Chapter 67: Unintentionally Moving Heaven’s Secrets

Chapter 67: Unintentionally Moving Heaven’s Secrets

Since he wanted to trace everything back to its origin, the source of all changes should have started with the things he did in Hanzhou.

“Early in 2020, the genius music producer Chen Feng wrote six timeless classics in one night at Caiwei Cottage in Hanzhou City, stunning the world and becoming a legendary tale. That same night, guided by her enlightening mentor Chen Feng, Master Zhong Lei’s creative talent erupted, and she composed ‘Baptism of Fire’. From then on, her creative journey became unstoppable, and she eventually became a grandmaster. Throughout her life, Zhong Lei only ever sang two songs written by someone else: ‘Dullness’ and ‘Monotony’, both created by Chen Feng.”

Just the first sentence made Chen Feng grin from ear to ear.

Tsk tsk tsk, look at this.

Genius music producer.

Zhong Lei’s enlightening mentor.

This time, he really hit the jackpot in terms of fame.

I, my friend, am truly immortalized in history.

How embarrassing.

He kept reading.

“History refers to that day as the Day of Musical Miracle. If not for the overwhelming evidence, no one would believe that a person’s creative inspiration could burst forth and allow them to write six classic songs in one go.”

“Rumors say Chen Feng was the first and only person in human history whose instantaneous artistic IQ exceeded three hundred.”

“It is particularly regrettable that after completing the Day of Musical Miracle, Master Chen Feng himself seemed to have exhausted his talent and never created anything again.”

“Historians analyzed that perhaps the inspiration burst of that day used up his lifetime of creativity. Additionally, Master Chen was someone who never settled and had extremely high personal standards. If he wasn’t satisfied with his work, he would rather not create at all. This ultimately resulted in him producing nothing in the latter half of his life.”

Master Chen himself noted that the historians really thought highly of him.

My personal standards really weren’t that high. I simply sold off all the songs I had copied at once, ran out of stock, and hadn’t had time to move more over yet.

“Later, Chen Li established her status as a pop diva relying on three songs purchased from Chen Feng, ranking second only to Zhong Lei and Lu Wei in her era. Ou Junlang, heir to the Ouhe Group, became the contemporary king of folk music thanks to three folk songs Chen Feng created for him. It wasn’t until after he turned forty, following his father’s death, that he returned to the Ouhe Group to take over the enterprise.”

Reading this, Chen Feng began to vaguely understand something.

He continued.

This time, he focused his attention on the company called the Ouhe Group.

He did indeed find a problem.

Ou Guohua, Chairman of the Ouhe Group, originally planned to hand over the enterprise to his only son, who had returned from studying at the Ivy League, before Ou Junlang turned thirty, and then retire behind the scenes.

However, because Ou Junlang’s album, featuring those three folk songs as the main tracks, became a huge hit upon release, he became a top-tier star in the country within just a few months, easily earning over a hundred million a year. He absolutely refused to return to the Ouhe Group. Ou Guohua had also promised him and didn’t want to go back on his word.

After all, Ou Junlang had genuinely made a name for himself in the music industry.

In the end, Ou Guohua had to remain in the position of helmsman at the Ouhe Group for more than ten extra years.

During these ten-plus years, this multi-billion-dollar enterprise developed rapidly, flourishing both in market and research, achieving major breakthroughs one after another, and finally successfully broke through the hundred-billion-dollar barrier, becoming a global leader in materials and manufacturing.

The rapid growth of the Ouhe Group only paused after Ou Junlang succeeded to the position.

Fatty Ou really was top talent. He lived up to his own evaluation of being an Ivy League graduate. Over a few years, he made consecutive blunders, dragging the Ouhe Group, a world-leading giant, back down to being merely a top-three domestic company. He then resigned to take responsibility. The company was handed over to professional managers, which finally stopped the decline. It took another thirty or forty years to gradually recover.

All of this had to thank Ou Guohua for staying in his position those extra years, leaving behind many breakthrough advancements in materials science, allowing the Ouhe Group to have enough old capital to rely on. Otherwise, this huge conglomerate might have gone bankrupt just like the century-old firm Lehman Brothers.

Chen Feng thought he was probably about to solve the case.

It seemed the root of everything lay in Fatty Ou’s nearly two hundred pounds of flesh.

I swindled six million from him, forcibly elevating a not-very-talented person to be the king of folk music, but ended up saving the Ouhe Group. This allowed the Ouhe Group to leave behind many legacies, greatly promoting the progress of materials science.

The progress from this stage, fermented over a millennium, kept snowballing like a sound effects amplifier, continuously expanding its influence, and ultimately created an extra technological revolution for all of humanity.

It must be like this!

Chen Feng was beside himself for a long time.

He amazed himself so much it made his scalp tingle.

Am I… am I really this awesome?

But it could also be said that Fatty Ou was just too useless. Holding him back was equivalent to buying a sliver of hope for the technological revolution.

In the previous timeline he came from, Chen Feng didn’t have such high data access privileges and didn’t see the evolution of the Ouhe Group. But based on the final evolved result of this timeline and his own alteration of Ou Junlang’s fate, he could roughly deduce this conclusion.

Next year, Ou Junlang still didn’t make it in singing and returned to the Ouhe Group on schedule. He messed things up all the way, causing the Ouhe Group to decline rapidly, and causing many innovative scientific research achievements that were in the works but hadn’t fully materialized to be stillborn.

Without the foundation laid by the Ouhe Group’s R&D department in the early 21st Century, humanity’s subsequent technological progress became slow step by step, ultimately leading to materials science only advancing to that extent.

Fatty Ou unwittingly became a sinner for the ages. Thinking about it, he felt quite sad for him.

Chen Feng wondered privately. Fatty Ou only seemed stupid on the surface, but he actually had quite some skill. Logically, he shouldn’t have been so incompetent.

Perhaps it could only be said that fate plays tricks. Ou Junlang’s ambition wasn’t here; he simply shouldn’t have been placed in that wrong position.

Chen Feng rolled his eyes and wanted to dig deeper into the Ouhe Group’s research achievements from back then.

The summary materials said they were several types of metal material synthesis processes and formula combinations.

Back then, the Ouhe Group invested billions to tens of billions in research annually. They succeeded only after burning money for several consecutive years.

If Chen Feng could now “foresee the future” and get the complete formula and process plan directly, wouldn’t that be amazing?

The process plan was a bit difficult. He hadn’t studied it and probably couldn’t remember it, but he could force himself to remember the alloy formula ratios.

“Weiwei, pull up all the major scientific achievement documents of the Ouhe Group from 2020 to 2050.”

He ordered.

“Corporal Chen Feng, your access level is insufficient to view detailed archives related to materials science and energy science.”

Chen Feng said helplessly, “Then what level is needed?”

“Only official staff members of the Xuanwu Research Institute can specifically access research materials related to such projects.”

“What do I need to do to become an employee of the Xuanwu Research Institute? What’s the difference from the Pangu Research Institute?”

Weiwei answered, “Both the Pangu Research Institute and the Xuanwu Research Institute are scientific research units under the Ministry of Science and Technology. The Pangu Research Institute primarily engages in biological and medical research. The Xuanwu Research Institute primarily engages in energy, materials science, and manufacturing research.”

“According to my calculations, Corporal Chen Feng, your IQ is 133.2333. You would need at least ten years, three months, seven days, three hours, five minutes, and forty-two seconds of foundational knowledge study to possibly pass the Xuanwu Research Institute recruitment assessment and become an intern at one of its affiliated institutions.”

“So precise!”

“Yes, it is that precise.”

“Goodbye. Oh, and from now on, call me Master.”

“Okay, Master.”