Chapter 9: Untouchable wall

　　 He took three or four and a half days off at the company intermittently, and went to the Cultural and Creative Industry Park constantly, daring to talk one company at a time.
　　 Unfortunately, he always hit the wall everywhere.
　　 Others didn't give him the chance to play guitar at all, just asked him if he was born in Cobain to learn music. What masterpieces did he have before?
　　Chen Feng didn't want to lie, honestly admit that he hadn't studied music, no representative works, and then no more.
　　 There is no way for Chen Feng to do this.
　　 He really does not have the academic qualifications and professional experience related to the arts, and lying is useless, and he thinks that what he has done before has nothing to do with the song he wants to sell.
　　 I want to sell you songs, not me, you control what I used to do?
　　Is there any work before, what does it matter?
　　Everyone has a masterpiece before writing the first song?
　　 There is no creator of the work, you don’t take it for granted?
　　 So where do I go to make a work first?
　　Do people in the circle are so neurotic and xenophobic?
　　 But he knows that blaming the heavens is useless, maybe this is the reality.
　　Facing reality, accepting reality, and defeating reality again, everyone has to experience this.
　　……
five minutes later.
　　 "Mr. Chen, I'm really embarrassed. I know you have songs to sell, but the director is really busy. I was on a business trip recently, and none of us know how to appreciate, so... please go out."
　　 The little girl at the front desk of this music production studio smiled sweetly and spoke decently, but he was not allowed to enter.
　　 "No, your director is not here, can there always be someone who collects the song? I am not so demanding, just listen to me play once, is it so difficult?"
At this time, a middle-aged woman came by from the side, looking like a little boss, "This gentleman, our company has a mailbox for receiving manuscripts. If you are confident in your work, you can record a sample and send it to us. . We will have someone to regularly review the manuscript."
　　Chen Feng is very helpless.
　　 He hadn't sold songs before and didn't understand the market.
　　 First of all, with his singing skills, the quality of the recorded samples must be different.
　　Second, his song came out of the wrong way, so there were only two of them, in case it was dumb and handed over, and was adapted by someone for plagiarism, who would he justify?
　　 "Well, then I'm going."
　　Chen Feng saw that things could not be resolved, and no longer entangled, turned and took the elevator down the stairs.
　　 Waiting for others to enter the elevator, the little girl at the front desk and the middle-aged woman laughed.
　　The front desk ridiculed, "Really, there are more and more people who do not know what they are."
　　The middle-aged woman nodded, "I feel like I'm engaged in art when I carry a guitar, but I don't even have basic common sense. Is this the first one this month?"
　　 The front desk lowered his head and turned down the book. The dense writing on it was full of orthography, "The sixteenth, I really think these people are like folk scientists."
"Poof!" The middle-aged woman nodded and gave her thumbs up. "It's a good word. It's a good description. He really treats us as ignorant of the goods. The Yangtze River guitar on his back is obviously two or three hundred. I can believe someone will use this type of guitar this year, what songs can they write?"
　　The girl at the front desk nodded, "Yes. I remember Brother Liu's flute seems to be more than 80,000? Is it really expensive."
　　Middle-aged woman: "There is no way, you can pay a penny for a good. Only good things can make a good voice."
　　 Downstairs, Chen Feng looked back at the building unwillingly.
　　 Then he shook his head, drew out the notebook, and underlined the name of a company above.
　　The book was originally written by him with the names of a dozen companies, and now only the last one is left.
　　 This company is called Reed Studio, and its scale is not large, but its business scope includes artist brokerage, music production, album distribution and other fields.
As a small company, 　　 can achieve such a small sparrow, but it has all the internal organs. It relies on the only artist in Reed Studio, the popular female singer Lu Wei in China.
　　Chen Feng originally didn't want to come to this company.
　　Lu Wei's debut was very early. Now, although he is not very young, he is only twenty years old, but he is already very popular.
　　 In fact, Chen Feng may know himself better than Lu Wei. In the later biography of Zhong Lei, Lu Wei was mentioned many times.
For a long period of time, Lu Wei and Zhong Lei had a moment of brilliance, but later, perhaps because of premature fame, or because of being dragged down by a too good family background, it made her less experience. Jiang Lang prematurely exhausted, and eventually fell out of the team, only red for twenty or thirty years, failed to become a family, but became the background of Zhong Lei.
　　 But now Lu Wei is not only younger, but also red to purple, and can even carry a company by himself.
　　Chen Feng knows from her future biographies that she has an extraordinary background and is so deep and scary that even an elder at home takes them out as sensitive words.
　　Because of the unpleasant experience of dealing with Zhong Lei, Chen Feng subconsciously thinks that Lu Wei is more difficult to deal with.
　　 So he didn't expect anything from this company at all.
　　 But now that he had no choice, Chen Feng turned his head to another building and went straight to the Reed Studio.
　　 The office location of Reed Studio does not look impressive, and there is no front desk at the door.
　　Chen Feng's probe went in, and a young woman came holding her folder and was walking towards her.
　　 She looked at Chen Feng and the guitar bag behind him. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
　　 "Hello, sir, do you have anything?"
　　 The other party was very polite, and he was all expected by Chen Feng. After all, although he wasn't as handsome as he was, he also grew up with a honest face that looked very good at first glance.
　　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."
　　 This woman was shocked, but she didn't know how to answer.
　　 "Are you coming to sell songs?" At this time, a rich, long-haired woman came by.
　　She wore a tight-fitting little suit and wrapped her figure perfectly.
　　 The woman who had previously spoken with Chen Feng quickly turned around and bowed, "Sister Rou is good."
　　Sister Rou waved her hand, "You are busy with yours, hand it to me here."
　　 The woman quickly lowered her head and walked away quickly.
Sister Rou turned to Chen Feng with both hands on her chest, with a slightly ridiculous smile on her face, "Hello, this gentleman, I am Lu Wei's agent, and also the general manager of this company, Zheng Rou. Please tell me again, please Are you here to sell songs?"
　　 said, her eyes still fluttered lightly towards the guitar bag behind Chen Feng, seeing the word "Yangtze River", her mouth also scratched a meaningful arc.
　　 By this time, Chen Feng already knew the answer.
　　He really wants to turn his head and leave, but since the other party hasn't rushed, just say a few more words.
　　 Maybe... just become?
　　Chen Feng nodded, "Yes, this is my hard work, I am very confident in this song."
Zheng Rou suddenly smiled, "Don't you know that before? Our reed studio never sings songs outside. Our family Lu Wei never sings other people's songs. All her songs are written by herself, thank you. "
　　Chen Feng was shocked, "Ah? Is this like this?"