Chapter 10 Not Good Enough

It was a woman wearing a blue dress, about 1.7 meters tall, very tall, with fair skin and a high nose.

Her facial features are very three-dimensional, her eyes are clear, and her temperament is very unique. She looks like an official lady who came out of ancient lady paintings.

Manager Zheng Rou immediately turned around and whispered: "Weiwei, why are you out? Come in quickly. You don't have to worry about this little thing."

Chen Feng suddenly realized that this must be Lu Wei.

Sure enough, as rumored, she followed the path of an otherworldly fairy.

She seemed very approachable, and her expression was not arrogant, but Chen Feng always felt that there was a coldness in the way she looked at people.

Lu Wei did not follow Zheng Rou's suggestion and leave, but walked forward quickly, raised her head slightly and looked directly at Chen Feng, "The entire music industry knows how picky I am, you are the first creative artist who dares to come to my company to sell songs. Man. You’re interesting.”

Chen Feng was very embarrassed.

Terrible lines, so mediocre.

It gives people the illusion of a domineering president in a low-quality idol drama.

He dared to come simply because there was no place to go anywhere else.

He really didn't know that Lu Wei didn't accept songs from the public, otherwise he wouldn't come.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Lu Wei put her hands behind her back and walked back, "I'll give you five minutes."

Looking at her back, Chen Feng took a deep breath.

The opportunity has been placed in front of you, whether you can seize it or not is a matter of one fell swoop.

He quickly followed, and Zheng Rou, who was next to him, also ducked beside him, as if to keep an eye on him, as if to guard against a thief.

In a simple recording studio with excellent sound insulation, Chen Feng gently strummed the strings of his guitar and sang softly.

Compared to those with good voices that God rewards, Chen Feng's voice sounds mediocre. If it weren't for a lot of practice, there would be problems with his pitch.

In short, Chen Feng sang very mediocrely, and Lu Wei just listened quietly, while Zheng Rou had a playful smile on her face from time to time.

After singing the first half, Chen Feng stopped before the chorus began.

Lu Wei slowly opened her eyes, with no ups and downs in her expression.

"Mr. Chen, are you sure this is a song you wrote yourself?"

Instead of commenting on the song, she suddenly asked a question.

Chen Feng was slightly shocked, but his face remained calm and composed, "Yes."

Lu Wei nodded slightly, her eyes slowly becoming meaningful.

Chen Feng looked at her and felt weak, not very confident.

He even began to doubt himself. When Zhong Lei wrote "Boring", could he have communicated with Lu Wei in advance and in turn drew inspiration from Lu Wei. Was the benchmark melody given by Lu Wei?

Are you throwing yourself into a trap?

"The style of this song is very novel, and the lyrics are also very interesting. It's a pretty good song."

Lu Wei finally spoke.

Chen Feng's heart, which had just been hanging high, slowly dropped, "Thank you for the compliment."

"But it's not amazing enough, it's not enough to make my eyes shine. In addition, your playing and singing skills are also far behind, which is probably the reason why I wasn't further impressed. In short, it's good, but it's not Not good enough. So, sorry."

Lu Wei is really good at talking. Compared with Zhong Lei, she is completely on the other extreme. Her speech is impeccable, and even if she refuses, it will not make people feel disgusted at all.

Chen Feng said helplessly: "Okay, then I'm really disturbing you today."

He didn't understand how the debut work that could establish Zhong Lei's status as a hundred people in the world a thousand years ago was not good enough for Lu Wei.

Although this is only Zhong Lei's early work, it doesn't mean that people won't want to listen to it, right?

"Mr. Chen, don't be sad. In fact, there are two reasons why I rejected this song. First, as Sister Rou said just now, I basically only sing my own songs now. So you want me to buy other people's songs. Then this The song must be so good that my eyes light up and my heart beats faster. Secondly, this song is a bit cynical and has a relatively dark emotional background, which is somewhat inconsistent with my usual music style."

Chen Feng felt better now, "I understand."

"In this way, even though I won't buy it myself, if I have a friend in the industry who releases a new album and wants to include songs. If I think the style is suitable, I will recommend your song."

After saying that, Lu Wei turned away and yawned, seeming a little sleepy.

Zheng Rou, who had been standing by the side, immediately stepped forward and said, "Weiwei, you didn't sleep well last night, so you should go have a meal and rest early."

Lu Wei responded and looked at Chen Feng, "I'm sorry, that's it for now. Please leave a phone number for Sister Rou. If there is a chance, Sister Rou will contact you."

Chen Feng nodded and cupped his hands, "Thank you, I'll go first."

He quickly packed up his guitar, turned around and left.

After the people walked away, it was estimated that it was time to get off the elevator. Lu Wei, who was still sleepy before, regained her energy, holding her stomach and laughing.

Zheng Rou was puzzled, "What's wrong? Weiwei, why are you laughing?"

"I really didn't see it. This person named Chen Feng looks like a man, but he still has a little girl in his heart."

Lu Wei said and laughed.

Zheng Rou wondered: "Why do you say that?"

"There is a saying that words are like the person they are. In fact, this sentence is more appropriate when applied to music creation. Every song, especially a music creator who writes lyrics, composes and composes, his work is almost a true reflection of his heart. The essence of songwriting is Expand your inner world and spread it through music. For a creator, the greatest achievement is not fame, but gaining more resonance with your inner world."

"You think this song was written by a woman, so you just asked him if he did it himself?" Zheng Rou asked.

Lu Wei nodded, "Yes."

Zheng Rou: "But it sounds pretty grand to me. The works of some female composers are also pretty grand."

Lu Wei smiled, "Sister Rou, there are specialties in the art. I can't explain it to you clearly. This is an indescribable sense of smell."

Zheng Rou smiled bitterly and shook her head, "Forget it, let me be your manager anyway. These are not my majors, so it's okay if I don't understand them. But speaking of it, Chen Feng is quite interesting."

"Well, so I meant what I said just now. We can't fool her. I'll help him pay more attention later."

"Why should you help him?"

"I don't know, it's just rare to see someone with such clear eyes without any distracting thoughts. It's quite interesting. And Sister Rou, didn't you hear what he said? He has never studied music before, and he taught himself everything. He can learn to write by himself Someone who produces such a song shows that he has strong creative talent. Maybe he will give me a big surprise in the future?"

"Right."

Chen Feng did not know about the conversation between the two people upstairs.

He regarded Lu Wei's introduction as a courtesy and had no hope.

If Lu Wei really valued herself, she should have asked for her contact information in person, or at least added WeChat or something to each other, instead of just asking Zheng Rou to leave a number.

He had seen this kind of worldliness so often that he was so used to it that he became numb.

He opened the book again and drew the last horizontal line on the name of Luwei Studio.

He has tried almost all reliable music companies and studios in Hanzhou.

The whole army was destroyed.

Chen Feng looked at the upcoming schedule of Ke Lai Apartment Company. It was almost the end of the year, and many landlords and tenants' contracts would expire, so he was very busy.

His heart ached.

It was impossible for him to resign for these two songs and travel around selling songs.

Although I am living in poverty now, I still have a stable formal job.

With just two songs, I dropped everything and embarked on the road of selling songs. Who knows what the future will bring.

What if you still can’t sell it in a year and a half?

Waiting to die?

Let's just live like this for now, and then look back and see if there is a suitable opportunity.