America's Top Player

Chapter 126 Dirtier Than You
The thought that Quincy Jones might be in his Los Angeles mansion right now, signing off on beautiful young nannies and laughing at the stupidity of his opponents is unsettling.

Li Ang gritted his teeth, determined to retaliate with the same dirty means.

He immediately had Bonnie book a flight to Los Angeles.

The next day, in the lobby of Los Angeles International Airport.

"Damn it. None of these guys are punctual." Li Ang wrapped himself tightly and spat lightly while sitting on the chair.

He had called 50 Cent last night, and the other party promised to pick him up at the airport on time.

"Billy" brought a second spring to 50 Cent's rap career, and Li Ang's current position in his heart is comparable to Eminem.

The second reborn parent of his rap career.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, there was still no sign of 50 Cent, which reminded me of the loud background noise on the phone last night.

It was hard for him not to think that this guy had fainted from excessive stretching.

"Let's eat something first." Leon took Jorge and three younger brothers to search around the airport and finally walked into a Subway.

"Footlong cheese bread with roast beef and bacon, black pepper and onions as toppings, please."

Because Li Angmeng was very strict, and there were several Mexican thugs following him.

When the female clerk first saw the outfit, she mistakenly thought the other party was here to rob her, and she was relieved only when she realized that she worked at the airport.

As the Donald Trump Party relaxed its immigration policies, the crime rate in Los Angeles soared.

The impoverished Nigerians and illegal immigrants used to only rob grocery stores, but now even fast food restaurants like McDonald's are often affected.

The girls who often work in these places have some PTSD.

"What do you want to eat? It's my treat." Leon said to Jorge behind him.

"I think we don't need it anymore." Jorge shook his head, his eyes full of contempt. "You make so much money, but every time I go out with you it's either McDonald's or Subway."

"Time is money. Only a fool would spend hours on a meal." Li Ang spread his hands and said, "Would you like to try my combination? I learned it online. It's President Barack's favorite way to eat it."

"Since I followed a miser like you, I've lost almost ten pounds." Jorge shook his head and smiled bitterly, and the younger brothers behind him nodded repeatedly.

"It's really stupid to dwell on these facts." Leon curled his lips. "Think about it from another perspective. Even if you eat Caspian Sea caviar and cheap Wagyu beef every day, the same things will pass through your digestive system and end up in the toilet. The dopamine rush your tongue brings you usually doesn't last more than five minutes."

"You guy." Jorge was amused by this weird remark and secretly cursed Leon as the most terrible miser he had ever seen.

Back at the airport lobby, a popular singer who had sparked a Drill music craze was munching on bread with a group of bodyguards.

Li Ang had only taken two bites when he heard the sound of 50 cents.

"Hey Brother Li Ang~"

"Shxt, why is this guy so loud!" Li Ang was frightened and quickly put down the bread in his hand and pulled up his collar.

Since the release of "Billy," the already frenzied fan behavior has escalated.

Generally speaking, the controversiality of an idol and the craze of his fans are highly positively correlated.

Li Ang receives all kinds of strange gifts from fans every day.

Lipstick, underwear and the like are a thing of the past.

Devoted fans sometimes send razor blades and the odd CD of a selfie.

Middle-class girls in their rebellious period want to witness their idols in person.

There are also many people who get tattoos on private parts of their bodies despite their parents' objections or even engage in self-harm.

50 Cent first gave Leon a hug as usual, and then shook hands with Jorge.

After the last MV shooting, they are no longer strangers.

"Look at you, man, you're going out like the real Al Capone," 50 Cent joked.

Li Ang rolled his eyes. "I advise you to hire more bodyguards. Don't forget that you are also the key figure in this Beef."

"Fuck it! I don't give a shit," 50 Cent said. "If Dee Dee wants to come at me, just come at me. I want him to get shot."

Li Ang was too lazy to pay attention to him, and the group took 50 Cent's commercial vehicle to his mansion in Beverly.

The swimming pool area of the mansion was in ruins.

Cigarette butts, wine bottles, used umbrellas, and strange liquids were scattered all over the floor.

Just as he had thought before, after 50 Cent became popular again with "Biily", his dissolute life escalated.

"I should remind you not to focus all your energy on women. I haven't seen you for a few days and your muscles have obviously become smaller." Leon stood by the swimming pool and looked at the residential complex in the distance, as if searching for something.

"Haha~ Speaking of women, I should thank you, Bro~" said 50 Cent.

"Thank me for what?"

"I used to have to pay to sleep with those bitches, but now, can you believe it, these Beverly Hills bitches are willing to sleep with me for free, just to brag about it on social media!" 50 Cent's face was full of pride, and his eyebrows were almost flying to the sky.

After 2005, he rarely released any influential works and was forced to focus on movies.

"Billy" means as much to him as "Crack A Bottle," the song he collaborated with Dre and Eminem in 2009.

"Let's talk about something serious. Do you know that old guy Quincy Jones?" Leon asked.

"Jones? Bro is almost dead. I have absolutely no connection with him."

"Jones also lives in Beverly. His house isn't far from here." Leon pointed to a group of mansions in the distance. "Do you know what that old bastard likes to do?"

"Bro, do you think I'm a CIA agent?" 50 Cent laughed. "How could I possibly pry into the private life of an old man like Nicholas? I have no interest in such things."

Li Ang frowned and fell into deep thought.

An old man who has lived in seclusion for many years seems to have no weaknesses.

But according to Old Mike, the elderly and frail Jones is now obsessed with only two things - charity and women.

Young woman.

For this reason, he often attends Diddy's parties in a wheelchair, risking a stroke at any time.

Even if celebrities who hang out in Beverly Hills hold a party, they can't just pick streetwalkers.

They usually have their own exclusive agent, commonly known as a pimp.

These agents are responsible for arranging beautiful women for celebrities and protecting their clients' privacy to the greatest extent possible.

"Where does Old Jones usually find girls? You have experience in this area, maybe you can give me an answer." Leon asked.

"You're getting more and more ridiculous, Bro." 50 Cent shook his head. "Do you know how many people in Los Angeles are doing this? Finding the one you're looking for among these bitches is harder than finding Bin Laden."

Just as Li Ang had expected, asking this question would not produce any results.

Old Jones lives a secluded life and attaches great importance to his reputation, so he naturally would not make mistakes in such matters.

He has his own full-time pimp.

"It seems I have to think of another way." Li Ang thought to himself.

Last night he had devised many ways of forcing old Jones to submit.

Some of these vicious methods may even destroy the other party's hard-earned image of being a good person.

If Jones had played dirty with the Vibe deal, then Leon was even dirtier. Lust and hypocrisy were each other's weaknesses.

"Bro, I don't know why you're asking about Old Jones," 50 Cent said after a moment's silence. "Maybe you could ask Robinson."

"Robinson?" Leon's eyes lit up. "He's also a pimp?"

Pimping may sound like an insignificant little business, but it's a big business in Los Angeles, the city of desire.

Every year, countless wealthy and famous people from all over the world come here to seek pleasure and beauty, and those well-known pimps earn as much as casino agents in Las Vegas.

"I don't know if he's involved in this business." 50 Cent shook his head, "But those whores on the road in Compton can't open their legs to do business without his permission. Those pimps see him like a mouse seeing a cat."

"You're right." Li Ang felt that he should have thought of it earlier. This industry has been inseparable from gang violence since its inception.

He didn't have time to think about it and quickly called Robinson.

After understanding the purpose of the call, the other party was silent for a full half minute. "Hey, buddy, how did I behave in a way that made you mistake me for a damn pimp?"

"That's not the case. I just heard that the streetwalkers in Compton are very obedient to you." Leon quickly explained.

"That's because I'm afraid they'll spread that damn virus throughout our community!" Robinson rarely lost his composure and raised his voice three degrees.

It took Li Ang a full minute to explain and calm the other party's anger.

"Okay man, I already know what you want to do. I can help you find out, but it may not lead to any results."

"Thank you so much, I'll pay you back mate."

When dealing with a gang leader like Robinson, you must never owe him anything, especially favors.

Li Ang understood this very well.

He is ready to give Robinson more shares in the next film.

"No need for a reward. This is just a small matter for me." Robinson paused and then said, "You must urge the film to be completed as soon as possible. I can't stand that stupid guy named Davis under your command for another day!"

"Davis? What happened to him?" Leon's mind was full of question marks.

Ever since he assigned this guy to the crew to play Ice Cube, he hasn't heard from him since.

Didn't even get a single call.

He thought the other party had forgotten the apocalyptic music.

Robinson snorted coldly, "This guy is obviously a little too proud of himself because you are his boss. He fights with others on the street every day."

This was quite normal to hear, and Li Ang explained: "He is a Battle Mc, and freestyle rap is his way of gaining respect from others."

"Is that so?" Robinson said. "But this guy did everything he boasted about in his lyrics."

Li Ang was bewildered. Davis' lyrics frequently mentioned phrases like "slept with your girl" and "slept with your mother."
He immediately realized the seriousness of the matter, "I'm sorry, man, what did he do?"

"That bastard sleeps with a different girl every day. He's slept with almost every girl in the community." Robinson paused, then gritted his teeth and said:
"This bastard slept with my cousin!"

"WTF!" Leon slapped his head. He knew very well that if it weren't for him, Davis would have been shot long ago.

"I'm so sorry man, I'm going to teach this nigger a lesson."

"My cousin is completely captivated by that guy's quick tongue," Robinson said. "If the movie doesn't live up to expectations because of this guy's antics, I'm going to kick his ass!"

"Shxt" After hanging up the phone, Li Ang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He finally understood why he hadn't received a call from Davis in so long.

This guy made a leap in his life in Compton.

Not only did he play an important role in the movie, but he also stole the gang leader's cousin.

After leaving 50 Cent's house, Leon went straight to Robbie's apartment.

She recently completed all the filming of the TV series "Pan Am Stewardess" and her tour in Australia, and finally got a chance to rest.

"Honey~" As soon as he entered the door, Robbie threw himself into Leon's arms and hurriedly removed the seal on his body, "Hurry up! Whatever you want to do to me today, you can do it."

"Why are you so happy today?" Li Ang asked.

"The premiere date for 'Pan Am Stewardess' has been confirmed!" Robbie was immersed in happiness, with a proud look on his face, "It will premiere on ABC in September!"

"Really? That's great." Leon ruffled her blonde hair.

The drama has not been officially aired yet, but Li Ang already knows the general plot of the movie from his usual conversations with the other party.

Despite its eye-catching labels such as history and espionage, the drama is essentially a bland soap opera that relies on vase actors and stewardess themes to attract audiences.

Without even watching the feature film, Li Ang gave his assessment - flop!
But in any case, this is Robbie's first official Hollywood work.

"The Wolf of Wall Street" had to be repeatedly cut and revised due to the interference of investor Jho Low, the budget kept increasing, and the filming progress was slow.

There is no hope of completing the filming in the short term.

Robbie was in a good mood today, and specially wore shiny black stockings with a drop crotch as a reward to Li Ang.

After half an hour of fighting, the two lay on the sofa, leaning against each other.

Leon fiddled with Robbie's fair calves and asked, "How are the discussions about the new 007 movie going?"

"It's not going well." Robbie's expression suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, "But Maggie is still trying her best for me!"

"Why?" Leon looked puzzled. "Didn't the executives at Sony Pictures strongly recommend you?"

After investing in "Straight Outta Compton", he can be considered half a filmmaker.

Very knowledgeable about what goes on behind the scenes of film shooting.

The director is not the emperor who has the final say on the set, the investor is!

If the investor dad is unhappy, the director can be replaced at any time.

Sam Mendes has a certain dislike for Robbie because of his ex-wife Kate.

But he would not dare to go against Sony Pictures, which is both the investor and the distributor, for this reason.

"It's not about the role, it's about the scenes," Robbie explained.

"Is it about the role?" Li Ang looked confused. "I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Director Sam intended to cut the heroine's role in this film," Robbie sighed. "According to the script he gave me, my role in this film is even smaller than Mrs. M's. He proposed the concept of 'Bond Woman' instead of 'Bond Girl'."

"He said that previous 007 films used women's bodies as a selling point, which was disrespectful to women and not in line with current trends."

"What? Is this Left-Handed Man crazy?!" This was Li Ang's first reaction.

Bond girls are an indispensable key factor in every 007 movie. The purpose of this series is to create dreams for men all over the world.

Gunfights, suits, spy wars, beauties, adventures to save the world, and weird equipment
Beauty is a key factor. Sophie Marceau and Michelle Yeoh have both shined in the role of "Bond Girl".

The argument of "disrespecting women" is simply ridiculous.

In Li Ang's opinion, Sam Mendes was either brainwashed by a white left organization or...

Or maybe he has developed misogyny and is hallucinating that he was cheated on by Kate Winslet.

(End of this chapter)