Two Million One Song.

What is that concept?

Chen Feng was simply unheard of.

For a stable music creator, unless he encounters a bottleneck period when his inspiration is exhausted, the general creative cycle is to produce an average of two songs per month.

Then you can earn 4 million every month, which is 48 million a year.

Rounded up, it equals 100 million!

By this time, Chen Feng had a deeper understanding of Lu Wei's good intentions in introducing Ou Junlang to him.

This guy is not as stupid as ordinary people.

Chen Feng's eyes changed when he looked at Ou Junlang.

He felt that he would be even more stupid than the other party if he let him go.

Anyway, Ou Junlang is not short of money. To him, two million and one million are nothing more than the equivalent of two hundred and one hundred yuan for ordinary people. They are neither painful nor itchy.

As long as you sell the song to him, even if you give him enough face and help him pursue his dream, the favor is still sold.

This wave is very stable.

At this moment, Chen Feng's phone rang, and it turned out to be Chen Li who was talking to him about buying songs.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng said that we would discuss the matter later, and I would go up to discuss it with Chen Li first.

Ou Junlang immediately quit and insisted on following him upstairs.

As he walked, he kept pestering Chen Feng, "Teacher Chen, please don't be like this. I'll come first, and you write for me first."

Chen Feng said ruthlessly: "That's really embarrassing. It must be Chen Lixian. We agreed last month."

"That's it. That's a pity." Ou Junlang scratched his head, "Then can I jump in line if I pay more?"

Chen Feng's feet slipped and he almost fell.

He made a serious face and said, "No."

"Okay." Ou Junlang said in a disappointed tone.

When they got to the second floor, Chen Li and her agent had already prepared the contract and were waiting for it.

Others are there too.

There was not a strong business atmosphere in the room, and it was very easy-going. After all, we were all friends.

"Teacher Chen, are you here?"

Chen Li's agent greeted him warmly, "Sit over here."

Chen Feng sat down next to Chen Li, "You're welcome."

"Um...Teacher Chen, you are so unkind." Chen Li smiled and gently poked Chen Feng's shoulder.

This is the most intimate expression she has shown to others. She really can't be as unrestrained as those young girls.

Chen Feng was more accustomed to her attitude, "Sister Chen Li, I don't understand what you are saying. Why don't you tell me where I am not kind?"

Chen Li snorted softly, "Obviously I was the first person to buy your songs, but you have already given three of them to others. I haven't even got one. Even if the price I gave you at the beginning was low, then you

Also give me a chance to add money!"

Chen Feng was really embarrassed by what she said and accused her repeatedly.

"Actually, I really didn't think too much about it at the time. Price was not the main factor I considered. My main criterion for selling songs is whether they are suitable or not. These three are not tailor-made for you, and they are not particularly suitable. Look at this.

Just came to find you?"

Only then did Chen Li let him go.

"Well, since your apology is quite sincere, I will forget about the past. You can't let me go this time. The contract is here, you sign it quickly. Your next song,

You must give it to me. I won’t take advantage of you in terms of price, one million! How about it?”

Chen Li showed his sincerity straight to the point.

Despite her arrogant tone, she was still slightly nervous and paying attention to Chen Feng's attitude.

This price is the highest authority the company gives her to collect songs. If it is higher, it will not be up to her.

Little did he know that Chen Feng was paying attention to Ou Junlang's reaction next to him.

This man just said that he wanted to collect the songs at double the price, and suddenly he heard that it was as high as one million, so he came up with two million, and he didn't know how he would react.

Ou Junlang looked as usual, very calm.

Chen Feng was secretly happy.

Mr. Ou is worthy of being Mr. Ou. As expected, he has absolutely no idea whether one million or two million!

"Teacher Chen, please show your attitude."

Seeing that he remained silent, Chen Li urged nervously.

"Oh oh oh! I was just recalling your masterpieces, Sister Chen Li, and analyzing your style."

Chen Feng opened his eyes and started telling lies.

"Really? Do you have an idea?"

Now not only Chen Li, but also several others were also intrigued.

Chen Feng thought that if he was going to sell three songs at a time later, he might as well be more unrestrained.

Anyway, today I am already extremely arrogant, so there is no need to deliberately keep a low profile.

"Well, I feel something."

"This is great!"

Chen Li clapped his hands and exclaimed.

It's better to choose the day than to hit it. Chen Feng took a deep breath and pretended to be bursting with inspiration. "Please bring me a pen and paper. I will write the first poem for you first."

"The first one?"

"Yes! My inspiration is quite strong at the moment, and I can probably write three songs in one breath. It's just right. I also apologize for not selling the first three songs to you. You can pick them out when the time comes. If you like them all, then

I’ll sell them all to you. If you don’t want any, I’ll think about it and sell it to someone else.”

Everyone said in unison, surprised, "Three songs?"

Chen Feng's expression looked very serious, "Yes, three songs."

Even Zhong Lei, who knew his talent very well, was not sure whether he was joking at this time.

Writing songs is not writing a composition. The inspiration that can be easily picked up can often only be a certain melody.

For a complete song, the rhythm and lyrics need to echo back and forth, and almost no one can do it overnight.

Even if you can manage to do it in a sudden burst of inspiration, you still have to fine-tune every word and every sentence afterwards.

When there is no tuning, the song is finally complete.

Perhaps throughout the ages, only the kind of master-level figures who are truly accomplished masters can first complete the entire work in their minds and then write it down.

But this skill only looks simple, and no one can tell how much accumulation and hard work is behind it.

Although Chen Feng is talented, the fact that he opens his mouth to sing three songs at once is too shocking.

Everyone didn't believe it and couldn't deny him.

Chen Feng was too lazy to explain to everyone. When he got paper and pen, he began to write quickly at his desk.

Lines of writing poured out like water on the simple notebook.

There is almost no pause in his writing, and there seems to be no thinking process at all.

Several heads were leaning against his back, faces touching faces, eyelids touching eyelids.

No one dared to speak out, they only dared to read the lyrics silently in their hearts.

After the first six lines of lyrics came out, everyone was just shocked.

It's extremely smooth, the rhythm is extremely beautiful, the rhythm and emotion are infinitely perfect, and it speaks volumes.

This is indeed a pop song that perfectly fits Chen Li’s style!

Not only Chen Li felt this way, but Zhong Lei and Lu Wei also fell in love with these lyrics at first sight.

Everyone looked at Chen Feng, who had no expression on his face and focused his eyes on writing. They no longer knew what words to use to describe their feelings.

Ten minutes later, Chen Feng was beaten.

"It's finished."

Chen Li's mouth was only three inches away from Chen Feng's ear, and she had completely forgotten the principle of men and women not being intimate.

She asked: "What about composing music?"

Chen Feng said casually: "I have also thought about the complete score. But time is tight, so I will briefly sing a cappella for you first. You should decide whether you like it after listening to it, and we will talk about the score later. After all, you have to seize the time and take advantage of the inspiration.
To be continued...