casually.

But as soon as she asked, she immediately realized that what Chen Feng wanted to do was his own business. She was asking too much.

“Going out to find some more inspiration, to write the second song as soon as possible.”

Zhong Lei tilted her head slightly. “I wanted to tell you that you can’t rush creativity, that inspiration can’t be forced. But I seem to have no right to lecture you. You must have your own plans. So, good luck.”

“Mhm, thanks for the good wishes.”

Chen Feng’s reply was very cool, but his face was slightly red as he left.

The second song, “Night Has Grown Deep,” was already written, and it was even your song.

My apologies.

Chen Feng had passed by Shaolin Road countless times, but had never entered a nightclub before.

This place was very new to him.

A small incident happened as he walked through the entrance of Le Mei Bar.

Other customers, seeing him carrying a guitar, thought he was a newly arrived resident singer.

Two female customers very enthusiastically approached him, wanting to exchange phone numbers.

Chen Feng had never encountered such a situation before. He waved his hands repeatedly. “No, no, I’m not a singer.”

“Huh, how cool.”

The girl with brown, wavy hair said.

“Yeah, so humble and low-key. I like your artistic vibe.”

Chen Feng was speechless. He decisively turned and ran.

Teasing laughter followed him from behind.

“Let’s see how you explain yourself when you get on stage.”

He didn’t know which girl shouted that.

Chen Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead.

What’s wrong with the world? Where is your modesty?

To be fair, you couldn’t really blame these two for getting carried away.

His appearance was easy to misunderstand.

For the past month, Chen Feng had been jogging every day. His physique had improved a lot compared to his previously weak self. He now had a very well-proportioned figure.

A good figure, paired with clothes that were slightly above average, a guitar on his back, and a somewhat melancholic gaze—it did give off an air of being a cut above the rest.

Not just the customers, even a staff member at the nightclub mistook Chen Feng.

As soon as Chen Feng entered, he randomly picked a direction, planning to find a place to sit and wait for an opportunity, when a uniformed employee grabbed his shirt.

“Where are you running off to? The performers’ lounge is this way.”

Thinking on his feet, Chen Feng cupped his hands together repeatedly. “Sorry, this is my first time here. I’m not very familiar with the place.”

“That’s why I called you over—I saw you were a new face. It’s just ahead, turn left. I’ll take you there.” The employee smiled. “You must have some solid connections, buddy.”

Chen Feng was puzzled for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“He Jiaqi is holding a fan meeting. A ton of singers wanted to perform here at our venue. That’s He Jiaqi we’re talking about. If someone manages to warm up the crowd and gets a video posted online, they might just blow up. They might even get a spot on some entertainment news together. For a new face like you to be picked by Manager Liu, there’s no way it happened without some… special dealings.”

Chen Feng was stunned, secretly giving him a thumbs up.

What a talent!

This guy is a real sharp one, so good at deduction.

No wonder he was being so friendly. The reason was solid and convincing.

“Haha… hahaha…”

Chen Feng felt that saying just a few more words would give him away, so he awkwardly laughed his way through it.

Fortunately, this clever guy didn’t press for more details. After taking him to the place, he left, saying they should grab a drink together sometime.

Le Mei Bar was very large, and the performers’ lounge was over a hundred square meters.

After entering, Chen Feng didn’t wander around. He sat in a corner, trying to keep a low profile.

People came and went in the lounge, but no one noticed this uninvited guest.

Unnoticed, the time reached seven-thirty. A large, fat man walked in through the door.

Everyone in the lounge greeted him warmly as soon as they saw him.

“Hello, Manager Liu!”

“Brother Liu, when is Sister He arriving?”

Manager Liu, the fat man, waved his hand. “She’s already here. The car is parked outside. Everyone listen up, you have one minute to all get out. Sister He needs to use the lounge.”

“What! Manager Liu! We haven’t changed our clothes yet. Does Sister He need such a big space all alone? Where are we supposed to change?”

Manager Liu spread his hands. “Nothing can be done about it. She’s a big shot. We have to accommodate others, not the other way around. Hurry up, all of you! If you need to change clothes, find a restroom outside. I’m not joking! Quick!”

Chen Feng originally planned to stay here, hoping to find a chance to talk to He Jiaqi’s manager. He didn’t expect to be chased out before even seeing the person.

A group of junior performers immediately left dejectedly, like refugees.

After coming out, Chen Feng turned a corner, placed his guitar at his feet, and stopped right at the entrance to the performers’ lounge.

But he already had a feeling about how tonight would go.

He Jiaqi might not be as famous as Lu Wei, but her entourage was incredibly large.

An artist’s entourage is basically decided by their manager.

It was unlikely Chen Feng would get a chance to speak directly with He Jiaqi. So he could only try to deal with her manager. The chances were slim.

The trouble was, Chen Feng had just stood up Lu Wei once. His face was thin; he felt too embarrassed to ask for her help again now.

Their relationship wasn’t that close yet; they were practically strangers.

Since he had an opportunity today, Chen Feng decided to try by himself first. If it really didn’t work out, he would go find Lu Wei and Zheng Rou.

He waited for less than five minutes. Four bodyguards in black led the way as a large crowd poured in through the bar entrance, looking like a dark mass.

It had to be He Jiaqi and her group.

Manager Liu walked at the front, leading the crowd straight towards the lounge.