Jones didn't hesitate for a moment, urging his daughter to push his wheelchair.
"Dad..." Kidada looked at her father, then at Robinson, appearing somewhat hesitant.
"Do you want to stay here overnight? We've received a sufficiently 'lavish' reception. Knowing when to leave is basic guest etiquette." Jones's tone was lukewarm, filled with sarcasm between the lines.
Obviously, fried chicken and pizza couldn't be called a lavish reception.
Kidada couldn't change her father's mind, so she shook her head helplessly and pushed the wheelchair away.
Leon watched the two leave without reacting at all.
"Look at this bxxch, her skills are much better than when she was young." Robinson rested his hand on his belt to adjust the trajectory (presumably of his gun/pants). "Why didn't you try to keep that old bastard here at all?"
"Because it would be useless. That greedy scumbag only cares about money," Leon shrugged.
Talking about ideals and visions with a guy who would sell out his best friend and even his daughter for money was a joke.
Leon grabbed his glass, drank the remaining alcohol in one gulp, and said, "I think he will change his mind."
"Why do you think so?" Robinson rubbed the game controller, asking casually.
Leon answered, "Vibe has been out of print for a year. This old guy won't let a bad asset continue to suck his blood."
"When this magazine is sold, the benefits he gets won't be just those five million dollars. The losses saved every year are also a hidden income."
Robinson narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought. Having started as a drug dealer, he agreed deeply with this.
Coke could be sold in big cities like Los Angeles or New York for three times the price of southern border cities.
To control the market's supply and demand, he would choose to hoard a batch of goods most of the time.
When the US Customs and Border Protection checked strictly, he could control the price of these stocks at will to make a big profit.
But if he was also targeted by the DEA, he would immediately sell all the goods in his hands at cost price.
In such an emergency, not losing money and not going to jail was making money.
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50 Cent's Mansion
Early the next morning, after patrolling the set, Leon originally wanted to book a ticket to fly straight back to New York.
Around noon, however, he unexpectedly received a call from 50 Cent.
He hadn't seen this ngga for a long time.
On the phone, 50 Cent was very emotional, claiming he had something important to discuss with him.
With Kendrick's encouragement, Leon decided to meet this old friend who had helped him before returning to New York.
50 Cent's mansion was located in the famous Beverly Hills.
A favorite of Hollywood celebrities, IT industry upstarts, and West Coast investment tycoons.
Open-air swimming pools and wide views were standard. In the prime location of Beverly Hills, one could overlook the entire downtown Los Angeles.
Whether it was Rodeo Drive full of luxury goods or apartment buildings where immigrants gathered, everything was in full view.
Living in such a place would give people an illusion of dominating the city.
"Leon! My bro~" As soon as he entered, 50 Cent gave Leon a warm hug. His arm circumference exceeding 45 centimeters almost suffocated Leon.
"Man... you don't have to be so excited."
50 Cent led Leon to the backyard. The poolside was full of beautiful women in bikinis.
Black, white, Asian, Latina—there were all kinds, all looking enchanting with curves in all the right places.
These were high-end call girls mingling in Beverly Hills, specializing in serving celebrities like 50 Cent who were keen on various orgies.
"Move your asses, bxxches!" Kendrick slapped the models' rear ends, acting as naturally and familiarly as if he were in his own home.
Playing on the vinyl player by the pool was exactly Señorita, the collaboration between Leon and Ariana. The models twisted their bodies to the hot Caribbean melody.
A blonde with big waves rubbed against Leon's body intentionally or unintentionally, even blowing a stream of hot air into his ear, making a bolder provocative move.
50 Cent smiled and asked, "Look at these whxres, they look at you like hungry she-wolves!"
"Do you want to have a go, or later?"
Leon patted the model's rear end and responded, "Let's talk business first. You sounded very anxious on the phone."
"Get lost, bxxch!" 50 Cent unhesitatingly pushed the blonde beauty tempting Leon into the pool. "Daddies are going to talk about big things!"
Leon entered the mansion interior led by 50 Cent.
The decoration style here was exactly the same as the aesthetic expressed in 50 Cent's lyrics.
Nude statues and murals could be seen everywhere. The most conspicuous thing was a portrait of 50 Cent hanging in the center of the living room.
In the painting, 50 Cent was ganking the Statue of Liberty from behind.
Leon acted like a hillbilly who had never seen the world, marveling at the rapper's creativity while looking around.
"Bro, something big happened recently, do you know!" 50 Cent slapped his butt on the sofa, waving his arms emotionally from time to time.
"What big thing?"
"That bastard Diddy released an album. This is his first album in four years!"
This counts as a big thing?
Leon looked confused. Diddy's new album didn't make a splash in the market; not a single song on the entire album made it into the Billboard Top 3.
But this album was beautifully produced, with an extremely strong cast.
For the album Last Train to Paris, Diddy invited supernova Drake, Usher, and Lil Wayne, the rapper with the strongest momentum in recent years.
There were as many as 16 guest singers, led by Dirty Money, a group formed by Diddy in 2009.
This wasn't a solo album, but a group album.
Putting aside the luxurious cast, just the MV shooting for 18 songs cost tens of millions of dollars.
And now with such flopping results, Leon couldn't help laughing out loud every time he thought about it.
50 Cent continued to ask, "Did you listen to this album?"
"Couldn't continue after listening to one song. This album is a complete failure." Leon spread his hands. "I'm busy, no time to spend appreciating garbage."
"I agree with your point, Bro... but you really should watch this." Saying this, 50 Cent took out an album from the storage cabinet next to the TV.
Inserting it into the DVD player, the MV picture appeared on the TV.
In the MV, a group of masked gang thugs stood behind P. Diddy, all holding Glock pistols.
Someone was even holding an AR-15 rifle.
Although the actors in the MV were masked, Leon recognized at a glance that the short and fat man beside Diddy was the notorious New York gang boss Duane Davis!
Undoubtedly, this was a group of real gang members.
Every line in the lyrics was permeated with violence and intimidation.
Diddy mentioned 50 Cent's experience of being shot nine times and bragged that he hadn't taken a bullet yet.
Immediately after, he mentioned Eminem.
Claiming that regardless of whether Eminem slept with Mariah Carey, he could give Mariah's ass a perfect score.
The scale of provocation escalated continuously with the progress of the MV.
In the last minute, Lil Wayne and Usher appeared with the new generation Drake, and dozens of dark Glock muzzles pointed at the camera simultaneously!
The spearhead of the diss was directed straight at Leon!
Diddy claimed in the lyrics that even the most arrogant thug on the West Coast was defeated by him, let alone a white trash from the slums.
Although he didn't name names here, the "West Coast thug" obviously referred to the late Tupac.
Immediately after, Diddy even attacked Robbie, claiming he would throw this white chick into a party to be humiliated by a group of gang thugs.
"Fxxk!" Although knowing it was deliberate trash talk from the other party, Leon still couldn't hold back his anger. "He put this song in the album?!"
While listening to the song, 50 Cent returned to his room and took out a Remington M870 shotgun.
Wiping the barrel, he said, "This bastard put this song as an easter egg in the collector's edition. This is the 19th single that didn't appear in the standard version."
"Fxxk! If it weren't for Dre always telling me to be calm, to make money not violence... I would definitely blow that ngga's ass apart!"
Bang—
Saying this, 50 Cent fired a shot at the ceiling without warning.
"WTF are you crazy, man?" The sudden gunshot made Leon shudder.
The models by the pool also screamed one after another.
Kendrick poked half his head through the huge floor-to-ceiling window: "What happened, Bro?"
"WTF are you doing with a gun? You want to kill Leon?"
50 Cent put down the shotgun, snorting coldly with nostrils as big as a bull's. "I want to kill that sinister villain Diddy."
Recovering from the shock, Leon quickly comforted, "Don't be impulsive, man. Times have changed; violence is the most unwise method. We can definitely find a better solution."
Hearing this, 50 Cent's blood surged instantly. He shouted at full volume, "I didn't expect you to be a soft egg! Are the record store conflict and the Majestic Theatre incident all made up by the media?"
"Compared to this room full of bxxches, banknotes, and luxury watches... what I can't lose even more is RESPECT!"
"That bastard must pay the price!"
Leon and Kendrick comforted him for quite a while before 50 Cent's anger gradually subsided.
This was Diddy's provocation tactic; he understood this completely.
Due to Jay-Z's existence, Diddy couldn't attack Leon directly, hoping that this kind of provocation would make the other party deliver himself to the door!
It was foreseeable that whether in New York, Miami, or Los Angeles, Diddy had arranged armed gunmen in his mansions all over the US.
Kendrick advised, "You must calm down. Think about Boss Dre... he wouldn't want to see a scene of accidental gunfire."
50 Cent was silent for a full two minutes, recalling many of Dre's advice in his head.
To make the rap music cake bigger, Dre always played the role of a "dove," constantly lobbying between the East and West Coasts using his influence.
Finally, in the early 2000s, the East and West Coast rap formed a great reconciliation.
Since then, although there was friction between the two sides, scenes of real knives and guns rarely occurred again.
"Then what do you say we should do? Just let this go?" 50 Cent pointed to the scar on his cheek: "If this bullet deviated a few centimeters, it would have taken my life."
Leon fully understood the other party's feelings. After all, in Diddy's song, the length of the attack on him was the largest; everyone else added together wasn't as much as him.
"Just solve it in your rapper way."
"You mean, diss back?" 50 Cent's eyes lit up.
"Yes. However he cursed you, just curse him back, right?" Leon responded.
"Okay Bro..." 50 Cent hesitated a bit. The aggressiveness of Diddy's work was maxed out.
To achieve top-level mockery, he even deliberately dragged Lil Wayne, known as a genius, to participate in the creation.
Releasing a diss track would be fine if it achieved the expected effect, but if it was crushed, it would only invite more ridicule from fans.
And 50 Cent had been obsessed with his acting career in recent years. He took on ten movies in the past two years; rap was no longer the focus of his career.
Seeming to see the other party's concerns, Leon patted his shoulder and said, "I know what you're worried about, Bro. Kendrick and I will both help you."
"We will produce a diss track that crushes Diddy and makes him lose face!"
Leon wasn't just talking. Although he had absolutely no rap experience, when it came to the obscenity level of curse words, Cardi B's lethality was not weaker than Diddy's at all.
The conflict between the two sides could totally create a big hot topic. While maintaining his own black traffic, it would also build momentum for Cardi B and Robbie's upcoming new songs.
Kendrick also delivered an assist at the right time: "That's right Bro, we will all stand by your side! Leon will also stand in the West Coast camp!"
Light rekindled in 50 Cent's eyes. Everyone was gearing up, preparing for the upcoming epic beef war.
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Back to New York
After leaving the Beverly Hills mansion, Leon received a call from Phil and rushed back to New York non-stop.
Three days later, New York's largest feminist organization, the "Free the Nipple Movement," would hold a grand rally in Queens!
The scale of the rally would be at least 10,000 people. At that time, Democratic Senator Charlie Evans would attend in person and deliver a speech.
One of the leaders of the Free the Nipple Movement, Cindy, was a fanatical fan of Leon. After receiving Leon's email about wanting to perform in support, she immediately agreed with joy.
Leon understood that this was an excellent opportunity for him to contact big figures in government agencies!
There were only 100 senators in the 50 states of the US, with two seats per state.
Unlike the president, who cannot run for re-election after two terms totaling eight years, a senator's term is six years, and they can be re-elected indefinitely!
From some perspectives, these 100 people were the most powerful elite politicians in the US.
Inside Apocalypse Music headquarters, Phil had been waiting for a long time.
Taking advantage of Leon's absence, he secretly raided the wine cabinet and was dead drunk by this time.
"I warned you long ago not to focus on that stupid movie..." Phil shook his wine glass and said excitedly, "Look what I brought you, a large rally of over ten thousand people, those bxxches are really crazy..."
"Even Charlie Evans is standing up for these bxxches. I wouldn't be surprised if they were invited by the White House one day."
Leon ignored Phil's drunken nonsense and concentrated on looking up information about Charlie online.
Although he had always been uninterested in politics, even a novice who didn't care about politics at all could see the gold content in Charlie's resume.
Since being elected as a New York State Senator in the late 90s, Charlie had stayed in this position, unshaken for more than a decade.
It was no exaggeration to say that he could be considered a true core bigwig of the Democratic Party.
And very importantly, the regular at Diddy's parties, that number one figure in the NYPD, rose to power exactly through Charlie's promotion.
Seeing this, Leon revealed a gratified smile. Phil's drunken ugly state didn't look so annoying anymore.
Although this old geezer was disgusting, his ability was always online.
"Very good... I think I know what to do next."
Phil sneered, "I can totally imagine what kind of fawning posture you will use to kiss that old bastard Charlie's ass."