Chapter 58: Money is External

Chapter 58: Money is External

Zhong Lei was in such a state that no one seemed able to stop her now.

Lu Wei called a servant over and had the servant take Zhong Lei to the practice room.

Lu Wei even specifically told the servant to bring out her expensive, top-quality Guitar.

As for the Piano, there was no need to prepare it specially, as the practice room already had a top-tier Steinworth worth over a million.

Normally, Lu Wei would have gone for a light workout at this time, then washed up and gone to bed.

But today she couldn’t bear to leave yet, she still wanted to see how many more surprises Chen Feng would give people today.

Up until now, Chen Feng had essentially presented five new songs at her birthday party.

The quality of each song was very solid, each could be called a classic work, each able to withstand the test of time without becoming outdated.

If it were someone else, writing just one of these songs would be enough to live off for a lifetime.

But Chen Feng had brought them all out in one go, as if they were common cabbage.

A listener with poorer discernment might have gradually become numb from being exposed to too many classic works in a short time, and might even think these songs were nothing special.

To digest such a massive amount of information and the charm of classics, ordinary people need to repeatedly savor them, experience forgetting, then remembering again, listening anew, and having new feelings, before they can understand why classics are called classics.

But everyone present today, even Ou Junlang who seemed the least reliable, had actually put in hard work in music.

It was precisely because they understood the field that they felt even more shocked.

Chen Li’s agent immediately called the company’s behind-the-scenes big boss to report and prepare to revise the contract.

Ou Junlang, standing nearby, was green with envy. “Bro, what about mine! What about mine! I’m even calling you bro, give me a hand! I really don’t want to go back and manage the company, I’m not cut out for that, my dad is just blindly messing around.”

Lu Wei laughed. “Young Master Ou, if your father heard you say that, he’d probably hit you with a plank. You did graduate with International Economics and Trade from an Ivy League, and I heard you even got an MBA certificate, right? How could you not be cut out for it?”

Ou Junlang said grumpily, “Let him hit me then. What Ivy League, what MBA, I just used some tricks to get those to make the old man happy. Everyone has their own ambitions. I lived the first half of my life entirely to make others satisfied, can’t I be myself for the second half?”

Chen Feng asked in surprise, “You can even fake an Ivy League certificate?”

Ou Junlang shrugged. “Of course, it’s just a matter of how much money you spend, that’s all.”

Chen Feng expressed that he was convinced; the world of the rich was beyond his understanding.

“Alright, you win.”

“Don’t talk about me yet, talk about the songs. Bro, I’m begging you, make a song for me too!”

Ou Junlang, lacking the dignity befitting a second-generation scion of a wealthy family, clung to Chen Feng’s arm and shook it.

Chen Feng was getting a headache from his wordplay and shaking.

He made up his mind. Since things had already come to this today, he might as well go all out and earn all the money he could.

“Fine! I’ll write for you! I’ll write for you right now!”

He slapped the table and said so.

“Ah? Really? Um… Brother Feng, you haven’t even heard me sing yet. Can you tell what style suits me just by looking at my face?”

What Chen Feng thought was, I don’t care what style you have!

I only have those three songs by Liang Yuan in my head!

His conscience had already stooped this low, so there was no point worrying about integrity.

He smiled kindly. “Saying I can tell by looking at your face is an exaggeration, it’s not that scary. But after hearing you talk so much, the characteristics of your voice have formed a complete framework in my mind, so I can write a song for you.”

Ou Junlang exclaimed, “Is that how it is! Amazing, my bro!”

He Jiaqi, next to them, clicked her tongue. “The difference between speaking and singing is huge! Look at me normally, who would think my best skill is actually rock.”

Chen Feng grinned. “I can only say it’s a feeling. If you ask me what the basis is, I can’t say. Alright, I’ll start preparing to write now. Same old rule, after I write it, Young Master Ou, you listen first, then decide if you want it.”

Chen Feng deliberately didn’t mention the price; Fatty Ou should understand himself.

“I want it! Of course I want it!”

Ou Junlang said resolutely.

This time Chen Feng’s speed was even faster than before. It took less than an hour, and three more songs were finished, with only a simple sing-through.

After writing, Chen Feng looked utterly exhausted, panting heavily and wiping the fine beads of sweat from his forehead in handfuls.

It was really tiring; copying answers for an open-book exam still consumed energy.

Others thought he had overused his brain, feeling both astonished and relieved.

They finally saw his limit; you do get tired, so you’re barely human.

Chen Feng secretly observed everyone’s expressions and reactions. Without asking, he knew it was a sure thing.

The singer Liang Yuan had a very artistic style, and his core representative works were mostly Folk Music.

Liang Yuan didn’t have as many classic songs as Zhong Lei. The three songs Chen Feng carefully selected were, in a sense, not much inferior in quality to Zhong Lei’s representative works.

After all, it was precisely these few Folk Music songs that established Liang Yuan’s top-tier status in the industry a thousand years ago.

“Folk Music? So Folk Music is what suits me best?”

Holding the lyric booklet, Ou Junlang was stunned, somewhat unable to believe it.

Chen Feng nodded. “The specific effect probably won’t be clear until you produce the complete song yourself. You can try humming a bit now. But I’m certain, if you want to make a breakthrough on the path of a singer, Folk Music really suits you best.”

Ou Junlang really tried humming a couple of lines.

It must be said, despite his poor appearance, his singing voice was very magnetic, especially suitable for this artistic style of music.

His desire to be a singer wasn’t just a brainless passion; he had some talent, much more than Chen Feng.

After humming, Ou Junlang, still lacking confidence, asked Lu Wei, “Sister Weiwei, how does it feel?”

Lu Wei, who had been staring blankly at Chen Feng’s face, suddenly snapped back to attention. “Ah! Great! Very good!”

“Really?”

“Absolutely true!”

Actually, Lu Wei thought, she couldn’t really tell if Ou Junlang was truly suited for Folk Music.

Perhaps the fundamental reason was simply that the songs themselves were of such good quality that even a mediocre singer could achieve unexpectedly good results.

But Lu Wei didn’t want to discourage Ou Junlang’s confidence at this moment; she hoped Chen Feng could close this big deal.

“The songs, of course, are impeccable. Teacher Chen, I have to look at you in a new light again.”

Lu Wei, without avoiding familiarity, picked up the booklet, savoring it carefully as she spoke.

She had previously thought Chen Feng could only write songs for women, but after these three songs came out, she felt her judgment was wrong.

The names of these three songs were “Bud in the Heart,” “Lonely Love for the Covered Bridge,” and “Wind-Blown Flowers.”

Just looking at the titles, they might seem a bit girly.

But the lyrics inside and the charm Chen Feng hummed out were not girly at all.

With just a slight framing of the picture in the mind, one could imagine a weathered, deeply affectionate man watching over the perfect goddess in his heart.

Everything seemed harmonious, further proving Chen Feng’s talent.

But Lu Wei couldn’t help but think of Zhong Lei, who was creating in her practice room. Pondering the lyrics carefully, her sharp intuition told her these three songs were Chen Feng’s love letters to Zhong Lei.

In that moment, Lu Wei was bewildered.

Chen Feng, in her eyes, gradually became shrouded in a thick layer of mist, making him incomprehensible.

Heaven have mercy.

Although Chen Feng knew that the older singer Liang Yuan had indeed pursued Zhong Lei across a nine-year age gap after becoming famous, he truly hadn’t figured out that these three peak lifetime works of Liang Yuan were precisely the inspiration sparked by Liang Yuan’s deep feelings—they were love songs for Zhong Lei.

But the other person present, Lu Wei, who also had high achievements, noticed the details.

It could only be said that low artistic taste could really be deadly.

Here, Lu Wei gave Ou Junlang confidence, and indeed he was a genuine rich enthusiast. Young Master Ou immediately declared that he would buy these three songs!

Two million each!

Chen Feng pretended to refuse, but Ou Junlang was firm, and they quickly reached an agreement.

Ou Junlang’s high posture made Chen Li, who was beside him, feel a little awkward.

But Ou Junlang knew how to handle things and explained why he offered double the price.

He summarized it like this, “Sister Chen Li, I don’t mean to compete with you. You don’t know my current situation—I really need these three songs. Brother Feng is saving my life. Half of the price I offered is to thank Brother Feng for saving me!”

And so, Chen Feng, Chen Li, and Ou Junlang signed the contract on the spot, each getting three songs at a fair price, honest and without deception.

However, due to the large amount involved, Chen Li had to wait until the next day for her brokerage company to transfer the money.

Ou Junlang was very straightforward. He took out his phone right away and, with a swipe, the transfer was successful.

Chen Feng looked calm on the surface, but inside his heart was racing at two hundred beats per minute.

Six million was in his hands!

It was unbelievable. If he hadn’t entered this circle and met this extraordinary person, he wouldn’t have known that mobile transfers could involve such large amounts.

He learned something.

Chen Feng’s payment arrived quickly; only a few seconds passed before the SMS notification sounded.

Ou Junlang slapped his forehead. “Oh no!”

Chen Feng was startled. “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot about paying taxes.”

Chen Feng: “Uh…”

“It’s fine. Tomorrow, I’ll have my company’s accountant sign a supplementary contract with you, Brother Feng. I’ll handle the tax withholding. This is the after-tax price!”

Chen Feng remained calm, but inside he just wanted to swallow his tongue.

Strange, why did this Fatty’s round face look more and more pleasing?

By the time they finished these matters, it was already past ten at night.

When asked, Zhong Lei seemed like she wasn’t planning to sleep tonight, stubbornly staying at Caiwei Cottage and refusing to leave.

Lu Wei wouldn’t force her out either, just smiled and assured Chen Feng that she would take good care of her.

Chen Feng was about to take a taxi back when Ou Junlang suddenly popped up behind him. “Master, how could I let you take a taxi! Ride in your disciple’s car! Let’s go!”

In just one night, Ou Junlang’s way of addressing Chen Feng changed from Teacher Chen to Brother Feng, and now it upgraded directly to Master.

Chen Feng felt goosebumps all over. “Don’t make up these weird titles. I’m younger than you!”

Ou Junlang waved his hand grandly. “The capable come first! The worthy take the position! Master, you have skills and saved half my life, so you are my master! Tonight, you must ride in my car!”

After saying that, relying on his large build, he forcefully squeezed Chen Feng into the back seat of the nearby MAGOTAN.

After Chen Feng got in the car, before he could even ask, Ou Junlang turned around from the passenger seat and said pitifully, “Master, don’t look down on my car. I can’t help it—my dad isn’t happy about me singing and won’t let me drive his luxury cars. It really hurts.”

“That’s not the case. What right do I have to look down on it? I don’t even have a car.”

“Master, are you hinting that I should buy you a car?”

“No! Really not!”

The MAGOTAN drove away into the night.

At the street corner, a Toyota Land Cruiser quietly started up and then followed them.

Ou Junlang in the passenger seat tilted his head and looked in the rearview mirror, noticing the Land Cruiser following behind.

A strange, cold smile appeared on his chubby face.

Unfortunately, Chen Feng couldn’t see his face at that moment; otherwise, Chen Feng would have thought that this Fatty wasn’t as foolish and dull as he seemed earlier—he had quite a few tricks up his sleeve.