America's Top Player

Chapter 112: Cuckold Tupac

Faced with JAY-Z's sarcastic "advice", Li Ang remained silent.

Those black rappers might fall for this, but Li Ang is completely immune to it.

This only strengthened his determination to leave the company!
"Perhaps, Apocalypse Music can merge with ROC. This will benefit everyone." Yomark, who had been silent all this time, spoke, and his words were extremely lethal as soon as he opened his mouth.

This guy who is always silent and doesn't act like a black person at all is the most scheming person here.

His appetite is as big as Leonard's. He wants to acquire the Apocalypse label and completely wipe out Leon's career.

Li Ang suppressed the urge to curse and squinted at Yomark. "We're just a small company. We don't make any money at all."

"It's just that you don't make money. You don't have the ability to run a record company." Yomark spread his hands. "Look at those talented girls. I can definitely see the shadows of future queens in them."

"Go fxxk yourself!" Li Ang pointed at Yomark's nose and cursed, which shocked everyone.

Yomark is not only the president of this company, but also a pure gangster.

Many of JAY-Z's shameful deeds were entrusted to this guy.

"Are you talking to me?" Yomark stood up and stared at Leon. "You don't understand what you're talking about."

The situation suddenly became tense.

JAY-Z was not in a hurry at all. He rocked his swivel chair as if he couldn't wait to see Mark show him some color.

Just when the situation began to get out of control, Li Ang's attitude suddenly took a 180-degree turn.

His expression changed from anger to a smile. "Perhaps you're right, Mr. Yomark. The most important thing to me in this circle is money."

“Most of the time, the success or failure of a thing depends on the number of chips.”

After receiving a satisfactory answer, the tense atmosphere was eased.

"You will get a satisfactory number, a number that will completely change your class and your life."

As long as the problem can be solved with money, it is not a problem. The richest man on the East Coast, Nico, is not bad at sword music.

The talk of selling the label was just Li Ang's delaying tactic. He certainly couldn't sell his money printing machine.

Selling your nets for a basket of fish is a fool's errand.

Given the current momentum of Apocalypse Music, unless the other party offers an exorbitant figure, it will not be a good deal anyway.

The meeting entered garbage time, and Lenny announced to Leon the focus of the next album promotion as if ignoring what was happening.

JAY-Z asked his assistant to light a cigar for Leon, and the two sides got along as harmoniously as a family.

After leaving ROC headquarters, Li Ang could no longer suppress the anger in his heart as soon as he got in the car.

"Fxxk! Fxxk! A bunch of greedy bastards!"

This is not the first time he has faced threats since his debut.

But this was the first time he was controlled and unable to fight back.

Jorge handed his boss a cigarette and said, "It seems that the negotiations are not going well."

"You can't get anything done with Nico, so the Mexican gangs never work with those black people."

"Maybe you can pay me some money and I can solve your problem for you."

Li Ang lit a cigarette and rolled his eyes, "I don't think you're awake yet."

The security at the entire ROC headquarters is extremely strict, with armed guards on every floor.

Having experienced the gang wars of the 90s, JAY-Z pays more attention to his own safety than anyone else.

Wherever he went, he was always protected by at least four armed bodyguards.

Among these people are retired Navy SEALs, famous retired boxers, and thugs who are notorious in the gang world.

The possibility of quietly taking out JAY-Z without causing a stir is almost zero.

Jorge tilted his head and laughed, "Haha~ As long as the price is right, many things are actually not that difficult to do."

"In Mexico, you give a manual laborer 100,000 pesos and he'll do anything for you."

Li Ang waved his hand to signal the other party not to continue.

Violence can solve most problems, but it doesn't work for JAY-Z, who has huge wealth and a complex network of relationships.

Putting aside the possibility of bloody retaliation, there is a high possibility of being sent to prison by the other party's government connections.

The next day, Li Ang boarded a flight to Los Angeles again.

Quincy Jones will arrive at the set of "Straight Outta Compton" at 2 pm to provide relevant art guidance for the filming.

"How's the filming progress?" Leon asked James Wan straight to the point as soon as he arrived on the set.

"We've already finished shooting the first reel of film. We're making incredible progress!" James Wan excitedly pointed to the extras Nick on both sides of the set. "Thanks to their help, Compton is such a welcoming city."

A reel of motion picture film is typically about 2000 feet long and contains about 15 minutes of footage.

The first reel of film covers the first fifteen minutes of the film, which is crucial for a movie.

For some picky audiences, if the first fifteen minutes of a movie leave them with no expectations at all, then even if the subsequent plot is sufficiently reversible, it will be difficult for them to give the movie a high score.

"That's not fast enough, James. We need to speed up and try to finish filming before April."

"What? You want to shoot a movie in three months, you know what you're talking about, man?"

Li Ang patted James Wan on the shoulder and said, "Three months is enough for you. You shot Saw in just 18 days. We all know you're a genius!"

Facing this PUA, James Wan had a wry smile on his face and said, "You have to know that Saw is just a low-budget horror movie."

No matter how much James Wan complained, Leon Lee insisted that filming must be wrapped up in April, all editing must be completed in May and the film must premiere.

Faced with JAY-Z's relentless pressure, he must accumulate chips before his contract expires in August.

"Our budget is very tight, and we must pay attention to the waste of film." Li Ang reminded in a low voice.

Film is the cost most likely to cause overruns on a film.

This thing may look inconspicuous but it is quite expensive.

Taking Kodak film as an example, the cost is about 50 cents per frame, and it takes 24 frames to make up one second of movie footage, which is $12.

That's over $700 for just one minute of footage.

As the number of NGs increases, the number of waste films also increases.

Not to mention the cost of developing the film, which is more expensive than the film itself.

"Don't worry, with this group of talented actors, it's hard to waste film." James Wan pointed to Kendrick and the other main actors who were gathered next to the nanny car, "Especially Boseman, he's an excellent actor."

"Oh?"

Leon looked in the direction of James Wan's finger and saw that the black actor he hired for a high price of $100 million was sitting next to Kendrick.

He listened attentively to the other person's various street stories, nodding his head like a primary school student.

"He really does look like a rare honest guy," Li Ang exclaimed.

After chatting for nearly an hour, a Lionsgate van pulled up near the set. Quincy Jones, accompanied by his daughter, Gidda Jones, slowly arrived in a wheelchair.

"Mr. Jones, welcome to Compton!" Leon grabbed the other's mummy-like hand and shook it up and down.

"Who is this?" James Wan stared at the elderly Nico in front of him and scratched his head in confusion.

"Mr. Quincy Jones, the legendary producer with 28 Grammy Awards."

"By the way, he's Michael Jackson's producer. You must be familiar with that immortal album 'Bad'!"

At Li Ang's grand introduction, the actors on the set collectively exclaimed.

The passers-by in Compton were dancing and jumping with excitement as if they were seeing a monster, and they all took out their cell phones to take pictures.

Although they didn't know the old man in front of them, MJ's identity as a producer was too important.

Jones seemed to enjoy the feeling of being the center of attention and took a long tour around the set.

He said with a look of melancholy: "Returning to Compton always reminds me of the old days."

As soon as the words fell, everyone on the set looked at him sideways.

"Have you ever been to Compton?"

"Of course!" Jones snorted unhappily. "Back then, Big E was just a kid, often chased around the streets by prostitutes carrying his high heels because he couldn't pay."

The guys burst into laughter.

As children from Compton, they have been exposed to the legendary experiences of NWA since childhood, but they have never heard of Big E having such an embarrassing experience.

However, Jones' bombshell didn't stop there. He pointed to his daughter behind him and said, "Jidada was dating Tupac for a while."

"What?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the set exploded.

If NWA was the pioneer of gangsta rap, then Tupac was the flag bearer who pushed this musical form to its peak.

"Father." Jidada frowned, as if she didn't want to mention this experience.

Jones ignored his daughter's dissuasion and continued: "They were about to get engaged, but you all know what happened in 1997."

When he said this, Jidada simply dropped his father's wheelchair, ran to the corner, took out a cigarette and started smoking.

The guys on the set were whispering to each other, and Kendrick cursed out loud: "F**k those scumbags!"

Leon stood aside without saying a word, completely unmoved by old Jones's sentimental remarks.

It's really shameless to use your daughter's scar to get closer to the guys on the set.

What's more, almost everyone in the circle knew that it was Diddy who sent someone to murder Tupac, while Old Jones often attended Diddy's silver parties.

He can throw everything behind his mind for the sake of profit and is shameless to the extreme.

When the filming started again, the number of NGs increased significantly due to the presence of old Jones.

"Boseman, watch your emotions. Dre wasn't a hot-tempered person when he was younger. He won't confront Ice Cube head-on."

"Stop, reshoot this scene! Big E doesn't get jealous over women! Thick and thin always have women playing together!"

In order to make the characters in the movie closer to the original, he never stopped talking from beginning to end.

Seeing that Jones was getting more and more excited and even wanted to revise the original script, Leon quickly signaled James Wan: "Let's stop here today."

After the filming was completed, Jones was not allowed to return to the hotel, but was invited to stay and continue discussing the plot of the movie.

They arrived at Robinson's house.

Jones spent the entire afternoon giving orders on the set, which not only delayed the filming process but also resulted in the waste of tens of thousands of dollars worth of film.

Li Ang thought it was time to reveal his true purpose to him, regarding that all-important hip-hop magazine.

Robinson's big house was still bustling with activity, with more than twenty men and women gathered there, making it look like a dormitory.

But regardless of gender, they all have one thing in common - they all have a Glock on their waist.

Just like the last time I saw Robinson, this guy was still leaning on the sofa, struggling with the flight school mission in GTA:SA that he seemed like he would never be able to complete.

When he saw Li Ang, he immediately threw away his game controller and greeted him enthusiastically: "Long time no see, my bro~"

After the hug, he immediately noticed old Jones in a wheelchair.

Li Ang was about to introduce them when the two of them hugged each other.

"I haven't seen Mr. Jones in almost ten years."

"I never thought that the mysterious friend Li Ang mentioned was actually you. I was so surprised."

Seeing the intimacy between the two old friends, Li Ang scratched his head in confusion and asked, "Do you know each other?"

"Of course, in the '90s, Mr. Jones would often come to Compton, looking for young rappers with talent. He would appear wherever there was a smell of money."

"It's a shame he didn't find the next Tupac."

Faced with this slightly sarcastic compliment, Jones laughed awkwardly.

The gangsta rap craze of the 90s made street urchins from the ghetto popular.

By catching this trend, those hooligans who have nothing suddenly have the opportunity to become rich overnight.

The income from working, stealing, and even drug trafficking cannot compare to the appeal of rap to them!
Not long after a few pleasantries, Robinson walked around and came behind Jidada and whispered something.

I don’t know what she said, but a blush instantly appeared on Jidada’s face, and she looked shy.

Robinson asked all the irrelevant brothers in the room to go back to the room, and he started fiddling with the wine utensils and showing off his cocktail mixing skills.

While waiting, Leon came to him and asked quietly, "How did you and Jones know each other?"

Robinson replied perfunctorily, "Didn't I tell you he used to hang out in Compton in the 90s, looking for the gold mine he'd always dreamed of?"

"Don't try to play tricks on me. I can tell you and that black girl must have some secret."

After being exposed, Robinson stopped pretending and simply threw out the answer: "I slept with his daughter, and she had two abortions for me in 1996."

Li Ang laughed out loud. Combined with the ambiguous behavior between the two before, it was exactly as he had guessed.

But he quickly realized something was wrong. "You mean 1996?"

"Yes, I remember it clearly. We did it on the streets at midnight, in my drug workshop, and even in the police's car."

"WTF" Leon's heart was unsettled, not because of these outrageous battle locations.

In 1996, Ji Dada and Tupac were in love.

After a moment's silence, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you saying you cheated on Tupac?"

"Nonono," Robinson shook his finger. "To be precise, Tupac was the latecomer between us. Old Jones sent his daughter to Tupac like a whore for profit."

"I don't understand why you brought Jones to me. If it weren't for the fact that this fat old bastard is about to meet his God, I'm afraid I wouldn't treat him very well."

(End of this chapter)