After sending the cassette tape and CD to Shanghai, Feng Yu went to Wind & Rain Consulting as usual.
After that, he ordered He Zhaoji and his men to continue suppressing Korean Won. Feng Yu estimated Korean Won should be collapsing soon. If South Korea does not have enough foreign reserves, they can only rely on raising interest rates and restricting loans to resist.
However, there was a huge difference between an active defense and a passive defense. Furthermore, Soros had long studied this kind of strategy, and the Koreans were no match for him.
In at most a week, South Korea will lose Korean Won, and a large sum of money will be lost.
Feng Yu was watching the South Korean news on TV when his phone rang. It was Fu Guangwei. This brat remembered he did not return the master tape to me and is asking where I can return it to him.
"Wei Zai, I am at Wind & Rain Consulting. Can you send it over?" Feng Yu answered the call.
"Ah? What do you mean? "
"It's the female strap. Did you lose it?"
"Ah … no … it's here with me. Errr … Brother Feng, let me treat you to lunch. I know an Italian chef is coming here, and I had made a reservation. "Fu Guangwei said warmly.
Treat me to lunch? You are helping me to record my songs, and you are treating me to lunch instead of asking me to treat you?
One who is unaccountably solicitous is hiding evil intentions!
"Ok."
Noon. The driver dropped Feng Yu at the entrance of the restaurant, and Feng Yu saw Fu Guangwei standing at the entrance to welcome Feng Yu.
"Wei Zai."
"Brother Feng, come over. I heard that this chef's cooking is very good. I know you like to try different cuisines from different regions. That's why I called you over immediately." Fu Guangwei was very attentive, and this made Feng Yu even more suspicious.
Feng Yu had known Fu Guangwei for quite some time, and he doesn't know Fu Guangwei's character very well. But he knows he will never greet him like this. Even his father does not greet him like this!
After eating for a while, Fu Guangwei opened his mouth a few times and wanted to say something. But Feng Yu did not even look at him.
Finally, when they were drinking, Fu Guangwei found an opportunity. He did not look for a topic and said: "Brother Feng, I need your help with something."
"You had already called me Brother Feng. Just tell me what you want." Feng Yu knew Fu Guangwei must be looking for him. But with the Fu Family's influence in Hong Kong, it should not be related to Hong Kong. It should be related to China.
As long as it doesn't involve politics and doesn't break the law, I'll do it for him.
"Brother Feng, I heard from Brother Guangzheng that you know how to write songs? Yesterday's song was also written by you, right? Are those two voices Na Ying and Wang Jingwen? "Fu Guangwei looked at Feng Yu.
F * ck, does this guy want me to write a song for him? I'm really not a professional. These are all classic songs from my previous life. I can only play simple chords on the guitar. I can't play anything too difficult.
Furthermore, I am active in the futures market. My earnings are worth a few million every minute. Write a song for you? How much can the most popular songs earn? Furthermore, all the copyrights of Feng Yu's songs were donated.
But this doesn't involve politics and doesn't break the law. Fu Guangwei had helped him before, and Feng Yu can't reject him.
"You want me to write a song for you? Who do you want me to sing for? "Feng Yu asked helplessly.
Fu Guangwei was overjoyed: "Do you have a duet?" Feng Yu had agreed to write a song for him. That's great!
"Tell me who you want to sing for. I want to hear her voice." Feng Yu might not be a professional, but he knew that if a good song is sung by an unsuitable person, it will be a waste of time. If you let Ah Bao sing Dimples, not many people will like that song!
Fu Guangwei suddenly smiled: "Brother Feng, what do you think of my voice?"
Feng Yu's jaws dropped. What? This guy wants to sing?!
He wants me to f * cking write a song for him to sing? A duet? Is he trying to pick up girls?! You want me to write a song for you to pick up girls?!
Fu Guangwei saw Feng Yu's unhappy face and quickly explained: "I had finished recording the song yesterday and had too much to drink. After that, I agreed to sing for someone. Brother Feng, you must help me. If not, I will be breaking my promise!"
Feng Yu could guess what was going on. He must have slept with a female singer and promised to write a song for her. But it should be a solo female singer. Why does he need a duet?!
"Let's go and listen to that woman's voice after dinner." Feng Yu shook his head. "Don't look for me for such things in the future."
There are so many top songwriters in Hong Kong, and with Fu Guangwei's wealth, he can hire anyone.
When Feng Yu saw that female singer in the recording studio, he was stunned. Why is it her? But why are her eyes red and swollen like she had been crying? Could it be she was unwilling yesterday?
"Joey, sing a few lines and let Brother Feng listen to it. He wants to write a song for you." Fu Guangwei proudly said. "This is the composer of the song you liked yesterday. He doesn't write songs easily. Na Ying and Sun Nan had become famous because of his songs."
When this girl called Joey opened her mouth, Feng Yu got a headache. Her voice was not bad, but it was not as mature as when Feng Yu listened to her songs in his previous life. But it was still very nice. But when she opened her mouth, she was singing in standard Cantonese.
In Feng Yu's impression, this girl's most popular song in China in his previous life was a Mandarin song.
"Stop. Your voice is not bad. Seems like you are a professional. Don't you know Mandarin? Hong Kong had returned to China, and I will not say much about the Chinese market. I will write a Mandarin song for you. If you can sing it, then sing it. If not, I will give it to someone else. "
Joey looked at Fu Guangwei timidly. This is not what you said last night. You said you will get a top songwriter to promote me and release an album for me. I had participated in the Karaoke competition for more than two years, and I still do not have a song of my own!
"Brother Feng, she does not know Mandarin." Fu Guangwei laughed.
"Then go and learn. Do you think I know Cantonese lyrics? But I dare to guarantee that this Mandarin song will make her popular in China and even the whole of Southeast Asia! "Actually, there is another way. That is to translate the song into English and let her sing the English version.
But Feng Yu had no problems with English. But when it comes to writing lyrics and rhyming, Feng Yu is not good at it.
After hearing Feng Yu's promise, Fu Guangwei quickly pulled Joey aside. "Hurry up and thank Brother Feng. Practice your Mandarin, and this song will surely make you popular. Think of Na Ying and Sun Nan."
Zu 'er nodded and said stiffly, "I'm learning Mandarin."
Fu Guangwei turned to Feng Yu and asked. "Brother Feng, what about the duet song?"
"No! Just one song. Do you want it or not?! "Feng Yu replied angrily. You want to sing those hit songs with that lousy voice?!
"Yes. Why not? It must be the title song for her album. I will go to Taiwan and collect 8 or 10 Mandarin songs. It should be enough for her to release a Mandarin album. "
"Give me a guitar and get a professional composer to help me record the music."
"Eh, you. That's right. You. Come over and record the music for Brother Feng. If you make any mistakes, I will teach you a lesson!" Fu Guangwei treats others differently.
Feng Yu sighed as he walked. In his previous life, he liked a female singer. But now, she had fallen for Fu Guangwei!
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