America's Top Player

Chapter 116 America Mental Hospital
For the next three days, Li Ang was busy attending various interview programs.

Bonnie operates the social media account non-stop, sending more than 50 tweets a day and spewing trash talk 24 hours a day.

In the end, no one in the company could think of any new swear words, so Li Ang simply started to expose the negative information about Didi's party.

"Your column interview in XXL magazine has achieved very good results. We have attracted a lot of attention recently." Bonnie held the latest issue of XXL magazine.

This hip-hop magazine, as a latecomer, surpassed the old hip-hop magazine "Vibe" amid the sluggish market of traditional print media.

Street gunfights, beef conflicts, and romantic disputes.
This magazine became the best-selling hip-hop magazine by skirting the line and attracting attention.

"Very good." Li Ang quickly glanced at the column interview in the magazine.

He opened fire in his column and turned on mad dog mode.

He spoke without restraint and revealed many unknown details of Didi's party.

Whether it was something he had seen, heard, or imagined.

In the rap DISS war, no one cares about the authenticity of the offensive language, but only pursues the lethality to instantly break the opponent's defense.

So Li Ang directly revealed the shocking news: almost all the male singers promoted by Didi had maintained intimate physical relationships with her.

Justin Bieber became popular not because he is a musical genius, but because he has a taillight as white and tender as a woman's.

Pitbull often performs a happy threesome with Jennifer Lopez and Diddy.

Chris Brown is Diddy's pet
In addition to his boss JAY-Z and sister-in-law Beyoncé, he mentioned almost all the singers in the circle who were related to Diddy.

For a time, everyone in the music industry felt insecure, especially those singers who often attended crazy parties.

No one wants to be bitten by this mad dog who values traffic more than his life. He has almost become the public enemy of the entire entertainment industry.

Now, even when Leon goes to the bathroom, Jorge has to follow him closely to guard against possible sniper shots.

But even so, Li Ang's West Coast camp is still at a disadvantage in this Beef.

Because no rapper on the entire West Coast has released a significant diss song.

Eminem announced that he would release new music in the near future, but it turned out to be more of a fuss than action.

The only one to actually respond was Cardi B, who had already finished recording the song and was currently filming the music video with her Bloods gang in her Bronx hometown.

The benefits brought by black traffic were quickly converted into real monetary figures.

The sales of all Apocalypse Music records soared like a rocket.

Currently, Robbie's "Faded" has been in the Billboard TOP10 for more than 15 weeks, and Ariana ranks fourth on the list.

Adele took the top three spots.

Looking at the numbers rising in the company's account, Li Ang knew that it was all worth it.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Li Ang took a business car to Kissena Park in Queens.

The purpose of this trip was to attend a rally of tens of thousands of people organized by the "Liberate the Chest Organization".

As they were on the road, he had a vague feeling that this rally was not that simple.

The crowd participating in the rally lined up in neat rows like an army of the dead, holding up flags with thunder patterns on them and marching towards the battlefield of Kissena Park.

Later, a large number of them removed the seals on their upper bodies on the way, allowing Da Lei to fully feel the air of freedom.

There are also eye-catching slogans written on it in black marker: "Liberate your chest" and "We want links, not wars"!
"Wow~ These bitches are so generous! No woman in Mexico would let you watch this for free. You have to pay if you want to watch it!"

"America is indeed a great country~" As the driver of this trip, Jorge the Hammer exclaimed repeatedly as he looked around.

Sometimes he would point fingers at the shape and size of Da Lei, and his aggressive driving style almost caused traffic accidents on the road several times.

Li Ang had no interest in appreciating the scenery outside the window. These women were either too old or too ugly.

The head, which looks pretty good, seems to be a little abnormal.

His mind was now full of how to approach the big shot Charlie Evans at the upcoming meeting.

"Look, look, man!" Jorge pointed forward frantically as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

"What?" Li Ang came closer curiously. The disgusting scene almost made him vomit out the food he had eaten the previous night.

She was a woman with a plump figure, or to be more precise, a man dressed like a woman.

He got a tattoo of Leon's face from the album "Take Me to Church" on his butt.

This song is regarded as a classic "song" by quite a number of people because of its strong anti-British connotations and the strong sense of redemption exuded throughout the song.

However, Li Ang never made any explanation in public because he was worried that it would affect his record sales.

"It seems like you are worshipped as some kind of totem by these fools~" Jorge grinned and laughed.

"WTF! Drive the car away! I'm afraid I'm going to kick this bitch's ass."

It took nearly an hour to walk through just three streets, and the last street was only about 200 meters away from the rally site.

Even though Jorge cursed at the top of his lungs and honked the horn frantically, the vehicle could not move forward even a single step.

In order not to delay the performance at the rally, they had no choice but to walk.

After passing through the streets full of "landmines", we finally arrived at Kissena Park.

Li Ang immediately contacted Cindy and was led by the staff into the backstage of the rally speech.

"OMG! Li Ang!" A bloated middle-aged woman shook the fat on her belly and waved to Li Ang from a distance.

Her gaze was like that of a greedy she-wolf.

The point is, this woman is wearing almost nothing, with only sporadic paintings covering important parts.

Even so, there is no desire to take a look.

The middle-aged woman trotted over to Li Ang, her voice trembling, "I'm Cindy! God, I never thought that one day I would be able to be so close to you!"

Li Ang suppressed his nausea and accepted the other person's hug. He rolled his eyes and said perfunctorily, "Miss Cindy, you are as charming as you look in the photo."

Jorge stood aside with his arms folded, laughing heartily without caring about the gazes of the women around him.

The laughter sounded even more piercing to Leon, and he looked hopeless. "Shxt, why should I stay with such a bunch of idiots?"

Even though he thought so in his heart, he still showed his utmost flattery on the surface.

Although most of the people at the rally are ordinary people, they are mainly housewives, divorced women or college students who are inexperienced in the world.

Their social status is not high.

But in today's world where "political correctness" is paramount, this group of people has become the favorites of those in power and celebrities who are vying to win them over.

Li Ang is not a conservative in the traditional sense, but he always scoffs at the increasingly radical political propositions of the Donor Party.

In the early years, American politicians were still a group of decent people, at least they would put in some superficial efforts for the sake of basic decency.

And now, they have lost all their dignity for the sake of damn votes.

The increasingly dirty and irrelevant awakening movement is spreading like a plague, driven by political elites such as Charlie.

But Leon hopes that such a movement will spread to every corner of the United States. Without this group of fools, who will he make money from?

Cindy spoke passionately on the stage, holding a one-centimeter-thick speech manuscript in her hand. The audience burst into warm cheers with every word she spoke.

The women were shaking their bodies wildly, and the radicals wrote words like "I am a bitch" or "Link Freedom" on their bodies with paint, falling into a state of complete frenzy.

Even with this momentum, some conservatives still stormed the rally. They wore cowboy hats, jackets with the Stars and Stripes, and their skin had the reddish hue of white manual laborers from long exposure to the sun.

But the protests from these few people were quickly drowned out by women throwing out their bras.

"What a bunch of crazy women." Li Ang leaned against the wall backstage, smoking a cigarette while waiting for the order to go on stage to perform.

Cindy kept talking on and on, and after nearly an hour of waiting, she finally showed signs of stopping.

She roared into the microphone at the top of her lungs, "Today we have a special guest! He's a popular singing star and a millionaire from the ghetto!"

yeah!!
The crowd instantly went wild, they knew who was going to perform next.

"His nickname was Brownsville's Street Coconut Crisp, but more importantly, he was a rebel and a true fighter!"

"Please welcome the great fighter Leon Smith!"

After hearing the instructions, Li Ang quickly jumped onto the stage. Although he had prepared himself mentally, he was still attacked by dozens of bras as soon as he showed his face.

He pushed aside the bra hanging on his head and forced a very artificial smile, "You are the best!"

In the middle of the performance, an audience member, in a state of extreme excitement, tore off the last seal on his body and threw a biological weapon at the stage.

Fortunately, according to the agreement, he only had to sing the song "Take Me to Church".

After the performance, he left the stage in a hurry, almost as if he was escaping.

"Hou Lixie! This place is like a giant mental hospital!" Li Ang couldn't help but complain in the waiting area.

At this time, a hand fell on his shoulder. Although the fingers were a little dry, they were as slender as a woman's.

It is clear that these hands have never been used for manual labor.

Senator Charlie Evans!
"You sang very well, Mr. Leon. Look at the audience's reaction~" Charlie said with a typical politician's smile, "You remind me of a young Michael Jackson."

Li Ang looked carefully at this evergreen in New York politics.

He was not tall, wore gold-rimmed glasses, a decent suit, and his hair was meticulously groomed.

The smile seemed to have been trained repeatedly and remained fixed on his face.

He immediately extended his right hand and greeted the other party enthusiastically, "Mr. Charlie, it is my honor to be able to participate in such a great movement."

"Excellent, you're a truly remarkable young man. I know you've written many songs, but it's a shame we can only hear one live today." Chuck pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and continued, "I think the audience is still wanting more."

Li Ang understood almost immediately after the words were spoken.

Politicians rely on celebrities to expand their influence, and celebrities rely on politicians to gain higher social status.

The two take advantage of each other.

What Charlie meant was that he wanted to participate in more opportunities like this and serve as a free publicity tool.

He replied without hesitation: "As long as you need me, I can show up at rallies all over the United States at any time! I love these guys, what a lovely group of people!"

"Very good!" Charlie patted Leon's shoulder and said half-jokingly, "This is not for me, but for the freedom of all American citizens!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Li Ang said perfunctorily while cursing Charlie's shamelessness.

The rally lasted for more than two hours, and it was only at the very end that the distinguished Senator made his grand entrance.

He spoke for five minutes according to a script, talking nonsense about "great, glorious, and correct" and then hurried away.

As a senator, his schedule is busier than that of an average singer. Leon originally thought that Charlie would leave immediately after his speech.

But he didn't expect that the other party would return to the backstage just for him.

"Leon, I have something I want to talk to you about. It's a very personal matter."

A senator wants to talk to me about personal matters on the first meeting?
Li Ang was completely confused as to what the hell his charm was.

"Please speak, sir."

Charlie raised the corners of his mouth, hesitated for two seconds and said: "Young people nowadays take star singers like you as role models, instead of looking at soldiers as heroes like our generation did."

"Of course, you singers are heroes too, but your battles weren't fought in the humid jungles of Vietnam."

After a long and beautiful speech, Charlie finally showed his claws, "My little son Henry, a sunny and handsome boy."

"He loved music so much that as a child he would often dress up as Elvis and give concerts in the yard."

"He just graduated from Juilliard this year."

Li Ang quickly figured out the other party's intentions.

Elite politicians like Charlie generally do not allow their children to get involved in the entertainment industry.

Although this business makes a lot of money, it is not decent enough in their eyes.

But Charles has many children, most of whom work in law-related fields and then transition into politicians.

As for what path a willful younger son wants to choose, it is not so worth correcting.

"I've already reminded him not to be late. Henry should be here soon." Charlie looked down at his watch.

In order to get close to Charlie, Leon had no choice but to wait for the arrival of this young man.

About ten minutes later, when the crowd had gradually dispersed, Henry finally arrived.

He has striking rainbow-colored hair and looks a lot like WWE wrestler Jeff Hardy.

He also looked listless, and it seemed that he had been using opioids such as Fentaifenesin for many years.

But he looked thinner and more immature than Jeff.

Like a darker version of Justin Bieber.

"How many times have I reminded you not to be late?" Charlie put his arm around his son's shoulders and said, "Look, this is the Leon you always wanted to see!"

Henry's excitement was almost overflowing from his face.

He held Li Ang's hand tightly, his eyes shining: "God damn it! Mr. Li Ang, I'm your biggest fan!"

"My room is full of your posters, and I can't fall asleep without staring at your pictures every night!"

"It's my honor." Li Ang responded politely on the surface, but what he was thinking in his heart was: You'd better not do anything weird with my photos.

Henry was so excited that he couldn't stop talking. "The beef between you and Diddy, the owner of Bad Boy Records, has swept the entire Internet community. My friends and I just made a bet today."

"What are you betting on?"

"Haha!" Henry flipped his rainbow-colored hair, acting like a playboy. "Let's bet on how many bullets you'll get shot at! I bet you'll get shot at more than 50 Cent!"

Upon hearing this, Li Ang's expression immediately darkened.

If he didn't take the other person's identity into consideration, he would have slapped him.

"Watch your words and actions, kid!" Charlie frowned and reminded him.

Li Ang gritted his teeth and chatted with Henry for more than ten minutes. He originally thought that he was just a playboy who was obsessed with chasing stars and he could just deal with him casually.

But the other party's purpose goes beyond this.

“I’m very interested in being a singer.”

"And you, Mr. Li Ang, are the creator I admire most in this circle."

(End of this chapter)