Chapter 196

The sharp edge is Zhong Lei's fourth heavyweight work after bath fire, self combustion and morning wind.

She didn't feel so proud.

Today's sharp edge is not a finished product, but a coherent melody and relatively rough lyrics in Zhong Lei's view.

She just couldn't restrain her inner excitement and was eager to share as soon as possible before she got Chen Feng's gift. She just wanted to get his simple praise.

Because Zhong Lei knows very well that even if she keeps improving to the extreme, she can only be compared with seven songs such as Yuanwang given to her by Chen Feng.

She dare not be arrogant. After all, how dare the light of rice grains compete with the bright moon.

After going back last night, she first kept remembering the seven songs in her heart. The more she thought about it, the more amazing she was.

The interlocking melodies are exquisite and powerful.

That kind of body in the mortal world, but the heart has a thousand years, trying to shoulder the spirit of human prosperity.

The countless creative ideas hidden in the "seven sword Divine Comedy" and the explosion inspiration of the flying man were not clearly distinguished by her, but they directly skipped the stage of logic, soaked her heart, and ambushed in her heart like a seed.

While the seeds broke through the soil, they stubbornly smashed some hard shells covering the surface of her thinking.

At that time, Zhong Lei's heart was pounding.

In her heart, the surging river was boiling, and her violent emotions needed to be expressed. All kinds of melodies in her mind, such as the tiger out of the gate, finally jumped onto the paper and became the prototype of "sharp edge".

In this song, she vented her admiration for Chen Feng to the extreme and madly praised Chen Feng's extraordinary talents and amazing feelings.

After a long time, Zhong Lei pressed the string, put down the guitar, blushed and asked Chen Feng, "how's it going?"

Chen Feng fell into a long silence.

He has tasted countless songs. After becoming a galactic human, his own thinking is more closely related to the mystery of the universe at the subconscious level. His appreciation ability now deserves the name of master Chen Feng.

He tasted it.

There is an unstoppable spirit in the song, which can make the listener have a strong resonance and have a clearer understanding of their own talents.

It is different from the indiscriminate sweeping of bath fire, self combustion and morning wind.

It is expected that the five minute "sharp edge" will make people who really have talent more confident, more paranoid, and unconsciously produce greater ambition and fighting spirit.

However, mediocre people only nod and sigh when they hear this song.

"Oh, it's a good song."

That's it.

On a certain level, the realm of this song is somewhat selfish and can't help the mediocre much.

But Zhong Lei is not to blame.

Because the object of her song writing is the "God" in her heart.

When she burst into inspiration and creation, she didn't consider mortals at all.

Chen Feng always doesn't make a statement, and Zhong Lei is a little nervous.

Alas, I've worked so hard, but I still can't move him quickly.

You are so strict.

Chen Feng suddenly stretched out his hand and gently stroked her face. "Zhong Lei, thank you for writing me a song. It's very good."

He tried his best to restrain his emotions, which was very effective.

"You're welcome! I'll listen to you when I'm finished!"

Zhong Lei was immediately shy, picked up something and ran out.

Then she turned back and waved her fist. "Although we haven't established a relationship yet, you and Ryan should pay attention to me."

With that, she turned and rushed to the door, almost bumping into one of the two plainclothes female bodyguards patrolling at the door.

Chen Feng smiled and sat back in bed.

He changed his strategy again.

Previously, he had planned to find a way to regularly play the morning breeze for 20 years from 2500 to 2520, and then turn it off.

But the last successful broadcast was due to Frankie, who was born by chance.

How easy is it to turn it off after playing it for 20 years?

Even if he pretends to be a prophet to write a brocade bag, it may not be easy.

If the world is really so obedient, Chen Feng only needs to learn from the failed prophet Nostradamus and write a long prophecy.

Now, Zhong Lei comes up with "sharp edge".

Then you don't have to close the morning breeze.

In the next millennium, there will be people who will see the effect of "sharp edge", especially those top smart people.

These people easily resonate strongly with this song and are inspired by it.

Then, the possibility that history breeds the great leader Chen Feng wants has been raised by one point.

Chen Feng is even more jealous of Zhong Lei.

He worked so hard that he became a galactic human. Only then did he achieve what he is now and dare to say that his journey is the sea of stars.

She's fine.

In this narrow space, in the short two-point line between Mason college and the hotel, and in the short time line of three days and three nights, she once again uses the strings in her hand to radiate for thousands of years.

You're flying!

You want to soar in the universe and ride the dust!

Packed up and walked out of the hotel door, Chen Feng called the two heavily hired bodyguards.

A humble black aunt and a beautiful white girl with fashionable and vigorous figure stood up from the window of the tea restaurant.

The two men looked up at the coffee place and could see the only gate of Mason college.

Chen Feng had planned to stay here until Zhong Lei finished his studies at Mason college, but now he has something to do and has to go back.

Moreover, the harassment of the heavenly king Xilei a few days ago sounded an alarm to Chen Feng. After all, this is not China. It is the legal United States, so be careful to sail for thousands of years.

He first told Zhong leiqian that if he was not here, he should never step out of Mason college.

Although Zhong Lei didn't understand, she agreed.

This is not over. Chen Feng spent a lot of money to invite these two black-and-white double evils with different styles from the top three security companies in the United States.

Why not hire a male bodyguard?

Can the male bodyguard follow up the women's toilet?

"Hello, Mr. Chen."

"Hi, boss."

Chen Feng nodded and said, "you are one of the best bodyguards in the United States. Professionally, I believe in your ability. But I still want to emphasize once again that I am a very harsh perfectionist. I hope you can live up to my $200000 salary per person per month."

"Yes, Mr. Chen."

"No problem, boss. Are you going to the airport? Do you need me to see you off?"

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "As I said, you are only responsible for her safety, which is really perfect. As for my safety? In this world, no one can hurt me, so you don't need to bother."

Then Chen Feng left.

Galactic humans, that's how they expand.

The feeling of invincibility is so ordinary and boring.

Boom!

Then he kicked his finger on the marble threshold outside the hotel gate.

Hiss

This broken threshold is not human!

Seeing Chen Feng bouncing along, the black buddy driver standing at the door of the business car whistled, "Mr. Chen, you're so active."

Chen Feng glared at him angrily and sat in the car. "Shut up, Paul. What about the house that meets my needs?"

This black guy is Paul Powell, the driver who drove Chen Feng here, a part-time real estate agent in Los Angeles and claiming to be the top ten.

"Sorry, Mr. Chen, your requirements are too high. No billionaire wants to sell his real estate recently."

"Well, don't worry. This is my CEO Meng Xiaozhou's phone. You save it and contact him when you have a suitable house."

"OK."

Arrive at the airport and get off.

Ryan is talking with several Chinese in suits outside the airport lobby.

This is why Chen Feng had to return home.

Ryan wants to push forward the China US project that he personally brokered before.

Rollerban is eager to promote China US cooperation.

After escaping from life and death, roller's impression of Chen Feng and China is even better.

Therefore, he made a decision in the hospital, changed the cooperation conditions again, made greater profits, allowed the joint venture built by the two sides in the United States to be controlled by the Chinese side, and agreed not to establish a trade union.

Major changes have taken place in the detailed rules of cooperation between the two sides. As an intermediary, Ryan and relevant domestic principals have to go back to participate in high-level consultations to promote the progress of the project.

Chen Feng thought about the opportunity and just went back to drag Ryan into the upcoming cooperation between himself and ohe group.

Ryan was only glad to be on the same plane with Chen Feng and had more time to communicate, but he didn't expect Chen Feng's abacus to crackle all the time.

After getting on the plane and changing positions with domestic officials, Chen Feng sat next to Ryan.

They talked a lot about the morning breeze project first.

These days, Zhong Lei and Chen Feng have entered the country with each passing day. Ryan is not idle alone in Boston. In addition to completing his own work, he has spent a lot of effort to supplement a lot of knowledge about acoustics, biology and psychology.

Chen Feng is very pleased with this.

Because in the next 50 years, Zhong Lei did not complete the morning breeze completely independently.

In addition to master Chen's beating gongs and drums to boost morale, Ryan's academic support also played a great role in helping eliminate wrong answers.

"Morning breeze" had a similar conversation. Chen Feng pretended to be unintentional and asked, "how many days are you going to stay in Beijing this time?"

Ryan doesn't have to look at the itinerary. "Twenty days. After the mode changes, both sides need to make additional investment, and the factory drawings need to be redrawn. I want to follow up the progress, so I will participate in nine days of work in the Industrial Design Institute of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Then I will participate in some longitudinal research in Applied Physics as a visiting professor at Tsinghua University."

"And then you're going home?"

Ryan nodded. "Yes. Things in Boston need a complete ending."

Chen Feng suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at Ryan with his old silver coins.

"Friend, have you ever heard of room temperature superconducting metal?"

Ryan was stunned. "Why didn't you hear? It's one of my dreams."

Chen Feng nodded in a tone familiar to Ryan.

"Let's go to Hanzhou after working in the capital. I have some ideas, but I'm not mature. When I sort out my ideas, we'll discuss them together."

Ryan was even more confused, "Chen Feng, you..."

"Why, only you, a scientist, are allowed to compose music. I, a musician, are not allowed to come up with some ideas in science?"