America's Top Player

Chapter 22 Do you still have a trump card?
The benefits of being on the Billboard charts are obvious. In the following week, Li Ang received many commercial performance invitations, and at the peak period he even had to perform three shows a day.

While singing the same song over and over again can get tiresome, counting money never does.

The quality of songs produced by the inspiration refresh mechanism depends entirely on luck, which is what Li Ang is most worried about at the moment.

There was only a week left before the next inspiration refreshed, and on this day he went to Phil's office as usual to start the PY transaction.

"Is that car parked downstairs yours? It's so beautiful."

Facing Phil's compliment, Leon could only respond with a sneer. This old guy's professional level is impeccable, but his character is not so commendable.

Putting aside the fact that he had backstabbed his old friend for over a decade, this man who had been in the entertainment industry for decades was hypocritical to the extreme.

The eight-hand Corolla downstairs was bought by Li Ang at the low price of $2000 in the second-hand market this morning.

Apart from the audible engine noise, the car was practically brain dead.

You call this beautiful?

Although Li Ang has gradually escaped from poverty, his assets have exceeded 2 US dollars from commercial performances alone, not counting the dividends from his records.

The used car industry in the United States is extremely developed, and this money is enough to buy a used Mustang in excellent condition in the used market.

Cars are a necessity for living here; you can't go anywhere without one.

In addition, you can also avoid some unnecessary troubles late at night. You can walk alone on the streets of the black district at midnight and go home without even a pair of pants left.

He bought the car to make himself safer, not to put himself in more danger.

Driving a flashy red Mustang in Brownsville, where the per capita savings rate is negative?

Don't die?

Li Ang is not one of those brainless rappers who spends all his first fortune on luxury cars.

Seeing that Leon didn't react, Phil coughed awkwardly twice and then said, "I'm trying to help you get a spot at the MADE IN AMERICA music festival. I have a long-time friend who works for the organizer."

This is undoubtedly great news.

Compared to those nightclub gigs, the Made in America music festival is not on the same level of importance.

This musical extravaganza is held every September on Philadelphia's Benjamin Franklin Parkway.

The two-day music festival features dozens of top performers and multiple stages.

Every year, Jay-Z handpicks a selection of established and up-and-coming musicians to perform over the weekend – and sometimes, you can even find Jay-Z singing along in the crowd.

"You must seize this opportunity. You will definitely get the benefits."

"Don't worry, I will fight for you. But..."

"Just what? Just say it directly."

Li Ang looked at the old fox's hesitant look, and his first reaction was that this guy might want to borrow money.
In order to catch this big fish, Phil, who was already short of money, made up his mind and took out $1000 as bait.

Let Leon Smith take out the gold coins in his mouth?

This is probably more difficult than putting a giant bikini on the Statue of Liberty.

As for borrowing money, don't even think about it, because the agent is a parasite that survives on the singer.

Phil lowered his head and remained silent for a moment. His expression, which had been playful just a moment ago, suddenly turned serious. "We're running out of time. We have to make peace with T-ray immediately."

Li Ang understood instantly. He had witnessed with his own eyes that Li Ang was overwhelmed with commercial performances these days, and his record sales were skyrocketing. The sales exceeded 30,000 copies in the second week, and the total sales had reached the watershed of 50,000.

However, all this had nothing to do with Phil. He could only watch T-ray, his good friend of more than ten years, count the money until his hands were tired, while his palms were so anxious that sparks were about to come out of them.

I am afraid that my brothers will suffer, and I am even more afraid that my brothers will drive a Land Rover.

However, according to Li Ang, what does this have to do with me? Of course, I have to fight for my own interests.

He put his feet up on Phil's desk and leaned back, saying leisurely, "This is your job, isn't it? Do you want me to go and have a fight with T-ray?"

Phil's expression suddenly became uncertain, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Before Li Ang's first autograph session began, the two parties had already secretly signed an agency contract.

However, due to the existence of T-ray, this contract is now no different from toilet paper. He can only watch T-ray take away the profits that should have belonged to him.

"Three days from now, after your record's second dividend payment, I'll have a complete showdown with T-ray. I hope you'll be there."

Upon hearing this, Li Ang's expression immediately changed: "I have to be there too? Are you kidding me?"

Chester Street was not a good place to do business, especially not backstabbing.

Leon was worried that when Magnum George shot Phil, he would be covered in blood, so he wanted to stay away from him.

"I know what you're worried about." Phil gave a mysterious smile. "I have a trump card, a trump card that neither T-Ray nor George can refuse."

"True card?"

Leon stared at Phil with suspicion. This old man was so poor that he was almost broke. What other cards could he have?
The only thing that can impress T-ray is money, and it must be much more money than what he expects to earn from Leon.

These days, Phil even has to borrow money from Cardi B to fill up his Camaro.

Although the black girl was a bit of a brat, she was a good person and was always very willing to lend money.

Being so poor, it is simply a pipe dream to expect to settle everything with money.

Seeing Leon's puzzled expression, Phil smiled even more proudly: "You'll know when the time comes. The reason you have to come is because this trump card is also the gift I want to give you. It's enough to truly change your future."

The more Leon listened, the more confused he became. However, no matter how much he pressed Phil, he refused to reveal a single word, looking mysterious.

Three days later, in the office of T-ray Black Panther Records.

As soon as Li Ang entered the door, he was shocked by the scene before him.

Mexican girls, South American mixed-race Latinos, black people, blondes, Slavic girls, and even Asians from island countries
T-ray is like a Pokémon master who has collected Pokémon of almost every race in the world.

The girls, wearing the same bikini outfits, were partying on a carpet made of US dollar bills.

T-ray shook off the fat on his belly and stood among the girls in his flowery shorts, looking as licentious as the tyrant Nero.

Li Ang's eyes were almost filled with lust. He muttered to himself, "WTF, are you guys having an Impart (silver party)?"

T-ray quickly and enthusiastically pulled Li Ang to his side and passionately shouted to the girls: "Look who's here, bitches!"

"The pride of Brownsville, the legendary street coconut crisps!"

"He's a mobile gold mine, the young money women dream of."

"Girls, what are you waiting for?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the fierce women rushed towards Li Ang in unison, with greedy and murderous eyes.

These girls have long heard of the name of Street Coconut Crisps. Having sex with celebrities is something that bitches dream of.

What's more, compared with the fat Nico T-ray, Leon is even more energetic than the "Statue of David".

Just one of these two elements, rich and handsome, is enough to drive women crazy.

"WTF!" Leon, who didn't understand the situation, stepped back repeatedly and tried to push away the group of crazy women in front of him.

Watching this hilarious scene, T-ray lit a cigar and said with a smile, "Revelry is the daily theme for celebrities. You have to get used to living like every day is Christmas."

(End of this chapter)