Chapter 100

Lu Wei said with a smile, "then I'll wait for good news."

She is very happy.

Different from the opportunity to make an appointment with Chen Feng many times in the past, Lu Wei sincerely looks forward to it this time.

After that miraculous night, she had a deeper understanding of Chen Feng's ability.

She has always been very confident in her appreciation. Moreover, in recent days, deep night and boring have set off a storm in the whole Chinese music world.

There are even media that watch the excitement and compare Zhong Lei with her.

Of course, the industry generally believes that Zhong Lei is not ready at present, because Zhong Lei sings songs written by "others".

But Luwei knew that when Zhong Lei took out the next "bath fire", and superimposed her achievements in independent lyrics, she was afraid that she would catch up with her in popularity.

Lu Wei is not jealous of Zhong Lei, but she doesn't admit defeat in her heart.

She doesn't think her performance is worse than Zhong Lei.

She is very confident.

In the past, she refused to buy other people's songs. It was not that she had a mental cleanliness habit and was only willing to sing her own songs, but that other people's mediocre works were difficult to impress her.

"Ou Shao, do you have a recording studio here?"

Chen Feng turned around and asked.

Ou Junlang replied, "yes, what's the matter?"

Chen Feng then turned to Lu Wei, "it's better to hit the sun than choose a day. Sister Wei, let's go now. I'll play and sing for you first."

"Ah? It's already written? It's just written again?"

Chen Feng shook his head quickly. "No, I'm a little idle these days. I wrote it with itching hands."

"Your output is too high! Chen Feng, I didn't say you. Although you have the ability, you can't consume your inspiration like this. You always have only output and don't pay attention to absorption. Moreover, the quality of your works will decline."

An hour later, Luwei fled, leaving only such a sentence.

"I'll sell the single first. The copyright of the single will be bought out for five years at a cost of two million. The subsequent electronic copyright will be divided into me and you. In addition, this song will be included in the next new album. You can't charge any more money."

Ou Junlang swallowed his mouth. "It's terrible. Sister Weiwei gave me this condition, which is higher than me!"

There is not only a buy-out fee of 2 million, but also a follow-up copyright income of 50-50%.

Obviously, Lu Wei only cares about making music and has no interest in money. She refuses to take advantage of Chen Feng's advantage.

"Good, this is my next standard charge. Ou Shao, I'll tell you a plan..."

About half an hour later, Chen Feng made his words clear.

After digesting for a while, ou Junlang said: "Shifu, what do you mean? You set up a company called Xingfeng, and I took 20 million yuan to join your company to hold 10%. At the same time, my artist agent was transferred to Xingfeng. As an individual artist, I was about 50-50 split with the company. Then I tried to put up the overall framework of Xingfeng. Shifu, you don't care about things at ordinary times, just write songs, and all my songs in the future The song is also wrapped up by master you, right? "

Chen Feng nodded, "yes."

He was worried that Ou Junlang wouldn't agree. After all, the proportion of Ou Junlang's shares was too low in his opinion.

"Good!"

Ou Junlang nodded cleanly, "it's not me. I feel that when my new album comes out, I will definitely become popular overnight. The annual income of domestic front-line singers can easily exceed 50 million. Even if I don't inherit my father's money, I can make a billionaire myself!"

Chen Feng was hurt by 10000 points and forced to calm down: "well said!"

"In fact, I have received seven or eight songs before. Plus the three songs you gave me, master, it's just enough for an album. Just wait and see a good play!"

Chen Feng grinned and patted ou Junlang on the shoulder. "I like your taste of blind self-confidence. Bring me all the songs you received before."

Another hour later, Chen Feng put down the Olympic headphones.

"Master, how are you?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or the lie?"

"The truth, of course."

"If you sing these seven pieces of shit, you're finished."

"There is a song written by sister Weiwei."

"Generally speaking, these songs are pretty good. It's no problem to give them to some second and third tier singers as career representative works. But you ou Junlang is a person who has a pursuit. The success of your first album has laid the foundation for how high you can achieve in your life. If you can't make a good start, you have to get twice the effort if you want to climb up again in the future. Therefore, you must firmly remember three words "In the future, when you make music, you must 'not make do with it'. You'd rather not sing than make up the numbers."

Ou Junlang was completely persuaded by him, "listen to master. I'll take a long-term view and don't rush to produce an album."

Chen Feng shook his head and took a notebook from his back and photographed it in front of Ou Junlang. "It's for you. Now you're an artist of our company. The copyright of your songs is the company's assets, so I won't charge you the copyright fee."

"What is this?"

"I'll practice the seven new songs I wrote for you. I'll practice them in three days. I'll check them then."

“WTF！”

Ou Junlang's mentality collapsed.

Anyway, it's shocking enough. Chen Feng doesn't intend to keep a low profile in front of others.

He had a showdown. I'm a genius.

He wantonly wielded his "talent" and stood still regardless of how others worshipped him.

After severely suppressing ou Junlang, Chen Feng put his hands in his pockets and walked away.

Later in the afternoon, they registered the company at a very fast speed, and then Chen Fengzhen became the shopkeeper.

Ou Junlang stopped talking several times.

He really wanted to talk to his cheap master about these seven songs.

It's terrible! It's only a few days. How did you write it!

Are you still human!

Unfortunately, Chen Feng seems to have no interest in talking and is too calm.

I can't blame him for pretending that.

He was also embarrassed.

The seven songs given to ou Junlang are still those of Liang Yuan, a folk singer who has made great achievements in a certain timeline.

That is the Lord who once chased Zhong Lei.

Chen Feng emptied a total of ten representative works that people have worked hard to create all their life. It's almost like bandits don't stay in the village.

He was so cruel that he was a little embarrassed and had a hard conscience. He didn't calm down until he counted the money for a long time after he came home.

Brother Liang Yuan, don't blame me for being ruthless. It's all for the rise of mankind.

Three days later, Chen Feng accepted ou Junlang's singing practice.

Although the fat man's creative talent is equal to zero, and his appearance is not on the camera at all, the wonderful thing is that his voice line is really a little Kung Fu, his sense of music is great, and he learns songs very quickly.

Although the version he deduced is slightly different from the original version of Liang Yuan, it is still within the tolerable range.

"Yes, I'll practice for two more days, and then I'll officially start recording. Now Xingfeng entertainment is still a bag company and has nothing. For the time being, I'll borrow your ready-made resources. You can build the venue as soon as possible later."

Ou Junlang nodded, but he wanted to stop talking.

"Is there any difficulty? The start-up capital of Xingfeng entertainment is not enough?"

Chen Feng asked.

Ou Junlang shook his head. "It's not. There's no problem with the money. I have enough here."

"Is there a problem with people?"

"Well, it's easy to find grass-roots employees. Many people here are willing to change their environment. But it's hard for professional managers to help take control of the overall situation. After all, we both want to be shopkeepers, so this person must be capable and trustworthy. My father is not willing to give me his executives. Besides, the industry is not right, and it's not appropriate for me to force them. No Do it. "

Chen Feng thought for a while, but his name came out of his mind, "I have a candidate."

"Who?"

"Meng Xiaozhou."

"He? No? Others are going to be executives of listed companies. Will they come to the little temple we just built?"

Chen Feng asked, "do you have no confidence in your ability or my creative talent? Xingfeng is a small temple now, and it will be the big Leiyin Temple next year!"

The fat man thought so deeply, "that's right."

Chen Feng has full confidence in the success of poaching.

Because Meng Xiaozhou owes others, he is impatient to pay it back.

Chen Feng doesn't want Meng Xiaozhou's money. At the same time, the salary that should be given to others can't be less. Refer to the market standards.

When Chen Feng puts forward the conditions at that time, he will make it clear that if you really want to repay my favor, come and help me.

Money doesn't matter. I don't want money.

The important thing is you, I want to.