I Really Didn't Want to Be the Savior

Chapter 9

He took three or four half days off in the company and went to the cultural and creative industrial park to talk with each company.

Unfortunately, he always runs into a wall everywhere.

Others didn't give him the chance to play the guitar at all. They just asked him if he was born in Keban and studied music. Have there been any representative works before.

Chen Feng didn't want to lie. He honestly admitted that he didn't study music or representative works, and then he didn't.

Chen Feng can't help it. It can't be fake, it can't be fake.

He really doesn't have any education and experience related to art and sports, and it's useless to lie, and he thinks what he did in the past has nothing to do with the songs he wants to sell.

I want to sell you songs, not me. What did I do before?

What does it matter if I have any works before?

Does everyone have a masterpiece before writing their first song?

Don't you ignore the creators who haven't produced works?

Where do I get a work first?

Are people in circles so crazy and xenophobic?

But he knows that complaining is useless. Maybe this is the reality.

Face the reality, accept the reality, and then overcome the reality. Everyone has to experience this.

……

Five minutes later.

"Mr. Chen, I'm really sorry. I know you have songs to sell, but the director is really busy. We're on a business trip recently, and we don't know anything about appreciation, so... Please go out."

The little sister at the front desk of this music production studio smiled very sweet and spoke very appropriately, but she just didn't let him in.

"No, there's always someone who receives songs when your director is away. I'm not demanding. Is it so difficult to listen to me play once?"

At this time, a middle-aged woman came by, looking like a small head, "Sir, our company has an email for receiving manuscripts. If you are confident in your works, you can record a small sample and send it to us. We will have a special person to review the manuscripts regularly."

Chen Feng has no choice.

He hasn't sold songs before and doesn't understand the market.

First of all, with his singing skills, the quality of the recorded samples must not be very good.

Secondly, his songs come from a wrong way. There are only two of them. In case they are foolishly handed over and copied and adapted, who will he talk to?

"Well, I'll go first."

Seeing that things could not be discussed, Chen Feng no longer entangled himself. He turned and took the elevator downstairs.

As soon as others entered the elevator, the little sister at the front desk and the middle-aged woman smiled.

The front desk joked, "really, now there are more and more people who don't know the so-called."

The middle-aged woman nodded, "I feel like I'm engaged in art when I carry a guitar. In fact, I don't even have basic common sense. What's the first time this month?"

The front desk looked down and turned over the book. It was full of words, "the 16th one. I really think these people are like folk scientists."

"Poof!" the middle-aged woman nodded and thumbed up, "that's right. The description is very appropriate. He really thinks we don't know the goods. The Yangtze River guitar on his back is obviously a low-end product of two or three hundred. I can't believe someone will use this kind of guitar these days. What song can he write?"

The girl at the front desk nodded, "yes. I remember brother Liu's flute seems to be more than 80000? It's really expensive."

Middle aged woman: "there's no way. You can't make a good voice without good things."

Downstairs, Chen Feng reluctantly looked back at the building.

Then he shook his head, took out his notebook and drew a horizontal bar on the name of a company on it.

He had written the names of more than a dozen companies in the book, but now there is only the last one left.

The company, called reed studio, is small in scale, but its business scope includes artist brokerage, music production, album release and other fields.

As a small company, it is Lu Wei, the only artist in reed studio, who is the popular female singer in China, who can do so.

Chen Feng didn't want to come to this company.

Lu Wei made her debut very early. Although she is young and just 20 years old, she is already very popular.

In fact, Chen Feng may know more about himself than Lu Wei. Lu Wei has been mentioned many times in the biographies of Zhong Lei in later generations.

For a long time, Lu Wei had a good relationship with Zhong Lei, but later, perhaps because she became famous too early, or because she was dragged down by her too good family background, she lost some experience. She lost her talent too early, and finally fell out of the team. She was only popular for 20 or 30 years. She didn't become a family, but became a foil for Zhong Lei.

But now Lu Wei is not only younger, but also red to purple. She can even carry a company alone.

Chen Feng also knows from her future biographies that her background is extraordinary and frighteningly deep. Any elder in the family takes it out as a sensitive word.

Because of the unpleasant experience of dealing with Zhong Lei, Chen Feng subconsciously thinks Lu Wei is more difficult to deal with.

So he had no hope for the company at all.

But now he had no choice. Chen Feng turned around and went to another building and went straight to the reed studio.

The office location of reed studio doesn't look elegant, and there is not even a front desk at the door.

Chen Feng put his head in and a young woman came right up with a folder in her arms.

She looked at Chen Feng and the guitar bag behind him.

"Hello, sir. May I help you?"

The other party was very polite, which was expected by Chen Feng. After all, although he was not very handsome, he also had an honest face that was very reliable at first sight. It might be worth looking at more.

Chen Feng smiled. "I want to talk to the person in charge of your company. I have a song here that I want to sell to your company."

The woman was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

"You want to sell songs?" then a plump woman with long hair came by.

She was dressed in a tight little suit and wrapped her figure into a slim finish.

The woman who talked to Chen Feng earlier quickly turned her head and bowed and said, "Hello, sister rou."

Sister Rou waved her hand. "You're busy. Go ahead and leave it to me."

The woman quickly walked away with her head down.

Sister Rou turned to Chen Feng with her chest in her hands and a slightly teasing smile on her face. "Hello, sir. I'm Zheng Rou, Lu Wei's agent and general manager of the company. Please say it again. Are you coming to sell songs?"

As she said that, her eyes still fluttered to the guitar bag behind Chen Feng. When she saw the word "Yangtze River", her mouth also drew a meaningful arc.

By this time, Chen Feng already knows the answer.

He really wants to turn around and leave, but since the other party hasn't driven anyone, let's say more.

Maybe... Is it?

Chen Feng nodded, "yes, this is my painstaking work. I have great confidence in this song."

Zheng Rou suddenly smiled, "didn't you know before? Our reed studio never receives songs. Lu Wei never sings other people's songs. She writes all her songs herself. Thank you."

Chen Feng was stunned, "ah? Is that so?"