America's Top Player

Chapter 146 Rap on the Ground
"BMF Belt" Dyna chewed these three letters over and over in his head, and felt more and more that this was indeed a better design.

The audience booed the boring game.

He threw away the drink bottle while leaving the stage to vent his anger.

If GSP, who is heading up the main event, wasn't Canadian, the boos would have been even louder.

This is where the UFC is right now.

They cannot always rely on a national hero to make money with the support of the national vote bank. They must quickly bring out the next global superstar like Brock Lesnar.

"I'll consider your suggestion, buddy," Dyna said.

"That's great. I'm also looking forward to working with UFC."

"Then I'll take it as your verbal agreement?"

"I never change my words easily," Li Ang said with a smile, "especially promises to friends."

UFC executives will make detailed plans for the BMF title fight within a week.

If nothing unexpected happens, Li Ang will sign a three-year contract with UFC, and UFC will need to hold at least three BMF title fights within three years.

During BMF competitions and promotions, his likeness may be used freely for event promotion.

At the same time, he must be present at every game to present awards to the players.

The conversation went very pleasantly, and Dyna and Leon shook hands as they left the stage surrounded by security guards.

There are always some crazy boxing fans hanging around the exit aisle.

They would spill their drinks and vent their frustrations with trash talk when the players left the stage.

Leon and Dyna suffered the same treatment when they left the stage.

A young white man with short blond hair yelled at them frantically:

"Dyna! Look at me, Dyna!"

“I am the champion of Ireland, the people’s champion!”

"Jose Aldo is trash and GSP is a dickless sissy!"

"Give me a chance and I'll throw all the garbage here into the grave. I'll kill anyone who stands in my way!"

The thin young man was so excited that he looked like a lion with its fur standing on end.

As the president of UFC, Dyna is no stranger to such situations.

He didn't even bother to look up at the man and walked straight forward.

However, Leon was attracted by the young man and stopped to stare at him for a few seconds.

"Don't pay attention to these guys. Ireland is full of bastards like him." Dyna whispered in Leon's ear.

When the young man saw that Leon was attracted to him, his next actions became even crazier.

"Leon! I know you! Street Coconut Crisp, you're a tough bastard!"

"I'm a born asshole too! What are you talking about with Dyna? I need a chance to prove myself!"

As he said this, the young man actually jumped directly from the three-meter-high audience seats to the contestant passage.

As a result, the moment he landed, he was pressed against the wall by Jorge and his brothers.

The Didi shooting incident has not been resolved yet, and the security personnel are on edge.

What Li Ang didn't expect was that the man showed no fear in the face of the Mexican thug who was two or three times bigger than him.

He kept trying to fight back with his fists, shouting, "Let me go, you damn Mexican bastards!"

"Look at you, big guy. Do you think size is everything?"

"Put us both in the same cage, and I'll show you what cruelty is!"

"Really?" Jorge narrowed his eyes and stared at the young man in front of him.

My right hand unconsciously stretched towards my hips.

Fortunately, he immediately realized that they were not on the street and retracted his hand.

The time when fists were the truth is long gone;
On the streets, bullets are the truth.

Seven bodyguards grabbed the man and threw him out like a pig.

"Wait." Leon patted Jorge's shoulder, "Let him go."

"Boss?" Jorge looked confused.

"It's okay, just do as I say," Leon said. "Let me talk to this guy."

The white man immediately broke free, spewing trash, "You wimps, do you dare stand in the cage with me one on one?!"

He straightened the collar of his shirt and walked up to Leon.

Switch expressions in one second.

The fierceness just now disappeared immediately, and he said obediently, "Brother Li Ang~ I am your biggest fan! Your work gives me a lot of strength."

The meaningless flattery made Li Ang frown, "What's your name?"

"Conor McGregor!" the man shouted excitedly. "I'm the Irish fighting champion!"

"Okay, Connor, you're very passionate." Leon asked, "What do you want to get?"

"I want Dyna to give me a chance, and I'll tear those hypocritical bastards apart in the Octagon!"

Li Ang nodded, turned around and called Dyna over.

He doesn't know how good Connor is at fighting.

Judging from just a few minutes of contact, his ability to talk trash is absolutely top-notch.

The crazy temperament revealed in his every gesture is also in line with the theme of "BMF".

"Okay man, I understand what you mean." Dyna's expression was quite helpless.

Since Li Ang has spoken, he must give the other party this face.

He walked up to Connor and asked, "Kid, what's your professional record?"

"6 wins and 2 losses, all by knockout!" Conor was excited. "All the matches I lost were submitted by those damn fags using ground locks."

"I see. Do you have an agent?" Dyna was too lazy to listen to the other party continue. "Give me your agent's phone number and I will consider giving you a contract."

A record of 6 wins and 2 losses in the minor leagues was too ordinary in his eyes.

Many fighters signed by the UFC were undefeated in the minor leagues.

Conor's record doesn't matter to him at all.

A basic contract pays less than $1 per appearance.

This little money is nothing to Dyna.

Agreeing to sign the Irishman was just to please Leon.

"This" Dyna agreed so straightforwardly that Connor couldn't do anything about it.

"What's wrong, kid? Don't you want to fight for the UFC?"

"No, no, no," Connor waved his hands repeatedly and whispered, "I don't have an agent."

"Fxxk, you look like an amateur." From his tone to his expression, every move of Dyna was full of mockery.

“I don’t need a damn agent!” Connor’s voice rose. “I’m an army!”

"Okay~" Dyna patted the other man's shoulder, "Let's talk about it after you find an agent. There are some clauses in the contract that I'm worried you don't understand. We only deal with professionals."

After saying that, Dyna spread his hands to Leon.

That expression seemed to say: Man, I've given you enough face.

Then he turned and left, showing no intention of looking back no matter how Connor called out.

"Man, I can see your potential," Leon consoled him. "I like ambitious people like you."

As he spoke, he took out a business card and stuffed it into the other person's shirt pocket. "If you need an agent, you can call me."

"Don't worry, you will get Dyna's contract."

Connor stood there, not knowing what to say.

If it weren't for Leon's support, he wouldn't even have the chance to talk to Dyna tonight.

"Hey man, I'll definitely contact you!"

"I really don't know what to say, you have no idea how bad my situation is."

"I will eat this guy Aldo alive in the octagon!"

Connor seems to have a histrionic personality. He has no cool-down when it comes to trash talking and rarely repeats himself.

He is a natural born hype master.

As he shouted his thanks at the top of his lungs, Li Ang's back disappeared into the contestant tunnel.

The company is not currently involved in brokerage business.

But a mature record company usually has its own artist management department.

This is a question Li Ang has pondered over and over again: How can a record company turn its artists into money-printing slaves?

This can be achieved by simply holding the master rights and copyright of the record firmly in your hands, and having an agent contract.

According to Bruno Mars, that's what Atlantic Records did.

ROC Kingdom is also developing its brokerage business.

And their sights are not limited to the entertainment industry, their tentacles have extended to the sports field.

They are even targeting football players from the top five European leagues.

This is enough to show that the profits are huge.

After resting for a night in Toronto, Li Ang took the earliest flight back to New York.

The program "Rap on the Ground" was launched early after simple editing, taking advantage of the popularity of the Didi shooting incident to gain maximum traffic.

Lil Duke and King von sneaked back to Chicago immediately after the recording session.

Both of them wanted to meet Li Ang and get the reward that belonged to them - a chance to release an album and make their debut.

But considering that after the show airs, it will be difficult for them to return to Chicago unscathed.

Under Sean's arrangement, he escaped overnight.

The show was a huge success after it was broadcast.

The weekly listenership of Chester Bad Boy Radio, which originally had only about 10,000 listeners, has exceeded 100,000.

Most people outside New York listen to the show through online radio and YouTube.

The number of online views exceeded 500,000 in one day.

"Puff Daddy's music isn't rap at all. What kind of idiot would incorporate soul blues into rap music?!"

"Drill music is the future, Diddy is just a fraud who's cashing in on BIG's fame!"

Lil Duke went all out on P. Diddy on the show.

T-ray would occasionally chime in and offer assistance, "Do you know how many men Diddy's mom has slept with?"

"do not know."

"His mom's nickname when she was young was the Flower of Harlem."

"Fxxk Bro, you disgust me." Li Er Duke made a retching expression.

He is two years younger than Li Ang, so Didi's mother is more than qualified to be his grandmother.

"I'm not lying to you." T-ray spread his hands. "Although his mother is an assistant teacher, she's had to work part-time since his snitch dad was killed."

"Shxt, every one of Diddy's neighbors has done business with his mom."

"Is what you said true?" Li Erduk exclaimed.

"Of course. Otherwise, why do you think that bastard Diddy is so business-minded?" T-ray said with a laugh, "This is all because of what his mom taught him since he was little!"

"hahaha~"

Several people were talking like they were performing a talk show, one after another.

The studio was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Li Ang couldn't help laughing several times while watching it on YouTube.

King von spoke the least during the entire show.

He was in a state of emptiness the whole time due to taking too much.

But the first thing he said was a powerful statement: "It was my idea to shoot Diddy. He is too old. We should give the opportunity to the young people."

"Bro, I'm very unhappy with what you did." T-ray accused in a serious tone.

"What did you say?" King von almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"I mean, why don't you aim more accurately and just open that bastard's skull!" T-ray laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

He was shot four times a few days ago, and someone immediately came to avenge him.

Justice comes from heaven.

Although the two guys' human body outlining shooting skills did not hurt Didi, they still got rid of their anger.

"Bro~ I'm sorry." King von spread his hands, "Next time I will carry an AR rifle and go to Diddy's party to give him a surprise."

King von is the youngest, but also the craziest one.

So much so that when he said this, T-ray didn't even think he was joking.

"Are you satisfied with this episode?" Sean asked.

"Very satisfied." Li Ang closed the webpage with a satisfied look on his face. "What's Didi's reaction now?"

"He hasn't responded yet," Bonnie said, "but the online sentiment has changed a lot."

Two little-known inner-city rappers are claiming on a new podcast that they took shots at the Godfather of East Coast rap.

These things are not very credible when told to others.

But in the show, Lil Duke and others portrayed the cause and process of the incident very realistically.

This makes many people have to believe it.

Especially the Chicago O-block is notorious, and it seems that there is nothing these young people can't do.

They raise their own livestock in this small abandoned neighborhood.

Drug trafficking, murder, and rap.
It looks very much like the scene depicted in the 2002 movie "City of God".

Online comments are divided into two camps.

One group firmly believes that everything on the show is fake and that the real mastermind behind it is Li Ang.

The other group chose to believe what Li Er Du Ke said, that this was an absurd farce.

In short, no matter what, Leon's goal has been achieved.

It not only earns traffic but also distances itself from the matter.

After the shooting, the people who called him the most weren't Phil and Bonnie.

But it's Beyoncé and JAY-Z.

Beyoncé was always worried that Li Ang's life was in danger.

The latter seemed to have reached the limit of his tolerance for his reckless behavior.

The contract is about to expire and there is no sign of renewal.

JAY-Z is tougher than ever: We have to talk!

At eight o'clock that evening, there was finally new activity on Diddy's social media.

He left behind a confusing message: "Is over."

This passage has attracted interpretations from all over the Internet.

Li Ang also saw this tweet while sitting on the toilet, and even he couldn't help but participate in the interpretation.

"It's over? What does that mean?"

"Has this guy really let this matter go completely?"

Thinking of this, he felt extremely sad.

If this beef ends like this, where will he get traffic?

From an emotional point of view, Li Ang certainly doesn't want to be entangled with this Ni Ge anymore.

From the perspective of interests, he hopes that this storm will never stop, and the more lively it is, the better.

But if you put it another way, these words can also be interpreted as "it's over."

This means that Didi will have bigger moves next.

In any case, the current crisis has been resolved.

Two days later the last scene of "Bang Bang" began filming.

This album, which has piqued the appetite of music fans all over the world, will be released in a week.

That night, Li Ang was in a good mood.

He transformed into a coach again and guided Bonnie in doing yoga next to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Open all the curtains in the apartment.

It was a foggy night in New York.

Bonnie pressed herself against the French window.

The Brooklyn Bridge is covered in neon lights, with the East River in the background.

Li Ang was also driving at high speed.

But his eyes were never on Bonnie
All you can see is the stunning Manhattan skyline.

(End of this chapter)