I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

After a long time, Zhong Lei stretched out, sat next to Chen Feng, crossed her legs, picked up a corner of the cake from the plate in her hand with a fork and put it into her mouth.

"I used to hear people say that domestic musicians are very weak when it comes to cooperation with European and American companies, and it's hard to be respected. But why do I feel like you're bullying others?"

Chen Feng turned away and his eyes fell on the strawberry cheesecake on the plate in her hand.

"Our kind of cooperation is called cooperation. The kind of weak cooperation you mentioned is just taking advantage of the popularity. If you don't have the ability, you have to put money on your own face, so that you can be subordinate to others. We make a living based on our ability, so others respect the word Self-taught. Do you like this cake?"

Zhong Lei shook her head, "I don't like it, it's too sweet."

"Then you still eat?"

"It's such a waste to throw it away."

"It doesn't cost any money."

Zhong Lei ate it all in one bite, "But it's still a waste."

After saying that, she continued to write lyrics. Chen Feng's eyes returned to the movie, but his mind was wandering far and wide.

He kind of wanted to make movies, science fiction movies.

He wanted to show what he saw and heard to the world in the form of a science fiction movie.

I don’t expect others to believe it, but it’s always good if it can give humans a warning in advance.

Show what will happen in the future, the most pessimistic, the result of the failure of human struggle. Perhaps a few hundred years later, when the entire civilization stands at a fork in the road again and needs to make a choice about the next path, at least there will be a chance to eliminate more mistakes. Drop a wrong answer.

But as Zhong Lei said.

That kind of plot is too pessimistic and desperate, and lacks enough dazzling personal heroism, so there should be no hope at the box office.

Moreover, if science fiction films want to be done well, the investment will be too large. With his current financial resources, influence and industry connections, it is not enough.

Writing a script is also a difficult job.

He is not good at writing stories, but the script of this story can only be written by himself.

Therefore, this matter must be considered in the long term and taken step by step.

Six days later, the two returned to Hanzhou.

There is a lot of good news waiting for Chen Feng.

The few remaining unsold songs he had written had a place to go, and he prepared two songs for Qin Lu to release as singles.

Four more songs were sold, and the prices were quite satisfactory.

All the inventory that Chen Feng returned this time was cashed out.

In addition, Lu Wei has composed a new song, which is of a very high level.

This is truly a new song that has never appeared in the previous timeline.

Chen Li, He Jiaqi, and many domestic musicians who are really serious about making music have sprung up new songs in the past two or three weeks.

Competition on Qin and other major platforms has become unprecedentedly fierce.

Chen Feng had basically heard it once and felt both shocked and relieved.

The overall level of these new songs varies from high to low, but the stereotyped charm, laziness of self-repetition, and borrowing and plagiarism in the past have been greatly reduced.

These musicians seemed to have suddenly enlightened, working harder to seek new changes, being brave enough to explore, and focusing on innovation.

The butterfly effect is enhanced.

Under his continuous encouragement, the entire Chinese music scene seems to be an awakened beast, breaking out of the prison of thinking.

A new Renaissance movement sprouted like a sprout.

This revolution in art was ignited.

This is Chen Feng's many classic works accumulated over decades by the core figures of this era. They are released in a very short period of time like a volcanic eruption, resulting in a radiation effect that is just like the first fission ignited when a nuclear bomb is detonated.

Rather than unconsciously and passively changing the future before, this time Chen Feng used music as a medium to more actively change the present.

This change was visible to his naked eyes.

He began to have endless expectations about what he would see when he entered the future again.

In his mood, the night of February 25, 2020 fell.

But it was hard for him to sleep that night.

Because in the afternoon, he received a text message.

It was sent from my adoptive father whom I haven’t contacted in many years.

He asked Chen Feng why he still didn't go home during the Chinese New Year this year, and asked if the famous musician Chen Feng on the Internet was him.

Chen Feng had many complicated thoughts in his mind.

But he didn't call back.

He transferred two million to the bank card that had not received any living expenses since high school.

Once many things happen, they can never go back to the past, because butterflies can never fly backwards.

Dream!

wake.

"Private Chen Feng! Get out!"

Chen Feng looked at the familiar square face in front of him, and the corners of his lips slowly curved.

He smiled.

It's great to see this familiar face again.

He cast his gaze into the distance again.

Above the sky, the scorching sun hung high.

Thousands of spindle-shaped carrier aircraft were shuttled back and forth under the blue sky.

These vehicles move very fast and look like a mess, but in fact their routes are strictly separated from each other, and each can move forward smoothly along a stable and exclusive track.

Different from the underground vehicles of the past, today's spindle-shaped vehicles no longer emit flames from below, whether they are hovering or speeding up, and appear to be floating.

Chen Feng smiled even brighter.

The fact that large vehicles can float shows that human technology has once again made progress, and the control of force fields has become more precise and perfect. It is finally possible to use force fields that could only be used as shields for battleships in the past as regular driving forces for vehicles.

At this moment, a uniquely shaped triangular fast vehicle took off from the depths of the base, lifted off in a straight line, and headed straight into space beyond the earth.

When the triangular vehicle took off, the trajectories of the vehicles in the sky were synchronously and finely adjusted, and a straight path was reserved for the triangular vehicle from the chaotic situation like a dust storm, and they still did not interfere with each other, even the speed Neither slowed down at all.

The computing power of the central intelligence brain has been further enhanced.

At the base, the large bell tower still exists.

But the playground is getting a little bigger than it used to be.

Today's playground is strictly divided into several sections by light blue barriers, and Chen Feng's queue of recruits is only in one corner.

On the other side, there were dozens of warriors wearing pitch-black armors exchanging moves with each other.

The height of these armored warriors seems to be between 1.8 and 2.2 meters.

This is their armored height.

The technological level of individual armor has been upgraded again, turning into biological armor that fits the human body better.

Biological armor has more characteristics. Its case looks very soft, but in the event of collision or crossfire, the flexible armor that is hit will harden instantly.

The weapons and techniques used by these warriors are also much more complex than the monotonous guns, swords and shields of the Blue Dragon Armor when they came last time.

The rubber bands on their back armor can be pulled off, and with a flick of their wrists they can transform into straight knives ranging in length from several meters to one and a half meters. Or, when they retreat, dozens of lights can be fired outward from under the armor on both sides of their thighs. points, and then these light points will swarm towards the opponent, triggering a chain explosion.

The aftermath of the fight between these people hit the light blue energy barrier, creating water-like lines.

This scene told Chen Feng that they were in actual combat, not data simulation.

Chen Feng is a person who has lived a poor life on the simulator for a long time. He just wants to say, my God.

Are everyone so prodigal now?

You're training for actual combat, and you're not afraid of damaging your equipment? Are you not worried about energy shortages if you consume energy like this during training?

However, he was shocked, but he still had an advantage in his heart.

These people who are qualified for armor-piercing combat training must be the elites in the base, but the most maneuverable among them is less than 35G.

The gap between them and Chen Feng, who currently has the upper limit of 50G, is still visible to the naked eye.

But he couldn't understand the training content in another area.

There were only two people in the venue, still wearing the close-fitting biological armor, but these two people did not fight at close range, nor did they shoot at each other with guns.

They were far apart from each other, each with a heavy truck behind them.

Both of them spread their fingers and raised them forward, with light beams at their fingertips linked to the screens in front of them.

The two shook their fingers from time to time, and densely packed micro-aircraft flew out of the truck like a swarm of locusts.

These aircraft fight in the air with various combat modes, including cluster bombing, formation salvos, and suicide charges and self-destructions.

Different from the individual combat skills drill on the other side, this side is more like a large-scale war.

The two warriors with their ten fingers connected to the beam should be the commanders of this micro-scale war.

With technological innovation, human combat concepts have changed again, and new arms have been born.

Biological armor is equivalent to the improved version of the blue dragon armor in the past, and this one-man army-style combat concept can bring the characteristics of elite warriors to the extreme, and one person can carry out scalpel-style organic raids on the enemy.

If nothing unexpected happens, that kind of truck should also have an adapted model for space combat, coordinating attacks with armored warriors.

There are about three types of aircraft.

A circular aircraft about the size of a football is the largest among them. More fly-sized micro-aircraft will fly out from it and rush towards the firefighting area ahead, or they may change sides to sneak attack on the flank, or sneak attack on the enemy commander. .

There are also seed bomb-type aircraft, about one decimeter long and flying very fast.

The third type is the fly flying machine.

The distance was too far, and Chen Feng could not see the specific attack methods of these things. He could only judge from the dim light that lit up during the salvo that these aircraft used ultra-miniature laser beams and missiles that were suspected to be as thick as nails in close combat.

After observing for more than ten seconds, Chen Feng understood the concept of this command battle.

This is an individual combat method that combines artificial intelligence and human brain judgment.

There are many combat plans built into the aircraft. The commander's control does not need to be accurate to a specific aircraft or where to shoot. He only needs to issue a policy-like instruction, and the aircraft can give corresponding feedback.

The light beams linked to the commander's ten fingers should be the medium through which commands are issued.

The reason why brainwave remote control is not used is that such a semi-physical link has lower transmission delay.

"Chen Feng, have you seen enough? Does it look good? You have been looking at it for almost five minutes. Does it look good?"

Ding Hu's face suddenly flashed in front of Chen Feng, blocking his sight.