I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

Since then, a heated discussion has erupted in the private room of this upscale private restaurant.

Chen Feng serves as the middleman and is responsible for controlling the overall situation.

Zhong Lei approached this big discussion from the artistic perspective of sound, while Ryan explained it from the scientific perspective.

People began to focus on the impact of sound on people's thinking, and then discussed the possibility of sound controlling the secretion of neurotransmitters such as human hormones and dopamine in a more refined manner.

This is a huge topic, and the three of them discussed it extensively and accurately.

Although Zhong Lei has never been arrogant, Chen Feng knows that she is now the most talented voice player in the world.

Ryan's abilities are no less impressive.

He has a wide range of knowledge, and what's more terrifying is that he is almost proficient in it.

Although his achievements in other subjects are not as good as his essence in mathematics and applied physics, they have reached the level of a university lecturer or above.

Ryan's potential can reach the level of an all-round scientist and grand master that is almost impossible to be born in future generations.

Zhong Lei: "Sound is a kind of wave, which can cause the brain to resonate and secrete substances..."

"Yes, but we have to go back to the human body to analyze. What kind of wavelength and frequency can promote the secretion of what kind of neurotransmitters? The human body's neurotransmitters include... the parts of the human brain that are responsible for different emotions and functions. Yes...the process of these transmitters from birth to traveling along the nerves to transmit information is..."

After hearing this, Chen Feng was almost confused.

He had learned esoteric technology eight hundred years later, but his knowledge was not very good, and there were hundreds of years of knowledge gaps in between.

If the two ends couldn't be connected, there was nothing he could do.

But he didn't care much. He didn't have to understand, as long as these two people understood.

On the way, the waiter came over and told them that the restaurant was closing.

Chen Feng paid out $50,000 and asked the waiter and his boss to work overtime decisively.

This big discussion lasted until 3:40 in the morning.

Ryan returned to Beverly Hills still unfinished, while Chen Feng and Zhong Lei took a helicopter back to the vicinity of Mason College.

Zhong Lei didn't speak much during the whole process. It was obvious that she was still immersed in the heated discussion just now.

When Chen Feng sent her downstairs to the dormitory and was about to go upstairs, she suddenly came to her senses and looked back at Chen Feng with sharp eyes.

"Just wait, I know this is difficult, but I will definitely succeed! I'm waiting for the day when you chase me, and then I will reject you three times before I agree!"

Chen Feng smiled.

"Then you have to work hard. We only have a few decades to wait."

"nonsense!"

Zhong Lei turned around, put her hands on her hips, took firm steps, and went upstairs.

Chen Feng smiled and shook his head, walking back with a happy mood.

Now he was extremely grateful for his decision to save Ryan.

What is most important in the 21st century?

Talent!

What kind of talent is the most important?

Talents that can be used by me!

He knew what he had done.

Relying on chance and his own two desperate attempts to save others, he retained an important source of fire.

He fished Ryan out from under the coffin boards.

He dragged two people who were completely unrelated and impossible to meet to his side.

One is a top ten artist in the millennium, and the other is a top scientist who although died young, seems to have an upper limit of talent comparable to Sergei.

Now these two capable men are in the prime of life, with the most agile thinking and the most creative stage.

Moreover, he also found a perfect occasion and created a perfect atmosphere, allowing these two people to burst out their strongest fighting spirit in the competition with each other.

Of course, the main reason was Zhong Lei's dissatisfaction.

She refuses to accept her "love rival".

This has nothing to do with whether Chen Feng explains or not.

Anyway, she was very unhappy when she looked at Ryan, feeling that this man was competing with her for a man.

As for Ryan, perhaps his emotional intelligence is a bit low and he failed to detect Zhong Lei’s hostility, but his scientific literacy and instinct as a scholar will make him involuntarily have corresponding autonomy when facing doubts and scientific discussions. thinking, and express one's own positions and opinions.

When the two people were discussing, Chen Feng seemed to see lightning sparks generated by the collision of thoughts at the dinner table.

The sparks between these two people converged on themselves, the conductor.

Even better, Ryan was completely intrigued by Chen Feng's great idea.

When the discussion ended, he still had more to say.

Ryan said to Chen Feng: "Chen Feng, I always thought you were just a music producer. Now I want to apologize to you. Your pursuit is so great! I am willing to be a follower of your ideas like Zhong Lei! If it is true If we can create such a song, then we can selectively provide it to specific audiences. We can make the dedicated people more focused and the motivated people more motivated! This will be of great help to the development of human civilization. Got it!"

Chen Feng nodded first.

He thought again of the cruel survival of the fittest model a thousand years later.

He said tentatively: "Actually, there is no need to choose the audience? You can also listen to everyone, right? To make the decadent people who have wasted their time even more decadent, then these people can be eliminated early, which is also good for civilization, right?"

Ryan thought for a moment, but neither agreed nor refuted. He only said: "That belongs to another topic. I am not knowledgeable enough in anthropology to determine whether the ultimate result of stripping away diversity is good or bad."

Chen Feng nodded and asked no more questions.

This question, even after thousands of years, has not actually been able to get a correct answer.

Of course, the situation Ryan envisioned would only cause trouble for the first five hundred years.

If it can really be done, then five hundred years later it will naturally have to be broadcast on all channels without distinction, so that everyone can listen.

At that time, we did not seek merit but no fault. As long as we could eliminate the infiltration of "Song of the World" and maintain human creativity, it would be a great achievement.

Because things had made a breakthrough, in the next few days, Chen Feng was not in a hurry to return to China. Instead, he stayed in Los Angeles and only controlled the domestic actions.

This is very difficult for Meng Xiaozhou. One moment he has to take charge of the overall situation in China, and the next moment he has to do the big business of selling songs and earning US dollars here in Los Angeles.

But Meng Xiaozhou did not complain, but enjoyed it.

Lao Meng is also a man with great ambitions.

He joined Xingfeng Entertainment before to repay a favor, but he did not want to be overqualified.

Nowadays, Chen Feng's steps are so fast and big, and the company is advancing by leaps and bounds. Although he is tired, he has a refreshing feeling of being able to show off his talent.

Meng Xiaozhou is not afraid of being tired, but he is afraid that he will not be able to fulfill his ambitions.

Chen Feng maintained the frequency of hosting a discussion between the two geniuses every other day.

The place where the three of them discussed the problem changed from the restaurant to the acoustic laboratory, the piano room, the university classroom, the performance scene in the concert hall, Professor Mason's class, and so on.

Whenever Zhong Lei and Ryan had irreconcilable differences on a certain issue, Chen Feng would be the referee based on his feelings.

Things are slowly but surely moving forward bit by bit.

Chen Feng's eyes seemed to be able to see through the fog and see the real war song belonging to mankind waving to him.

It was a dawn created by his own hands.

He planted the seeds in the hope that they would bear good results in the future.

On the afternoon of March 25, 2020, he first went to the airport to say goodbye to Ryan, who was about to fly to Boston and return to the laboratory. Chen Feng returned to the hotel and wrote furiously in the room.

Placed in front of him was a gold-covered notebook, exquisitely made and about the size of a palm.

The pen he uses to write is a special pointed pen, and the ink can last for more than a hundred years without fading.

The notebook paper is also special. With proper sealing, it can last for three hundred years without deterioration.

Yes, he is writing tips for himself in the upcoming "virtual timeline".

This was the plan he had made early in the morning.

Now that the time travel is approaching, it’s time to complete it.