I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 330 despacito
On the dance floor, two groups of rappers were still battling it out, dissing each other.

Liu Jin was led to a booth.

Little Calvin, also known as Snoopy, was sitting inside, swaying with the flow and noise outside.

Wait, when did he quit?

Liu Jin was busy chatting with Matt Damon, so he didn't notice the battle on the dance floor.

"Dogman, what's up!"

Of course, Leonardo DiCaprio wouldn't leave Liu Jin alone; he, Toby, and Matt Damon all came along.

Snoopy said, "That sucks."

He was in low spirits, clearly having lost a round in the battle just now.

The battles on the dance floor right now are really just a party for the underlings.

Not only did Snoopy and Doge leave, but Diddy also disappeared.

To put it bluntly, Diddy represents the East Coast rap scene and is here to cause trouble. All you have to do is back down, and that's the end of it.

Of course, you can come to me and criticize me back.

If I lose, I'll admit defeat...

In any case, the conflict between the East Coast and West Coast rap scenes is a matter of style.

West Coast rap incorporates gangster culture, emphasizing smooth rhythm and melody. Their songs prioritize vocal distinctiveness and rhythmic delivery of lyrics; while East Coast rap focuses on lyrics, employing numerous rap techniques and rapid-fire delivery, maintaining an old-school style. Essentially, it's a clash between new and old-school hip-hop…

However, now a new Eminem has emerged on the West Coast.

Last year, with the theme song for "8 Mile," "Lose Yourself" swept the East Coast.

It not only earned a Billboard 12 certification, but also joined the competition for the Academy Award for Best Original Song.

Eminem's songs, with their strong old-school style, completely overshadowed East Coast hip-hop artists.

The purpose of this challenge in Los Angeles was, frankly, to force Eminem to come out.

Unfortunately, their level of sophistication has changed.

Even when Diddy was leading the team, Eminem ignored him.

So they started challenging other hip-hop artists, battling them one by one, hoping to use the pressure from the West Coast hip-hop scene to force Eminem out of the competition.

Dog lost today.

I feel a bit frustrated.

Now that he was no longer a pure gangster, the appearance of Leonardo DiCaprio and his two companions forced him to be cautious.

"Hey man, do you know her?"

Dog greeted Little Li and pointed to a woman in the corner of the booth.

Liu Jin paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"She was just in your booth, and you told Matt that our music wasn't good?"

Matt frowned and glanced at Leonardo DiCaprio.

The girls tonight were all found by you.

Leonardo DiCaprio's face immediately darkened.

The girl clearly hadn't expected that Dog would sell her out, and she immediately panicked.

"Amos, I will give you an explanation for this."

"Explain your head, you're a celebrity, not a killer..."

Liu Jin pushed Little Li aside and said with a smile, "Dog Master, hello, I know you."

"You know me?"

"Still D.R.E., I love that intro."

Dog's expression softened a bit.

"Just the prelude?"

"It's just the prelude."

"So, you look down on me?"

"No, that's not it. I just haven't heard the full version... You know, hip-hop isn't popular in China. I only heard the intro by chance. Later, I asked around and found out it was a song by you and Dr. Dre, so..."

Liu Jin smiled, ignoring the stares of others, and sat down on the sofa.

Pick up your beer, "and toast the prelude."

Dog couldn't help but laugh, and he also picked up his whiskey and clinked it with Liu Jin's.

"You're arrogant."

"No, but we're in the same industry, so I trust that Dog Master won't fall out over something so trivial, right?"

If he were alone, he would definitely back down. But behind him were three people, including Leonardo DiCaprio.

As long as the three of them are around, Dog Lord won't really turn against them.

After all, he now needs to be a respectable person, instead of fighting and killing in gangs like before.

"Come with us?"

"I am a songwriter, and both 'Bad Day' and 'Levitating' are my works."

"Hoho!"

Dog's eyes lit up.

"Dogman, don't listen to his nonsense, he's just a writer."

Liu Jin remained calm, extended his hand, and smiled, "Amos, Amos Liu Jin, author of The Old Man and the Sea, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Life Is Beautiful, and one of this year's Pulitzer Prize contenders, Dog Master."

Dog's expression changed again.

She wasn't the kind of naive woman; she knew the influence of the Pulitzer Prize.

The fact that Liu Jin is nominated for the Pulitzer Prize shows that he has a background that is no less impressive than that of Leonardo DiCaprio and others.

That's something that rappers can't compare to.

"Shut that bitch."

He suddenly shouted.

Two burly, dark-skinned men stepped forward. One covered the woman's mouth, while the other held her down. After a few moments, she was completely still.

Liu Jin's expression changed.

It can't be that exaggerated, can it?
"Don't worry, just shut her up."

The burly bodyguard stretched out his hand, revealing a handkerchief in his palm.

Liu Jin's heart was pounding.

He was certain that if Leonardo DiCaprio and his crew hadn't been with him today, this handkerchief would have been aimed at him.

"Amos, I respect you."

"Thank you."

"But I also hope you can respect rap."

"I didn't mean any disrespect..."

"But you don't like it."

Damn, so you only pick on the weak, huh? Agent Bourne clearly said... well, it's probably that woman. She doesn't dare offend Matt Damon, so she's pointing the finger at him. She's probably trying to curry favor with Dogs, but why doesn't she try to curry favor with Leonardo DiCaprio and the others? She probably realized they weren't very interested in these girls.

Liu Jin smiled.

He shook his head and said, "Dog, I have no problem with rap."

Just like I know your Still D.R.E, and I also like Eminem's Stan and Lose Yourself, let's put it this way, I'm not against rap, nor am I opposed to it. I just, just like some of the rap styles I prefer.

"for example?"

"For example, reggae!"

Liu Jin blurted it out.

"Reggae-style rap?"

"You mean..."

"I really like the style of the Yankees' dad."

Doggy looked at Liu Jin, who had snake-like eyes that sent shivers down people's spines when he was serious.

"I know Yankees Daddy, but his style... his rap is mostly in Spanish, does it have a reggae style?"

He turned to look at the person beside him, and eiht shook his head.

“Listen, Amos, I like you. You are very different from the Chinese people I have ever met.”

But your disrespect for rap makes me very unhappy. Here's the deal: you're a songwriter, and I know you're very talented. You write me a reggae rap song, and we'll call it a day. Otherwise, you have to come on stage and apologize to me.

Matt Damon said, "No problem, I'll take Amos's place..."

"Hey Matt, this is between me and Dog, don't steal my thunder."

Liu Jin smiled and said, "However, I need someone who can speak Spanish, someone who can speak fluent Spanish."

Before he could finish speaking, a woman's voice came from outside the booth.

"Can I give it a try?"

……

(End of this chapter)