American variety show: The Godfather, the Peace Ambassador, what the heck?

Chapter 155 Military Boxing Rapper
The 8-mile stretch of street was filled with an atmosphere of decay and desolation, like a long-abandoned public toilet, not only dilapidated on the outside but also rotten inside.

When Jimmy Smith was six months old, his biological father abandoned the family. His mother moved with him to several cities before finally settling in Detroit when he was 12. Due to poverty and lack of income, they lived in one of the most chaotic Black neighborhoods.

The consequences for white families living in Black communities are predictable.

On his first day of school, Smith was beaten up by a Black classmate who stole his lunch money. He and his mother had to move frequently to escape the harassment from those Black thugs.

Smith frequently witnessed drug deals and shootings, and even saw bodies on his doorstep.

Living in such a chaotic and violent Black community, surrounded by so many Black people and so deeply immersed in Black culture, Smith grew up dependent on Black culture, yet he faced rejection because of his white identity. Coupled with the trauma of his childhood and family background, this fostered a strong hostility towards society. Violence, rebellion, and anger—these words could all be thrown at him.

Anyway, looking at Smith's arrogant and cool face and his wary eyes, Luca thought to himself that there was a reason why this guy would be doing military boxing and rapping in the future—he needed to protect himself and avoid being ganged up on and beaten by those black guys when he was dissing.

Smith glanced at the departing black thugs, then looked back at the white youth who had helped him. The gun in the youth's hand made him a little wary. He spoke coolly and stiffly, "Dude, thanks for helping me out."

"I just can't stand a group of black people bullying a white person."

Luca put away his gun and quipped with interest, "I've never seen a white person's diss break down a black person's defenses before. Are you a rapper? You seem pretty good."

"Just an amateur."

Smith shrugged, then cautiously looked around. "Dude, let's get out of here first, or those guys will come back later."

Luca had no objections and gestured for everyone to get in the car. Smith, after glancing at Brian and Ah Qiang in response to Luca's invitation, ultimately followed and drove off together.

The car continued on Luca's plan—he checked the intelligence, observed the situation in these neighborhoods, and even took a look at the bar featured in the original storyline of the black riots.

The initial plan gradually took shape in Luca's mind.

Luca had only two goals for this trip to Detroit: one was to take down Hoffa; the other was the Detroit riots. The riots offered generous system rewards and allowed him to leverage the power of the government and the military to eliminate Detroit's black gangs on a large scale, paving the way for the gasoline tax business.

At the same time, it was also to "ally" with the Detroit Mafia and extend its reach.
Even if the Detroit family is not doing well, it is still one of the top 12. It just can't compare to the Chicago and New York families, which doesn't mean it is a third-rate gang. Looking at the whole United States, the Zerelli-led Mafia is a force to be reckoned with.

Luca paved the way with the "money" from the gasoline tax, and with the powerful background of the Lucchese family, even the Russell family's Buffalo family was willing to cooperate, not to mention the Detroit family. Anyone with a brain would know which option to choose.

When the old men like Zerelli pass away peacefully in the future, the Detroit Mafia will become Luca's vassal—he respects Zerelli, but as for the other younger members of the Zerelli family, Luca only wants to say that if they don't obey, he doesn't mind replacing them.

Paul, Gambino's right-hand man, is a prime example. He took over the reins after Gambino's death, but couldn't hold onto the position and was completely controlled by other New York families.

John Gaudi's audacity in publicly executing Paul suggests not only his own mental instability but also the machinations of someone else. While Gaudi has already been eliminated by Luca, this doesn't guarantee Paul's continued stability.

A faint chill flashed in Luca's eyes.
The atmosphere inside the car remained peaceful. Brian and Smith chatted quite happily, perhaps because they both had a strong gangster vibe and were birds of a feather.

Smith also learned Luca's name, but he didn't know his true identity. He only vaguely felt that this young man with an extraordinary demeanor had an unusual background.

When they reached 12th Street, Smith got off the bus there, and Luca handed him a business card—it was the union president's business card.

The reasons given are even more outrageous:
“I don’t want to see those blacks dominating the rap market, with all the rap songs playing on the radio being their songs, as if no white people in this country can rap except for blacks. Smith, I believe in you if you can beat those blacks on the street. Maybe you can stand on a bigger stage in the future and leave those blacks speechless.”

"You're going to be the god of rap," Luca said with a friendly smile. "If you need help, you can call me."

[Bond: Follow]

As the car drove away, Smith clutched the thin business card, his gaze momentarily blank.

The union president is so young.

Even though everyone looks to be around the same age, and he has such a high status, I'm still washing dishes in a restaurant, and can only squat in a corner with paper and pen to write lyrics during my breaks.

Need help contacting him? Standing on a bigger stage?
My life is already a mess.
Smith stuffed the business card into his pocket, then pulled up his hood and strode into the alleyway in the dead of night with an air of nonchalance.

Soon after, he arrived at a dilapidated bungalow overgrown with garbage. It was low, old, and looked like a broken shipping container from a distance.

This is his home, and it's rented.

In Detroit, poor people shouldn't even think about living in an apartment; they're lucky if they can find any shelter from the wind and rain.

Upon entering the room, Smith coldly glanced at his mother, who was entangled with another man—his mother was a restless person who frequently slept with other men and had even given birth to a half-sister, whose father he didn't even know.

Those lazy, good-for-nothing men only wanted the mother's meager relief money and the house, so they wouldn't have to sleep on the streets and could live in the house.

Men with even a little ability look down on mothers.

Smith secretly wrote many songs dissing his mother to vent his dissatisfaction, although he has never sung any of them.

Because he likes little girls.

Smith reached out and picked up his sister, a smile spreading across his face. "Sweetheart~~~" He carried his sister into the inner room, taking care of her and keeping her away from that awful woman.

Under the warm, dim light, Smith, wearing headphones, was writing furiously, intently pondering the lyrics and melody. His younger sister sat obediently beside him, drawing cartoon portraits of herself and her brother on paper with colored pens.

"Old Pigeon, you still like listening to rap?" "Emmm, I listen to it occasionally, but I'm so tired of hearing black people's rants. It's always the same stuff: money, drugs, bullets, women. Can't they come up with any new words? Do they lack inspiration without drugs?"

On the way back to the villa, Brian chatted enthusiastically with Luca about these things, and the old pigeon's complaints resonated with Brian.

Black people's lyrics are indeed terrible, but their rhythm and cadence are okay, as if it's an innate talent.

Ah-Qiang was completely dumbfounded. He had absolutely no interest in rap. "Is this even considered a song?"

My impression is only of popular hits from Hong Kong and Taiwan.

Luca nodded: "Yes, it is. And it's very popular now, and it will be even more popular in the future."

When Smith becomes famous worldwide in just a few years, you'll know how popular rap is.

And Luca, of course, wouldn't miss this easy opportunity.

Drug lord Frank knew how to associate with Black celebrities in the entertainment and sports industries to gain public opinion and influence, so how could Luca not understand this?

Public opinion is very important.

World-class superstars have such an exaggerated influence that they can even influence public opinion and media trends to some extent. Bodybuilding stars and actors can even become "governors."

Whether it's East or West Coast rap, most of those Black singers have gang influence behind them, and the gangs even provide strong support, specifically promoting the stars, which in turn expands the gang's influence.

Luca also plans to "create a star".

Black people praise black people, and white people praise white people; there's nothing wrong with that.

Smith, a person who knows how to repay kindness, will be of great help to Luca in the future.
Luca can guarantee that if anyone dares to play dirty tricks and diss Smith, he can turn the lyrics into reality and confront them offline.

Talking?
The Mafia operates on a level of realism.

Over the next few days, Luca openly indulged in eating, drinking, and merrymaking with the Detroit family's big brothers, while simultaneously collaborating with a small number of compliant gas stations in the West Side. Tanker trucks from East Coast refineries delivered low-priced gasoline to Detroit.

Many residents in the West Side were surprised to find that gasoline prices had dropped by a few cents, marking the first time gasoline prices had decreased since Detroit's deindustrialization.

Deindustrialization severely impacted Detroit—high labor costs and fierce global competition, especially from Japanese automakers. This led major Detroit automakers like GM and Ford to relocate their bases to the southern United States and overseas, such as Mexico and China.

Without factories, workers lost their jobs, and Detroit experienced a sharp decline in employment. Many white and middle-class people migrated out en masse, resulting in a severe population loss; meanwhile, some Black people who had previously held jobs lost their jobs and turned to crime.

So Detroit has a lot of Black people, a lot of criminals, and the whole city is basically a giant brothel.

If you want to experience authentic American Black gang culture, Los Angeles and Chicago probably don't have the same feel as Detroit. When the libertarian tune plays, shootings happen every day, which is a true reflection of Detroit.

Luca's gasoline business has brought a slight change to Detroit. The drop in gas prices has caught the attention of some workers, and out-of-town trucks and drivers have also attracted the attention of the local truck driver union. Many black gangs in the East Side have heard about it.

With so many oil tankers passing by so blatantly every day, it's hard not to notice them.

Until one day, a tanker truck was robbed by a black gang while passing through the East End.

The smell of gunpowder gradually rose.

This was all an outcome that Luca had anticipated.

"The one who did it was a gang called 'Black Killers'."

Inside the villa, Lyon relayed the information to Luca: "After stealing the gasoline, they sold it at a low price to some gas stations in the eastern district."

Luca nodded to indicate that he understood.

"Black Killers" is a gang in the East District that mainly engages in robbery and extortion of protection money; there is also a gang called Young Boys Inc., which has many children and teenagers as members and drug trafficking is its main business.
Besides these two gangs, there are quite a few other miscellaneous ones, such as the Sweet Black family from the original "Four Brothers" storyline.

The Sweet family took a slightly more sophisticated approach, not only bribing the police but also collaborating with city councilors and securing major government projects.

Luca underestimated these black people.

Unfortunately, this family shouldn't have provoked the four Marcel brothers, and even less should they have killed their mother.

When brothers are of one mind, their strength can break metal; in one gulp, they scattered the gang leader's ashes.

Luca chuckled: "Such a big incident, causing me a loss of over a million, how do we, as legitimate businessmen from out of town, resolve this? Of course, we call the police!"

Who should I call to report this? Which police officer should I ask for help?

That would necessarily require finding a white police officer who has a serious history of racial discrimination against Black people.

After years of resentment among the Black community in Detroit, Luca only needs to tear open a small opening, and the flood of anger will break through the dam, completely submerging this city of ruins.

(End of this chapter)