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Chapter 352 Unrealistic Ideas

"Chen, I just heard Ms. Chen say, "You plan to withdraw from the music scene after your contract with Global expires?" Seeing Mrs. Chen leave the office with Chen Chufan's two bodyguards, Kalman asked seriously.

"Uh? Mrs. Chen told you? Okay, don't look at me like this. I have this plan, but Mrs. Chen should also tell you that my current ideal is to be a composer and performer like Bach, Beethoven, etc., so even if I withdraw from the pop music scene, we can continue to cooperate!" Chen Chufan couldn't stand the melancholy look that Kalman Watt suddenly showed, and explained.

"You always like this. You just got a little score and thought about starting over. In M Country, this is the case, and it is still the case when you come back. Chen, sometimes I really want to open your head and see what is inside!" Kalman Watt shook his head helplessly and said.

"Oh, Kalman, come on! You followed me from M country to Hong Kong Island. You should know my experience. I thought I was a piano student back then. The piano playing was amazing, so you should believe that I could make a name for myself just by saying goodbye to the pop music scene!" Chen Chufan's fingers unconsciously tapped Kalman Watt's desk and explained casually.

"Yes, I admit that you are right! But I remember you have a good kung fu. I was wondering if one day you are no longer interested in music and change your career to open a martial arts school or something! Then you will say to me again, Hey, Kalman, you know me, I know Kung fu, so I am going to open a martial arts school, I will definitely do it! Chen, do you think there will be that day?" Kalman said in great depression.

"Kalman, are all Chinese people as humorous as you? Besides, who did you say that I know how to use Kung Fu in Z?" After hearing Kalman Watt's complaints, Chen Chufan was stunned.

OK, Chen Chufan admits that his current idea is different from half a year ago. But aren’t people like this? When he wanted to be a singer, he didn’t know what the life of a singer was like. Now that he knows and finds that it is not suitable for him, he should naturally fine-tune his life appropriately. This is the attitude of being responsible to himself.

However, when Kalman Watt described it like this, Chen Chufan felt completely distorted, as if he was describing him as if he was fickle. Chen Chufan obviously could not agree with Kalman Watt's wrong judgment.

"Do I need to hear others say you know how to use z-Kung Fu? Have you forgotten that you were outside the music classroom at the Burke Conservatory of Music. You used your z-Kung Fu to intimidate me!" Kalman Watt obviously still remembered the scene that day. When he said this, the corner of his mouth was thrusting unconsciously, showing an ache expression.

"No! I have never intimidated you, Kalman, and I don't know much about Kung Fu in the country, so you don't have to worry that I will give up music and open a martial arts hall in the future. At most, I don't want to play the piano anymore, so I will go to compose music, or play the violin, or play the horn. In short, don't worry, I won't open a martial arts hall!" Chen Chufan spread his hands and rejected Kalman Watt's assumption.

"Oh, my God! You actually denied that you had intimidated me? This made me deeply suspicious of your promise later!" Kalman Watt widened his eyes, looked at Chen Chufan angrily, and said loudly.

"Okay. Kalman, let's not argue about these past things. Is it meaningful? Let's talk about the important things. The songs you invited me for help. I have screened them all, and there is no one that is satisfactory. If I can't find a satisfactory song, I would rather not release a new album. I feel very stressed now. A friend of mine suggested that I spend a year to release seven or eight albums, and then I can leave the entertainment industry with peace of mind, but I found it too difficult. Just like now, I am preparing for my new album like a headless fly, but I found that I can't find the music I want. Can you feel what I feel now? This is simply terrible. You have to talk to me about some messy things. What about your public morality?" Chen Chufan spread his hands and complained.

"Seven or eight albums a year? Do you have to satisfy you with one song?" Kalman Watt was obviously stimulated by Chen Chufan's words. He looked at Chen Chufan in amazement and retorted loudly: "Do you dare to think more? Do you think the good music in your heart is the cabbage in the market? Chen, your idea itself is a blasphemy of music. Or, in fact, opening a Z martial arts hall in Chinatown, M is quite suitable for you!"

Chen Chufan was completely depressed. He knew that Ye Feng’s proposal would not be very reliable. Now that I think about it, there are so many singers in the world, and so many new songs are released every year, but they are finally regarded as classics and have been sung for more than a hundred songs. He wanted to produce seventy or eighty classic songs within a year. This idea is polite to say that he is too ambitious, or it is more appropriate to describe it as a whimsical one.

"Okay, although I admit that my idea is a bit unrealistic, I still have to do it. I went to the studio. Since I can't pick the music that makes me excited, I can only rely on myself. As for you, continue to invite songs for me. Even if I can't produce seven albums, at least two or three albums will always be released, right? You know, my contract is only one and a half years left. Anyway, after the contract expires, I will announce my withdrawal from the Chinese music scene!" Chen Chufan shrugged, and after saying that, he was about to stand up and leave Kalman Watt's office.

"Wait, Chen, what I want to say is that you haven't told Tom Jackson about your thoughts yet?" Kalman Watt asked as Chen Chufan turned around.

"No, before you knew, I only mentioned it to Mr. Chen, and now you know, I think you will tell him soon, right? So there is no secret in this world unless you will never tell others!" Chen Chufan was a little chattering. It seemed that the blow to Chen Chufan was actually quite big by Kalman Watt's words. Before this call, Chen Chufan was determined to complete his great career of producing eight albums a year.
Chapter completed!
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