America's Top Player

Chapter 151 Character setting is acting
"Damn it." At nine o'clock in the morning, Li Ang shook his head, which felt as heavy as lead.

Dry mouth and hangover.

Ariana was awakened by his movement.

He rubbed his eyes, stretched, and groaned, "Aren't you awake a little too early, Honey?"

After several "in-depth communications", Ariana was completely conquered.

The address was also upgraded from the formal "boss" to a more intimate one.

The whole person's temperament becomes more and more radiant and attractive, which is a key transition from a girl to a woman.

"I have important work today." Leon touched Ariana's hair, "I will stay in Las Vegas for a while."

There are less than three days left before the Billboard Awards ceremony begins.

The venue is set at the MGM Grand Hotel in Las Vegas.

In addition, the UFC's headquarters is also located in Las Vegas, and the contract for the "BMF" title was signed along the way.

"Okay~" Ariana rubbed Leon's chest, "What time do we leave?"

"In four hours."

"Then we can do it again~"

Before Leon could agree, Ariana gave a strange smirk.

Bury your head in the quilt and move all the way down.

After Li Ang's many times of "technical poverty alleviation", she has become a mature lady.

"Gift Crab" Li Ang seemed to be under a spell, unable to refuse and could only let the other party control him.

The city of Las Vegas has a very young history, having been founded as a port in 1905.

After gold and silver mines were discovered in Nevada, a large number of gold prospectors flocked in and Las Vegas began to prosper.

But like all mining towns in the West, once the mines were exhausted, they were abandoned.

During the Great Depression of 1931, in order to overcome the economic difficulties, the Nevada Legislature pioneered and passed a bill legalizing gambling.

Las Vegas became a gambling city and rose rapidly from then on.

The Hoover Dam was built in the same year. The rise of this famous dam was the cornerstone of the prosperity of the gambling city.

By the 50s, the Mafia family had extended its reach into every industry in Las Vegas.

Many people believe that the Italian Mafia created the prosperity of the casino, which is actually a stereotype spread by the movie "The Godfather".

The real owner of the casino is the Jewish gang.

American gang history has gone through several important periods, from the Western gangs during the westward movement to the Italian Mafia and Irish gangs during the Prohibition era.
Then in the 1980s, there were street gangs represented by the Crips.

After the new millennium, Latin American gangs involved in drug trafficking are the absolute kings of the underground.

Trends keep changing, but the only ones who really make a lot of money from this "black gold mine" and get away with it are the Jewish gangsters.

They made huge fortunes by corrupting politicians and using their shrewd business skills, and they are still the controllers of the casino today.

"Hi~Bro~Are you almost there?!"

"Come to the Sands Hotel, I'm so lucky today!"

"I know you've made a lot of money recently, be careful or I'll kill you without leaving a single trace~"

Mars's excited cry came from Leon's cell phone.

This guy called as soon as he landed in Las Vegas.

Mars arrived in Las Vegas three days ago and gambled wildly in major hotels.

It's clear that attending the Billboard Awards is just an excuse for him to gamble.

"Some other time, buddy. I have work to do now." Li Ang said perfunctorily.

"Fuck! What's more important than playing cards!" Mars said in a high-pitched voice. "I can earn back all the money I make from a tour with just one hand of cards. This is the way to make money!"

Hearing this, Leon and Phil beside him fell silent.

Mars's work "Just The Way You Are" topped the singles charts in both the UK and the US, and swept the charts in Europe and Asia.

It sold 3 million copies in the United States.

Even though he was throwing parties every day and eating amphetamines like taffy.
He has more money than he can spend.

But gambling is an exception.

"Wait for me, buddy. I'll come find you."

"Okay Bro, you know who I met at the Sands? Michael Jordan!"

"Jordan?" Li Ang's body trembled when he heard the name of the God of Basketball.

It is well known in the circle that this richest basketball player in history loves various board games.

"Yeah! You heard me right!" Mars said, "His skills are shit! Making money from him is as easy as buying for nothing!"

"May you have a blast at the poker table! Maybe you can even win the Charlotte Bobcats' stake from Michael Jordan."

"Hahaha! Nothing is impossible~"

After hanging up the phone, Phil sneered and said, "Do you know how much that bastard owes these hotels in Las Vegas?"

"I never cared." Li Ang replied.

"He now owes Sands Group $2000 million. The executives at Atlantic Records are going crazy over this."

"Julie even threatened Mars that she would blacklist him if he didn't quit gambling."

Hibernate?

Li Ang thought this was simply impossible.

Apart from Coldplay, Mars is currently the absolute ace of this record company.

He is the standard-bearer of the R&B and funk revival, with impeccable record sales and live performances.

Atlantic Records was simply afraid that Mars would lose control because of gambling.

In the film and music industries of the early 20th century, the Mafia and Irish gangs used various means to strengthen their control over artists.

These include violence and drugs.

The only progress in the past 100 years is that the means used to control artists have changed from violence and drugs to various cumbersome contract terms.

It looks a little more civilized, but there is actually no difference.

As soon as he arrived near the UFC headquarters building, Leon saw Dyna and a group of tall and strong men greeting him at the door from a distance.

Some of them have appeared on TV.

He quickly recognized that these people were not bodyguards but UFC fighters.

"Welcome to Las Vegas!" Dyna's mouth grinned from ear to ear and he gave me a bear hug.

"Thank you, buddy. You won't have to make such a big fuss next time."

"Haha, this is the highest level of reception in UFC, exclusive to tough guys!" Dyna led Leon inside.

The contestants around him started whispering to each other.

The last person to receive such a high-level reception from Dyna was Tang De, the president of Ace Group and a famous real estate tycoon.

He once stepped in and helped the company a lot when it was in crisis.

In the conference room, in addition to Dyna's assistant, a group of UFC fighters also attended the meeting.

Featherweight king Jose Aldo and "Bad Boy" Tito Ortiz.
Among them is a female athlete named Ronda Rousey.

I don’t know if it was because their boss Dyna was present or because they had heard of Leon’s street reputation, but these fighters fighting in the octagon behaved exceptionally reserved and polite.

Especially Longda, she always kept a bright smile on her face and kept sticking to Leon intentionally or unintentionally.

Phil laughed obscenely and reminded him, "That girl is an Olympic bronze medalist in judo and is very good at ground techniques."

"Once she sets her sights on you, she will slowly strangle you like a giant python."

Li Ang rolled his eyes at the other person, signaling him to shut up.

Since becoming the recognized "gold medal producer" and "golden song maker" in the circle, he has been surrounded by girls who have dreams of becoming stars wherever he goes.

Arts and sports are inseparable. As an athlete, Longda's appearance is not ugly.

Compared to getting bloodied and bruised by her opponent in the octagon, no girl doesn't want to enter the entertainment industry to make quick money.

Dyna flipped open the meeting outline he had prepared long ago. "After several meetings and discussions among the company's top management, we plan to hold the first BMF title fight within three months. What are your thoughts on this?"

Generally speaking, UFC organizes a major competition about half a year in advance.

To allow enough time for promotion, the players also need ample preparation time. The reason why Dyna scheduled the match so early, even at the cost of disrupting the original match schedule, is to maximize the use of Li Ang's current traffic.

If the time drags on for too long, and Li Ang's popularity declines or he is killed on the street, the gimmick of BMF will be greatly reduced.

Li Ang had no objection to this. "You are professionals, just do as you see fit."

"What are your thoughts on the personnel for the first BMF title fight?" Dyna asked.

"Are you asking me?" Li Ang was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he had such great authority.

Generally speaking, the players' match arrangements are personally controlled by Dyna and the pairing master.

The pairing of players symbolizes Dyna's kingship.

If a player made him unhappy, he would tamper with the pairing so that the player would never be able to play in a game where he could make big money.

"Of course, BMF is mine, but even more so, it's yours," Dyna said. "We will fully respect your ideas."

Li Ang thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of a suitable candidate.

Judging from the current situation in the UFC league, no one can completely fit the label of "the worst bastard".

They have too many traces of martial arts on them and completely lack the wildness and passion of the ancient times.

In the late 90s, many people who participated in such competitions were not professional players, and many of them had not even practiced fighting systematically.

Among the group were street thugs, porters, nightclub bouncers, black boxing fighters
The technique is crude, but it's fun to watch.

"How about Werewolf Jackson and Bad Boy Ortiz?" Leon held it in for a long time before finally spitting out these two names.

The two men are both light heavyweights, known for their explosive fighting style and outspokenness.

It has both strength and gimmicks.

Apart from these two people, he really couldn't think of any suitable candidates.

Dyna tapped the table with his pen and said with a smile, "Just as we thought before! There is no one more suitable than these two bastards~"

Tito Ortiz happened to be in the conference room and he couldn't stop laughing when he heard the news.

He said in broken Brazilian English: "I know that ruthless people always attract each other. You know who is the real ruthless person here, Bro~"

The other contestants cast jealous glances at him.

As long as you can participate in this competition, you will make money regardless of winning or losing.

Only Longda didn't care about what happened in the meeting, and kept moving closer to Li Ang like a crazy fan.

"What does this woman want to do?" Li Ang felt very uncomfortable.

It was not until Dyna reminded her with a cough that Ronda calmed down.

Just as both parties were about to finalize the matter, a tall and thin black man stood up.

"I disagree!" He slapped the table and glanced at everyone. "Except for Leon and Dyna, everyone else in this room is just a bunch of fucking wimps!"

The black guy is Jon "Bones" Jones, who won the light heavyweight championship in March this year.

He was crowned the youngest champion in league history by reaching the top at the age of 24.

"What?" Dyna looked at Jon in surprise. In his impression, the other party was a good boy.

He was born into a middle-class black family, his stepfather is a pastor, and his two older brothers are football players.

Almost all black people in the fighting world, like Tyson, come from the streets.

Jon is almost like an angel baby among all the villains.

Facing the young man's insult, Tito immediately stood up and taunted: "Shut up, bastard, or I'll kick your ass."

"You can try it, Brazilian bastard. I will twist your head off in one round." Jon did not give in.

He really needs such an opportunity.

Even though he has become the UFC light heavyweight champion, his current popularity is still overshadowed by his predecessors in this weight class.

Popularity means PPV sales, and sales mean money.

He must fight for such an opportunity.

"Puta (bitch)!" Tito was so angry that he yelled out in his hometown dialect, and the two were about to fight.

"Stop it you assholes! Do you want to embarrass yourself in front of the guests?!"

Dyna slammed the table hard, and the scene instantly became quiet.

"People on the internet say that you are the person who has stopped fights the most times in the world, which is indeed very appropriate," Li Ang joked.

"Who the hell said that?" Dyna shook his head helplessly and laughed. "Regarding the battle card issue, follow Mr. Leon's advice."

"Jon, you are still young and need to calm down."

Even though the president said so, Jon still refused to give in. "Give me some time, I will prove who is the real bastard! Who deserves this BMF gold belt!"

Dyna's expression suddenly changed.

He was obviously very angry at Jon's inconsiderate behavior.

Just when Dyna was about to attack, Leon spoke first.

He stared at Jon with interest. "How are you going to prove that you're an asshole? I mean, it's not just about shouting slogans and spewing trash on social media."

"I'll prove it, believe me, Bro. My mom has always told me I'm a jerk since I was a kid." Jon's answer made everyone laugh and cry.

"Sit down quickly." Dyna's face turned red as his player made a mistake.

"Give him a chance." Li Ang said.

"What?!" Everyone present's expression suddenly changed.

Jon was also a little confused. He didn't expect that his few words could really buy him a chance of survival.

Li Ang continued, "Give him a chance. You know, Quinton Jackson's popularity isn't what it used to be."

Dyna was silent and hesitated to agree.

Li Ang patted his shoulder and said, "Man, you have to respect him. After all, Jon is the current champion."

"Look at his body proportions. This guy was born for fighting."

As the face of BMF and a popular top star, Dyna has to give face to Leon.

After a full minute, he gritted his teeth and said, "I have to say, you look more like the president of this company than I do."

In response to this sarcastic reply, Li Ang spread his hands and said, "This is all for the common good."

"Okay. But I have a condition." Dyna forced a smile.

"What conditions? Tell me."

"At the first BMF Battle, you have to perform a song live," Dyna paused for two seconds, "and it's free!"

"No problem~" Li Ang agreed readily.

The subsequent signing process was quite smooth and the cooperation between the two parties was officially finalized.

Leon had just walked out of the UFC building under the escort of Dyna when a tall and thin black shadow quickly followed him.

It's Jon Jones.

Jorge and his group who were guarding the business car suddenly became nervous.

In Nevada, guns can be carried openly in any public place.

In less than a second, the bodyguards simultaneously put their hands on their waists.

"Wow relax Bro" the young champion quickly raised his hands.

"Don't use your gun, this is my friend." Leon ordered.

"What a bunch of terrorists." Jon felt relieved and walked to Leon, thanking him repeatedly.

Without Leon, he would not have been able to win Dyna's favor on his own.

Leon patted Jon's shoulder.

Although he is three years younger than the other person, he acts like an older brother.

"Seize this opportunity and don't let me down."

“Remember, if there is no heat, create it.”

"You become whatever the audience likes you to be."

"Character setting depends on acting skills."

(End of this chapter)