I Really Didn’t Want to be a Savior

Since then, a heated discussion broke out in the private room of this high-end private restaurant.

Chen Feng acts as an intermediary, responsible for controlling the overall situation.

This big discussion was started by Zhong Lei from the artistic perspective of sound, while Ryan explained from a scientific perspective.

Everyone started around the influence of sound on human thinking, and then discussed the possibility of finer control of the secretion of neurotransmitters such as human hormones and dopamine.

This is a huge subject, and the three of them started an extensive and precise discussion.

Although Zhong Lei is never arrogant, Chen Feng knows that she is now the most talented person in the world to play voice.

Ryan's ability is not too much.

His forays are extremely wide, and even more terrifying are almost all masters.

Although his achievements in other disciplines are not as good as his essence in mathematics and applied physics, he has reached the level of university lecturer or above.

Ryan's potential can reach the kind of all-round scientist and grandmaster level that is almost impossible to be born in later generations.

Zhong Lei: "Sound is a wave, this wave can cause the brain to resonate, and then secrete substances..."

"Yes, but we have to go back to the human body to analyze. What wavelength and frequency can promote the secretion of neurotransmitters? The human neurotransmitters include... the part of the human brain that is responsible for different emotions and functions Yes...the process from the birth of these transmitters to the transmission of information along the nerve walk is..."

After hearing this, Chen Feng was almost a bit ignorant.

He learned esoteric technology after 800 years, but he did not learn very well, and there were hundreds of years of knowledge gaps in the middle.

He couldn't make ends, and he didn't make any mistakes.

But he didn't care much, he didn't understand, and the two knew.

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

Chen Feng shot 50,000 dollars to make the waiter and his boss work overtime decisively.

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

Rein returned to Beverly Hills with unwilling intentions, and Chen Feng and Zhong Lei returned to Mason College by helicopter.

Zhong Lei didn't talk much the whole way. Obviously she was still immersed in the intense discussion just now.

When Chen Feng sent her downstairs to the dormitory, preparing to go upstairs, she suddenly recovered and looked back at Chen Feng with a sharp eye.

"Wait, I know it's difficult, but I will succeed! I wait for the day you chase me down, and I will refuse you three times before I agree!"

Chen Feng smiled.

"Then you have to come on. We have only about a few decades to wait."

"nonsense!"

Zhong Lei turned around, akimbo, took a firm step, and went upstairs.

Chen Feng shook his head with a smile, and walked back with a happy mood.

Now he is very happy with his decision to save Ryan.

What is most important in the 21st century?

Talent!

What kind of talent is most important?

Talent that can be used for me!

He knew what he had done.

Not only by chance, but also by himself twice to save people, he retained the important fire.

He fished Ryan out from under the coffin board.

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

One is a top artist in the top ten of the millennium, and the other is that although he died prematurely, the upper limit of talent seems to be comparable to the top scientist of Sergey.

Now these two powerful cadres are in the stage of being young and powerful, the most agile thinking and the most creative.

Moreover, he also found a perfect occasion, brewing a perfect atmosphere, so that the two men competed with each other, each burst out the strongest fighting spirit.

Of course, it was mainly Zhong Lei's dissatisfaction.

She refused to accept the "love rival".

This has nothing to do with Chen Feng's explanation or not.

Anyway, she was very unhappy looking at Ryan, feeling that this man was robbing a man with herself.

As for Ryan, he may be a little low on EQ and fail to detect Zhong Lei’s hostility, but his scientific literacy and instinct as a scholar will make him involuntarily produce corresponding autonomy in the face of doubts and scientific discussions Thinking and expressing your position and opinions.

During the discussion between the two, Chen Feng seemed to see the lightning spark generated by the collision of thoughts at the dinner table.

The sparks of these two people converged on their own conductors.

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

When discussing the end of the game, he still hadn't got enough.

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 too great! I would like to be a follower of your philosophy like Zhong Lei! If true Can create such a song, then we can selectively provide it to specific listeners. We can make the focus people more focused, and make the progressive people more progressive! This is too helpful for the development of human civilization Now!"

Chen Feng nodded first.

He remembered the cruel survival of the fittest model thousands of years later.

He said tentatively: "In fact, there is no need to choose the audience? Can you also listen to everyone? Let the decadent people of the light and shadow be more decadent, then these people can be eliminated early, is it good for civilization?"

Ryan thought for a moment, did not agree or refute, only said: "That is another subject. My anthropology is not enough, and I am not sure whether the ultimate result of stripping diversity is good or bad."

Chen Feng nodded and stopped asking.

This question, after thousands of years, actually failed to get the correct answer.

Of course, the situation conceived by Ryan will only cause trouble in the first 500 years.

If it can really be done, then after five hundred years, it must naturally be broadcast on all channels indiscriminately so that everyone can listen.

At that time, we did not seek meritoriousness but never fought for it. As long as we can eliminate the penetration of "Song of the World" and maintain the creativity of human beings, it is a great achievement.

Because of the breakthrough progress in the matter, in the next few days, Chen Feng did not rush back to the country, but stayed in Los Angeles and only controlled the domestic movements.

This is a pain for Meng Xiaozhou, who has to host the overall situation in China for a while, and in the blink of an eye, get Los Angeles to do big business selling songs and making dollars.

But Meng Xiaozhou did not complain, but enjoyed it.

Lao Meng is also an ambitious person.

Before joining Xingfeng Entertainment in order to repay human relations, but he did not want to be overkill.

Now Chen Feng's stride is so fast and big. The company's progress is very fast. Although he is tired, he has a kind of high-flying bird that can display his talents.

Meng Xiaozhou is not afraid of tiredness, only that he cannot show his ambitions.

Chen Feng maintained the frequency of every other day, personally presided over a discussion of the two geniuses.

The three people discussed the issue from the restaurant to the acoustic laboratory, piano piano room, university classroom, concert hall performance, Professor Mason's class, etc.

Whenever Zhong Lei and Ryan had an irreconcilable disagreement on a certain issue, Chen Feng came to be a referee by feeling.

Things are moving forward slowly and firmly bit by bit.

Chen Feng's eyes seemed to be able to see through the fog, seeing that the real war song belonging to mankind was waving to himself.

It was a dawn of ~www.ltnovel.com~ created by him.

He planted the seeds, hoping to produce good results in the future.

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

In front of him was a notebook with a gilded skin, exquisite workmanship, and a slap size.

The pen he used to write was the special sharp-point pen. The ink could last for more than a hundred years without fading.

The paper of the notebook is also special. Under proper sealing, it can be used for three hundred years without humification.

Yes, he is writing tips for himself in the upcoming "Virtual Timeline".

This is the plan he made early in the morning.

Now that the crossing is imminent, it is time to complete.