He is still a self-employed person working alone, so he can only do one-time business such as selling songs, and cannot do any additional copyright derivative development.

He neither has the energy nor the ability or patience to go around talking to people about business. He doesn’t understand, and he may not be able to negotiate well.

But as long as a mature and stable team can be built and developed around the copyrights of the songs that Chen Feng has sold now, as well as the copyrights of the dozen or so songs that he got back this time during his free time, the company can already get off the ground.

Here comes the snowball.

And in the future, he will continue to improve the efficiency of transportation, and the output will become larger and larger. On the premise of ensuring the artistic careers of Zhong Lei and Ou Junlang, he will definitely have to produce more works and cash them out in large quantities.

But once he starts to produce more, and his output is stronger than that of a sow, it is impossible to sell songs in person every time, and he will be completely overwhelmed.

Therefore, the company must have a team, but he has no intention of management, so he must recruit people to join the team and let others work as coolies, contributing effort and money, while he can only focus on "creation".

For every entrepreneur, the importance of partners is self-evident.

Partners must be trustworthy, have connections, be capable, and most importantly, have money.

Regardless of Fatty Ou's ability, Chen Feng was satisfied with the other three aspects.

But Ou Junlang has just taken over Zhou A's industry. Now his personal industry is very large and is still being consolidated, so it is not suitable for him to join Ou Junlang's industry.

Chen Feng has neither the position nor the capital to occupy a large share of Ou Junlang's mature industries.

But Chen Feng had told Zhong Lei in the past that his brothers also wanted to settle accounts, and he couldn't afford to suffer.

He is a hard-working porter and has exclusive resources. He is asked to become a small shareholder in Ou Junlang's industry and work for others. This is not only controlled by others, but he is not happy emotionally.

If he cannot take the initiative, it will not be conducive for him to use his ability of "predicting the unknown" to control the overall situation in the future.

Chen Feng didn't want Ou Junlang's agency contract either, that would be meaningless, and he didn't know how to run a successful agency.

Moreover, he wanted to support Albert Ou, but he could not let himself suffer a loss, and he had to continue to accumulate original funds, so when the time came, the copyrights of all the songs sung by Albert Ou would have to be in the hands of his own company.

Therefore, the best way is for him to register a company first, expand the business scope, the wider the better, and then let Ou Junlang invest in it as a medium-sized shareholder, and then let Fatty Ou contribute money, and then let him

Arrange people to do the work.

It is a perfect cooperation strategy to provide resources that cannot be copied, and for Fatty Ou to follow along and provide other resources that can be copied but that he is relatively lacking.

After chatting with Ou Junlang, he could sort out his thoughts by himself. Chen Feng felt free and contented himself with continuing to write songs.

Not long after, his phone rang again. When he saw the name on the caller ID, his finger holding the pen trembled slightly.

"What's the matter? Why don't you go to bed so late?"

"It's only ten o'clock, why is it late?"

Zhong Lei on the other side said angrily.

Chen Feng sighed, "Yes, I almost forgot that you used to go to bed in the morning. But this time you will learn from it. Meng Wanyue's sudden shock was due to excessive fatigue."

"Okay, I understand, I will take care of myself. By the way, you lost more than five million this time, right?"

As soon as Zhong Lei mentioned this, Chen Feng felt a little pained. He still dared not read the bank's deduction text message, just because he wanted to be out of sight but out of mind.

Working hard as a porter, shamelessly plagiarizing against one's conscience, giving up one's moral integrity, giving up one's character, giving up one's face, and managing to save tens of thousands, only to have them halved in the blink of an eye. Who can feel better?

"You don't have to open the pot or pick up the pot. I figured it out, money, you can't take it with you in life or death. I'm not sad."

Zhong Lei laughed so hard on the opposite side, "Don't say that last sentence in a crying tone and I will believe you."

"I didn't cry!"

"Your voice is shaking! I can hear it!"

"Okay, forget it. Anyway, if you don't get rid of the old stuff, you won't get the new ones, so I'll just make more money. I'll copy more...write more of your songs, and we'll earn back."

"Well, I will pay you back."

"no, I'm fine."

"I will definitely pay it back! You don't have to say anything about this."

"Uh, okay."

"Chen Feng, thank you."

"Okay, you said it n times today, go to bed."

"OK."

hang up the phone.

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhong Lei sighed.

Some things have changed, and some things have not changed.

Although Zhong Lei advocates celibacy, she is engaged in art, and her heart is far sharper than ordinary people.

How could she not realize that when Chen Feng was trying to deal with Meng Wanyue, he kept a distant distance.

But the strange thing is that she is not sad, but takes it for granted.

She doesn't blame Chen Feng either.

She knew this was what he was like.

Bang bang bang.

Chen Feng is destined to be unable to stop tonight.

Someone knocked on the door again.

When he opened the door and took a look, Chen Feng asked in surprise: "What's the matter with Mr. Meng?"

Meng Xiaozhou seemed a little embarrassed, and subconsciously raised his gold-rimmed glasses, "Thank you again, Mr. Chen, for saving my sister's life. This time you compensated over five million, and I will find a way to pay you back."

Chen Feng waved his hand, "No, really no need."

Unexpectedly, Meng Xiaozhou also said that he would pay back the money, but Chen Feng really deserved the money.

Only he knew that if Zhong Lei hadn't been in the car, Meng Wanyue would have definitely died.

He won't save me.

He knew that his thoughts were a bit cruel, and he also knew that if he saw Zhong Lei feeling sad after losing his friend, or if he saw Meng Wanyue's family, he would definitely blame himself.

But when he decided to take up the responsibility of saving mankind, it was already destined that he would also have to take on more pain and suffering.

He asked himself whether he could bear this level of self-blame.

"I have to. In addition to these five million, I will give you another five million, Mr. Chen. However, I have already spent a lot of money from my family studying abroad. It will take me about one to two years to get this money together."

.”

Meng Xiaozhou insisted.

Chen Feng's head was as big as a bucket, "Don't do this."

"I have only one more unkind favor."

"What?"

"If Mr. Chen doesn't have that feeling for his roommate, he'd better try...to reject her more simply."

"ah?"

"What Wanyue said at the dinner table today was actually a bit presumptuous. But as a brother, I can see that she is anxious to bring Mr. Chen and Miss Zhong Lei together, but she actually wants to end her thoughts as soon as possible. Good night.

"

After Meng Xiaozhou finished speaking, he ran away.

Chen Feng froze on the spot.

It is said that the person who knows a sister best in the world is not her parents, but her brother.

Meng Xiaozhou perfectly explained this theory.

Chen Feng was speechless. Meng Wanyue also likes me?

Damn it!

Does the life-saving grace touch a woman so much?

No, maybe what attracted her was my talent.

But I really have no interest now, and I don’t have the energy to do anything about family affection.

So, everyone, I'm sorry.

Somehow, Chen Feng recalled what Tang Tianxin said to him the day before his death.

"No, it implanted. I was successfully conceived."

His heart throbbed unconsciously, and he envied Tang Tianxin's absolutely rational mentality.

On some level, replacing emotion with logic seems to be beneficial.

Chen Feng shrugged and went back to his room.
Chapter completed!