I Really Didn’t Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 174 - 143: The Second "Dead Person"_l

Chapter 174: Chapter 143: The Second “Dead Person”_l

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Give me a guitar, and I can move half of the world.

Someone from the manor found a guitar and handed it over.

Carrie Thomas quickly took the initiative to take the guitar.

Her heart trembled slightly afterward.

This guitar was not ordinary.

As soon as she touched it, she knew its quality and noticed the engraving and signature on it.

This guitar was made by a master, and the nameplate alone was worth a hundred thousand dollars.

Carrie Thomas was shocked by the level of the guitar while others were shocked by the level of her being Harrison Clark’s “assistant.”

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“This is Carrie Thomas, the producer of ‘Self-Combustion.¹

‘Tve heard that song; it’s amazing. She’s his assistant?”

“Who is this guy?”

“I heard he’s the boss of Thomas Company.”

“No wonder such a talented producer would be his assistant.”

“No, they say he’s even more talented than Carrie Thomas. He should be considered her mentor.”

“Such a young mentor?”

“Carrie Thomas, who wrote ‘Self-Combustion,’ is also young.”

“True.”

As these people whispered to each other, Harrison Clark had already tuned the guitar.

He didn’t care about the quality of the guitar; as long as it was in tune, he started playing.

He felt a bit awkward in this situation, but by closing his eyes and ignoring everyone, he got through it.

The first song he chose was a British musician’s work created in 2047 called “Starry Dream Carnival.”

It was a classic work that combined postmodern magical realism and medieval opera styles, known as magical songs.

Its main feature was the electronic transformation of traditional opera, but it didn’t merely focus on beats and sounds. Instead, it made the unique tones of opera clearer and more varied, creating a dreamy effect.

In the year 2047, “Starry Dream Carnival” was a masterpiece.

But in 2020, it was an innovative and exploratory work that no one had ever heard of before.

Originally, the birth of this song required at least twenty years of accumulation and countless people creating one exploratory song after another. Then, a remarkable person would stand out, draw upon the strengths of previous works, and discard their shortcomings.

Now, Harrison Clark reversed the cause-and-effect relationship and let the culmination of the work be bom first.

From then on, the development of magical opera was brought by Harrison Clark into another history that had never been seen before.

Whether the development of magical opera in the next twenty years would be faster than in the other timeline, Harrison Clark couldn’t predict what would happen after 2047.

He didn’t know whether this development was good or bad, but others at the scene were deeply drawn into the new style.

Even if the guitar could only show less than one percent of the charm of the magical opera, experts could still recognize the quality. All the Grammy winners, nominees, and producing team members at the scene only needed to hear the introduction to know.

Harrison Clark’s guitar playing skills were impeccable and mature.

The song he played was more unique, an unprecedented style that was his innovation but extremely fascinating.

After a long while, Harrison Clark stopped playing, pressed the strings, and said nothing with a smile.

People were silently savoring and digesting the music.

Everyone knew that this was just the guitar accompaniment of a complete work, and perhaps he had made some on-the-spot adaptations to fill the rhythm.

What would the complete song be like?

Was he trying to create a new genre?

Like blues?

Could they buy this song? How much would it cost? What price would they have to pay to get it?

Everyone was scratching their heads with curiosity.

But Harrison Clark didn’t give any further explanation and immediately started playing the next song.

“This…”

It was another completely different style, still a never-before-heard rhythm.

About twenty minutes passed, and Harrison Clark returned the guitar.

He played the guitar accompaniment for six songs in total.

The other five songs were slightly inferior to “Starry Dream Carnival,” but not by much.

In any case, with all these people here, he was not afraid of someone listening and then trying to steal the copyright.

Moreover, he believed that before today was over, all six of his songs would be sold.

“Well, goodbye, everyone.”

Harrison Clark waved his hand, turned around with Carrie Thomas, and left.

As expected, within two seconds, someone rushed out and stopped them.

Harrison Clark looked back, and apart from Layna, most of the old and young people were strangers to him.

He had brought the opportunity to everyone’s doorstep, and if they missed it, it would be foolish.Even though Layna had known in advance that Harrison Clark had songs to sell and was mentally prepared for their quality, she still couldn’t control herself at this moment.

Harrison, on the other hand, seemed determined to leave, appearing utterly disappointed with the party’s caliber.

But ultimately, he stayed because his acquaintance Katie Swift came rushing out after hearing the news.

At the same time, Layna publicly exposed Moray’s manipulation just now.

When the causes and consequences were combined, many doubts arose.

The mansion’s owner is a billionaire with significant influence in the European and American film and music industries, with businesses spanning media, cinemas, and talent agencies, among other fields.

At this moment, the billionaire glared at Moray with a gloomy face, and then pointed at Maxwell Campbell and others who were still watching the excitement from afar, “Did you deliberately let them impersonate our distinguished guests and sneak in?”

Moray kept shaking his head, firmly denying it, claiming he was deceived.

But his defense was meaningless.

It was Moray himself who brought the two to the servants, insisting they were the invited guests without presenting an invitation.

Moray’s little operation would have gone unnoticed if no one questioned it.

Or, even if Harrison and Carrie Thomas had slightly less influence, they would have to put up with it.

But the reality is already like this, and everything is meaningless.

Moray was dismissed on the spot.

Moreover, a lawyer’s letter awaits him.

His suspicious financial dealings will be exposed, and the $200,000 he just received will completely destroy his career and send him to prison.

Harrison returned to the mansion surrounded by many influential figures.

From his home country to Los Angeles, standing among specific people, the popularity of Harrison and Carrie Thomas shifted, as if Harrison was the star, and Carrie was just an accessory.

But Carrie didn’t mind.

She enjoyed seeing such scenes, thinking that talented and capable people like Harrison deserved respect.

That day, Harrison sold a total of eight songs.

Aside from the six he played, others placed orders for two more.

The average selling price for each song was one million dollars.

Moreover, he obtained all the shared copyrights, meaning that anyone using his songs must pay him one million dollars and share copyrights with him, with subsequent revenues giving him 30% to 50%.

In addition, Harrison could continue to make Chinese versions, and five years later, the song’s copyright would automatically return to him. On the one hand, the contract was extended, and on the other, Harrison could give it to others to sing.

This condition was very demanding, and only top-tier producers with high status in Europe and America could obtain it.

But this was just Harrison’s opening success.

After finishing the official business, Harrison took Carrie for a casual stroll around the venue.

“Congratulations, Mr. Clark, I’m glad to meet you.”

A standard Mandarin greeting sounded behind him.

Harrison turned around.

Standing in front of him was a slightly older Chinese face.

In a foreign land, especially on this occasion, it was gratifying to see a fellow countryman who was also invited.

Harrison raised his wine glass and gently signaled to the other party, “Hello, nice to meet you. Excuse me, who are you?”

The man also raised his wine glass, “My name is Rainer.”

“Huh?” Harrison shook his head, “I’m sorry, I meant your Chinese name. I’m not very good at remembering foreigners’ names.”

The man laughed heartily.

“No, no… Ha! Hahaha! It’s my mistake, I forgot. My surname is Rai, and my given name is En, originally from Sheffield.” He scratched his head, “Our surname Rai isn’t an especially small one, is it?”

Harrison laughed dumbfoundedly, accidentally making a blunder.

“Sorry, I’ve been surrounded by foreigners here, with names like Wright, Rice, and Leonardo. My mind was preoccupied, and I didn’t recognize it right away.” He bowed repeatedly, “I apologize.”

Suddenly, his body jolted, and his eyes widened, pointing at Rainer, and said in a high-pitched tone, “Are you Rainer? That Rainer?”

“Yes. What’s up?” Now it was Rainer’s turn to be puzzled.

Harrison asked again, “Do you write songs?”

“Well, of course, that’s why I’m here. But compared to you, Mr. Clark, I’m just an insignificant amateur, not even worth mentioning. I’m embarrassed.”

Hearing this, Harrison gasped in shock, as if thunder had struck his heart.

After Susan Lambert, Harrison met another “dead person” in history.

This person’s value was about 50 million to 100 million times that of Susan Lambert.

Rainer doesn’t write songs as an amateur; on the contrary, he’s excellent, or else he wouldn’t be here.

He was just being modest.

His real ambition was not here; writing songs was just for fun.

His so-called amateurism was only because he was too outstanding and talented in his main field.

Rainer’s true field was science.

Rainer was an excellent amateur composer and top scientist who made a name for himself in history before reaching the age of thirty.

He died at 29, just this year..