Volume 2 The Commodity Society Chapter 251 Wys
When Chen Yufeng heard Chen Feng's advice, he immediately turned on his face and flatly refused: "No, wouldn't this mean that we Yuhua have lent money to invest in Ruiguo, but if we do so, we will be poked in the back by others, and it is also contrary to the rules and regulations of our foundation." β
Wang Zhaoxiang also said: "It's a bit inappropriate to do this. Ruiguo, you just do what your mother just asked. Dad believes that in your eyes on investment, the first point of the fund's investment is low risk, and you can consider bonds and real estate. If we really have to lose, even if it's our whole family. This is also a responsibility of our family to the Yuhua Charity Foundation. β
"Okay, Dad. I'm not going to let Yuhua lose money. Wang Ruiguo said confidently.
Chen Feng diverted the topic and continued to persuade Chen Yufeng, the godgrandmother: "Grandma, after I inject capital again this time, you must recruit more people, your chief leader should not do everything yourself, as a leader, your main task is to organize, coordinate and plan, not to go into battle to work on the front line." β
Chen Yufeng's heart warmed when she heard this, but she pretended to be angry and said, "Okay, grandma knows." You've been rambling a few times, and grandma will pay attention to rest in the future. β
When Chen Feng heard this, he didn't say much.
I'm muttering quietly with the red leaves. Wang Meixue suddenly asked at this time: "Xiao Feng, when do you plan to release your second album?" β
"I didn't think it through." Thinking of my own dad. It's right, and I couldn't help adding, "Maybe it won't happen." β
"Not out? No way. What are you playing again? You've already done it once last time in China. Wang Meixue said in surprise.
Ye Qian also asked in surprise: "Xiao Feng, this record is more profitable. Yes. It's easier than you can write Harry Potter, so why not? β
Chen Feng is still a little snobbish and cheap sister and mother in his heart. It's a little musty, but after all, I was a guest at someone's house, so I reluctantly replied: "This time I made a big fuss in Los Angeles, my dad sent me to continue singing again." β
Wang Zhaoxiang said: "It's okay if you don't sing." In the United States is foreign to him after all. Township, Xiaofeng, if you are really interested in singing, you can continue to sing in China. β
"Uncle Dayong is really. Yes, this is a matter of increasing the ambition of our country, and it can also make a lot of money from foreigners, what's so bad? Besides, I can't blame you for this incident. Wang Meixue said with some complaints.
Chen Feng couldn't help but smile when he heard it: "I think so too." When the time comes, I will persuade my dad again, hoping that he will support me to continue singing. β
"Isn't he coming to Beijing tomorrow? I'll try to persuade him. Wang Meixue volunteered, "By the way, tell your mother about this matter first, your mother loves me the most, as long as your mother agrees, your father can't object if he wants to." β
When a few people heard it, they couldn't help but be a little funny.
Wang Zhaoxiang glared at her, and Wang Meixue also knew that she was speechless, and stuck out her tongue.
"Xiao Feng, come with me to the study." Wang Zhaoxiang stood up and said.
Chen Feng knew that his grandfather was going to have a "private chat" with him again, so he also stood up.
The two came to the study, and after Chen Feng sat down alone, Wang Zhaoxiang frowned slightly and said, "Xiao Feng, what happened to you in Los Angeles this time, your father seems to have some opinions about grandpa." I heard they shot at you at the time, right? β
Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "Grandpa, if it weren't for your help this time, the FBI people wouldn't have released me so quickly, what else does my dad have to say about you?" β
The corners of Wang Zhaoxiang's mouth showed a slight wry smile and said: "He thinks that this incident should give the Americans a color, and I disagree in principle." He probably thinks I don't care enough about you. β
I see. Chen Feng hurriedly argued: "Grandpa, probably my father is too nervous about me. Tomorrow he will come, and I will persuade him. I also know that this matter is a bit sensitive, and it is difficult for you to come forward to deal with it. However, grandpa, the FBI guys really went too far, and their leaders wanted to torture me privately in the escort car, and pointed a gun to my head to force me to become their American citizen. Otherwise, if you come forward in time to put pressure on them to release me quickly, if it is half an hour late, I will definitely have it. β
When Wang Zhaoxiang heard this, his face immediately became solemn, and his tone couldn't help but be cold: "They actually dare to torture you in private, and even point a gun at your head?" β
Chen Feng nodded pretending to be aggrieved.
Wang Zhaoxiang Huo De stood up from his seat, his face was a little gloomy, and said to Chen Feng: "The United States has gone too far in this matter, and I will let them give us an explanation." You go out first, grandpa makes a call. β
When Chen Feng heard this, he couldn't help but be secretly happy. If his godfather came forward, or even let the state come forward, it would save Chen Feng a lot of trouble. He quickly stood up and said, "This time is a great shame for me, thank you grandpa for calling the shots for me." β
Wang Zhaoxiang nodded: "Grandpa knows, this time I must ask the American side to give us an explanation." β
Chen Feng left the study satisfied.
After passing through the living room, Chen Feng wanted to go back to the room to surf the Internet, but was stopped by Chen Yufeng and others. Let him perform the show live.
At their strong request, Chen Feng had no choice but to play and sing a few classic songs from the "Long" album on the piano for them.
After Chen Feng's performance, Wang Meixue also went up to play a piano song "Early Autumn" composed by herself, judging by Chen Feng's more professional music perspective now, the melody of this piece is not bad, but the overall is not smooth enough, and the connection of several paragraphs is not natural enough, if you score it from a professional point of view, the full score is 100, and her song is only 60 points, barely passing, such a level is obviously still a little unqualified to come up with a music album.
After playing "Early Autumn", Wang Meixue asked Chen Feng and Hongye for confirmation with an expectant face: "How is it?" How about this piece of mine? β
Of course, Momiji applauded and praised: "Sister Xue'er, your song is great." I don't think it's much different from Clayderman's "Autumn Whispers", it's very good. β
Wang Meixue couldn't help blushing slightly when she heard it, she was very self-aware, and her song was really not comparable with the piano prince's "Autumn Whispers".
"Xiao Feng, what is your opinion? Say it. Wang Meixue urged.
Chen Feng also wanted to compliment, but when he saw her sincere eyes, he changed his attention immediately, and sometimes criticism is often more valuable than praise.
"Sister, if you want me to say, I'm going to tell the truth." Chen Feng said seriously.
Chen Yufeng couldn't help but smile and said, "Xiao Feng, just tell the truth." Your musical literacy is much better than that of Xiaoxue, a music undergraduate. β
Under the gaze of Wang Meixue, Chen Feng said: "Sister, the advantage of your "Early Autumn" is that the whole piece has spirituality, which is very valuable for a music creator. This is the most important point, and secondly, from a professional point of view, your piece is not very rigorous in structure, the fluency is not very good, and your playing technique needs to be further improved. β
"That's all?" Wang Meixue's face was not very good, but she still asked humbly.
Chen Feng nodded: "As I just said, the most important thing in creation is spirituality, not sticking to the notes themselves, which is the most important. β
Wang Meixue asked a little disappointed: "Then you say, is my song enough to meet the publishing requirements of the music company?" β
Although it was a little cruel, Chen Feng still gave a negative answer: "No!" β
Wang Meixue's expression was even more lost, this piece was the most proud and self-conscious work among the few pieces she had composed so far, but she didn't expect to get such an answer from Chen Feng's mouth.
Hongye was a little upset for Wang Meixue and said: "Xiao Feng, I think Sister Xue'er's song is very good, why can't it meet the requirements of the music company?" β
Chen Feng smiled: "Maybe my requirements are too high." In fact, if Sister Miyuki's song were the average second-rate music company in our country, it might still be able to be published and distributed. If she changes the common standards in Europe and the United States to review, her song will obviously not be able to pass. The spirituality of the creation is important, but so is the structure and melody of the piece itself. β
Chen Yufeng complained slightly: "Xiao Feng, grandma told you to tell the truth, you really tell the truth in every sentence." In fact, Xiaoxue can start composing piano music by herself at such a young age, and it is already very good to have such a level. Writing piano music is much more difficult than writing your pop songs. β
Chen Feng also saw the expression of his cheap sister, and said with some embarrassment: "Grandma is right, compared with pop songs, the creation of pure music is more difficult. Sister Miyuki has only been in music for a semester to have such a level, and she is already one of the best music geniuses. β
"Don't comfort me." Wang Meixue said angrily, "Maybe my musical talent is really not very good, but I will continue to work hard." I'm sure I'll make it! β
"Good! Miyuki-san, I support you! Momiji applauded.
"Thank you!" Wang Meixue glanced at her gratefully.
Chen Yufeng asked: "Xiao Feng, your piano playing level is already very professional, in addition to composing those popular songs, do you usually compose piano music?" β
Chen Feng scratched his head a little and said, "That's not true." β
Momiji added for him: "Xiao Feng seems to have created a guitar song, which is quite good." I've only heard it once, it's called "Whys", right? The last words, of course, were asked to Chen Feng.
"Oh, you actually started making pure music?" Chen Yufeng's eyes lit up when he heard this. The rest of the people also looked at him expectantly.
"Xiao Feng, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and get the guitar and let's feast our ears. Wang Ruiguo couldn't help urging.
Chen Feng originally wanted to be lazy, but he didn't expect Hongye to leak his bottom, so he couldn't help but glance at her, but Hongye winked at him proudly, obviously on purpose.
"The guitar is in the study, grandpa is on the phone in the study, there is something important, it is not easy to disturb." Chen Feng shirked.
"Then you can play it on the piano." Chen Yufeng clearly saw Chen Feng's thoughts.
This "Waisi" is based on the beautiful melody that Chen Feng overheard in his previous life, and it was adapted from the creation of this piece Chen Feng has taken several years, but to be honest, Chen Feng has not yet finished the final draft and determined it. Chen Feng attaches great importance to this piece, representing a kind of nostalgia and remembrance of his previous life, and the overall melody and atmosphere are also dominated by sadness. Therefore, if it is not necessary, Chen Feng is really reluctant to play more. When Hongye overheard a fragment of this song, he never forgot this song, and wanted Chen Feng to play it for him again, but Chen Feng was afraid that she would be sad to hear it, so he didn't agree.
"Grandma, I haven't finished this piece yet, it's incomplete." Chen Feng continued to shirk.
"Then you can play as much as you create now." Chen Yufeng said patiently.
Wang Meixue directly used the agitation method to say: "Xiao Feng, is your song "Huaisi" much worse than my "Early Autumn" just now, so you don't dare to pop it up?" β
When the other people heard Wang Meixue say this, they all smiled very cooperatively, and looked at Chen Feng with such expressions.
Of course, Chen Feng understood their tricks, but when he saw this, he knew that he couldn't dodge, so he had to say helplessly: "Okay, just play." β
Chen Feng walked to the piano and sat down, took a deep breath, and then played the song "Huaisi" with emotion.
The melody of the whole piece, first composed of several sets of very crisp and somewhat dispaε¨δ»Άnotes, jingling, making people unconsciously fall into contemplation, and gradually the intermittent notes become coherent, as if from the beginning of the raindrops to the drizzle, in a storm, the past scenes are presented...... Then, after another scene, only one person was left standing alone in the rain, becoming lonely and lonely, and a sense of coldness came to my heart.
The music stopped, and the living room was silent, including Chen Feng himself, who fell into the remembrance of the past.
"This ...... Is this really your own creation? Wang Meixue picked up the tissue paper on the coffee table and wiped her somewhat moist eyes.
"Sort of." Chen Fengqing walked back from the piano with a little depression.
"Xiao Feng, your song is very good, but it is too hurtful. makes people unconsciously think of their unsatisfactory things in the past, and in the future, you still don't want to play such songs. β
Chen Yufeng's words were shared by several other people.
Hongye also took a piece of tissue paper to wipe his tears, and said to Chen Feng with some apologies: "Xiao Feng, I'm sorry, you haven't played this song for me before." I thought you were stingy. β
Chen Feng smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect to create such a piece myself, I will never play this piece again after I watch it." β
Everyone nodded.