Want Me To Let Go? The Backhand Is A Compendium Of Materia Medica

Chapter 214 Sorry, I’M Not Interested In Washboards

"Of course, if you don't have any confidence at all, why not just lie down and start a company?"

"Okay, then come on, if Xinghai really grows to that point, I can be considered a veteran-level artist of the company, right?"

"You?" Chen Feng curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Just forget it. It's not like Xinghai is popular. There is no sense of accomplishment."

Luo Ziyi snorted coldly, "What you said made it seem like Xinghai suffered a loss. Isn't it okay to pick up a diva for nothing? Do you know how difficult it is to make a diva famous?"

"Is it difficult?" Chen Feng smacked his lips and said in a deep voice: "Xiaobai has been named a little queen after just a few months since her debut. In less than two years at most, she will become a veritable queen."

"Are you thinking too simply? Although Little Queen has one more character than Queen, it's not that easy to take off that little character."

"So what, don't you have a living example in front of you? He became the king just half a year after his debut, so I have the same confidence in Xiaobai, and I believe she can do it too."

Seeing him using herself as an example, Luo Ziyi was speechless, "You can't compare her with you. You are a creative and all-around singer, and you are the only one. You are a complete monster."

"Monster? Do you know how to praise others?"

"Sorry, although this metaphor is not very good, but it is about the same meaning."

Chen Feng waved his hand at her to show that it didn't matter, and then asked: "Let's get down to business, does that Wang Yang often harass you?"

Speaking of this, Luo Ziyi's face was full of helplessness, "It's not harassment, it's just that he often sent me messages. I was still in Tiancheng at that time, so it was hard to show it too obviously. Later, Tiancheng and I terminated the contract. The first thing I did was delete his v-mail, but since then he started calling me again, which was really annoying."

"Block me, isn't it easy?"

"Nonsense, it's up to you to say that, but I can't block all the numbers."

"That's true. It's really annoying. But fortunately, you are no longer in Tiancheng. He can't harass you."

"Well, let's not mention that person. Thinking of him makes me sick." Luo Ziyi shook his head in disgust, and then said: "I released two singles on Facebook. When I have a certain amount of popularity in Europe and the United States, If you are famous, you can release an album.”

"Huh? Not bad, the action is quite fast."

"Nonsense, you boss can't help me, so I have to find a way on my own. Fortunately, I consulted Meimei when I was in Beautiful Country a while ago. This is the idea she gave me, and she also used her Facebook account to help I spread the word.”

Hearing her words, Chen Feng did feel a little apologetic in his heart. After all, he was only responsible for writing songs for Luo Ziyi, and could not help him in other aspects.

"Okay, you can figure it out yourself. I can't help you in this regard for the time being. It would be nice to communicate with Taylor Swift if you have nothing to do. If there is a shortage of songs one day, just tell me."

"Of course, I will come to you without you saying it." As a singer under Xinghai, Luo Ziyi would not be polite to him in this regard, but thinking that Chen Feng had written more than a dozen songs for her, she said truthfully : "There is no shortage of songs right now. The dozen or so songs you gave me are enough to make an album."

"Well, that's fine." Chen Feng nodded, and then asked: "Which singles did you release on Facebook? How was the response?"

"Of course it's the two songs Far Away From Home and Trouble Is A Friend. The response has been pretty good. With Mei Mei's help, my Facebook account now has millions of fans."

Chen Feng's face lit up when he heard this, and he said excitedly: "Really? Show me quickly."

"Okay", Luo Ziyi agreed, and then opened his Facebook account on his mobile phone.

Chen Feng took the phone and looked at the information displayed on it. Sure enough, he saw that more than five million people were following this account. Then he opened the account's status, and there were already hundreds of thousands of comments under these two singles.

"These two songs are so great, I have already followed them."

"If you don't understand, just ask, is the blogger a professional singer? Why haven't you heard of this name?"

"I haven't heard of her either, but looking at her photos, she seems to be a singer from Asia."

"Such a beautiful woman, she is from our Bangzi country at first glance."

"Fart, she is obviously the queen of China, Luo Ziyi." (This is obviously a message from a Chinese)

"This beauty seems to be a guest at Taylor Swift's concert."

"Yes, the guy upstairs remembered it correctly. I can prove that she is indeed from China. I am very impressed by her."

"Yes, Taylor Swift has reposted these two songs on her account and stated that this beauty is her friend."

"..."

Seeing the message in the comment area, Chen Feng couldn't help but praise: "It's pretty good. You are now quite famous in Europe and the United States, right?"

"No, it's still far behind. In China, with millions of fans, he is already considered a second-tier singer, but in Europe and the United States, he is still not popular. At most, he is considered an eighteenth-tier singer."

"Is it that exaggerated?" Chen Feng asked in disbelief.

"It's not an exaggeration at all. If you don't believe it, look at Meimei's fans. There are 200 million fans, including other well-known singers who have at least tens of millions, so I'm still far behind."

"Okay, then come on, I believe there will be no problem with your strength."

"I hope so." Luo Ziyi said and looked at the time. "It's getting late. I should go back and rest."

"Have you finally remembered that it's getting late?" Chen Feng curled his lips, and then joked: "I thought you planned to stay here tonight and not go back to your room."

"Stay here?" Luo Ziyi glared at those watery eyes and gritted his teeth: "The stinking gangster is indeed a scumbag. With Qinghan and Meimei, are you still planning on me now?"

"Go away." Chen Feng's face was full of innocence and he mocked: "I'm not interested in your washboard. Go back and wash up and sleep."

"You are the washboard, and your whole family is a washboard." Luo Ziyi looked down at his figure, cursed at him twice and slammed the door.

"Am I saying this a bit too much? But it is indeed a washboard." Chen Feng stood there blankly and muttered a few words to himself.

. . .

On the other side, Luo Ziyi returned to the room and took a shower, lying on the bed, staring at his chest and muttering: "This is not a washboard, right? What a hateful guy."