Reborn Scumbag: Jizzing to the Top of the Music Empire and Hollywood Chapter 112 106: Ariana’s Adoration

Over the next two days, social dia was flooded with photos and short videos of the mysterious n in trench coats at the Majestic Theatre.

Various versions of rumors were flying everywhere.

So witnesses claid that a Black man was lying on the ground that night, his face covered in blood, in a deep coma, his life hanging by a thread.

The most exaggerated version claid that a fierce shootout occurred there that day, and the group of trench coat n opened fire in public, leaving people dead on the spot.

Many believed the leader of this gang of thugs was the currently hot rock singer Leon, but others firmly refuted this rumor.

The photos taken by witnesses at the Majestic Theatre were very blurry, causing endless argunts between the two sides.

In short, very few people knew what really happened that day.

At 8:00 AM sharp, Leon sat in his office, feet propped up, enjoying his coffee while scrolling through social dia with a grin he couldn't hide.

This was exactly the effect he wanted to achieve: deterring his opponents without attracting trouble from the police.

Lenny called, pretending to be concerned. "Leon... you didn't go to the Majestic Theatre two days ago, right?"

Leon could figure it out with his toes; this was Jay-Z asking Lenny to test the waters.

The relationship between the two sides was now in a delicate balance. As long as the renewal contract wasn't signed, there was a risk of falling out.

"Apart from the promotional plans the company arranged for ... where I go is my freedom." After speaking, Leon hung up directly, leaving infinite room for imagination.

"God damn it! This company is getting more and more abnormal!"

"Shxt, do the idiots here still live in the nineties?"

"Damn xicans, stop staring at like that, I'm your boss's manager!"

Just as Leon wanted so peace and quiet, Phil's cursing ca from downstairs.

The old geezer was exceptionally emotional today. usually, he avoided Jorge's gang like the plague, but today he suddenly grew a spine.

He pushed the door open, waving a newspaper in his hand, and questioned, "Look what you've done, you made the news, you bastard!"

Phil slamd a copy of The New York Sun on the table.

This newspaper was cheap and mainly published negative news like suicides, cris, trials, and fires, profiting mainly by satisfying the audience's morbid curiosity.

A photo of Leon and his group was published in a prominent position in the newspaper.

The photographer chose an excellent angle; against the black-and-white layout, it looked even more like Chicago mobsters.

Leon looked up and glanced at Phil. "Are you so sure this person is ?"

"Hmph, even if you were nailed to a cross and burned to a crisp, I'd recognize you." Phil snorted coldly. "Those disgusting mustaches on those xicans, who are they trying to fool?"

Seeing that the cat was out of the bag, Leon spread his hands directly, indicating he wouldn't pretend anymore. There was no need to keep pretending with Phil.

"Your reaction seems a bit too big. Competitors are using all kinds of dirty tricks against ; I have to make so effective counterattacks."

"This is self-defense."

Leon deliberately enunciated "self-defense" very clearly.

"I understand your current situation... A label established half a year ago launching three phenonal female singers in a row—those old record companies have long been jealous to the point of going crazy."

"But you shouldn't have taken this bunch of old xicans and used so damn street thods to solve the problem!"

Phil got more and more agitated as he spoke, finally covering his head and shouting, "There's less than a week before you step onto the Grammy stage. Do you want to go to prison before that?"

Hearing this, Leon showed a puzzled look.

He could understand Phil's worry about losing his biggest cash cow, but this reaction seed a bit too extre.

A keen sense told him that Phil must know sothing he didn't.

"Tell , why would I go to prison? I didn't leave any evidence... one or two blurry photos prove nothing."

Phil gritted his teeth and responded, "NYPD Commissioner McMahon, that damn corrupt elent, a scumbag who rose to power by kissing senators' asses... he's a regular at Diddy's parties!"

"Diddy isn't the ngga who only knew how to use violence to solve problems anymore... The purpose of his parties is to maintain a huge network of relationships!"

The old geezer's words did make so sense, and Leon fell into deep thought.

He did see many political figures who didn't belong to the entertainnt circle at Diddy's party, but he didn't think much of it at the ti.

Thinking about it now, Diddy's parties had so many tender young n and won, and enough illegal substances to fill a room...

Although orgies aren't illegal in Arica, the content of Diddy's parties obviously touched the law.

And 100% felonies!

Such large-scale criminal behavior would be impossible without a protective umbrella behind it.

Otherwise, this kind of blatant criminal activity wouldn't have gone on for more than ten years.

"Listen, Phil, you don't understand the situation at the ti. I had no better choice." Leon lit a cigarette and said in a deep voice.

Violence was indeed an efficient ans.

Since the incident at the Majestic Theatre, although the saring against him hadn't stopped, the trolls' wording was obviously much more polite.

Leonard also paused contact with Robbie and Ariana's agents.

"Shxt! The water here is deep! Whether success or failure, in the final analysis, it's just business. It's really not worth risking your life and freedom!"

Phil downed half a glass of whiskey in one go before his emotions eased. Leon couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him.

At 2:00 PM, it was ti for him and Ariana to appear on The Joe Rogan Experience.

Leon had participated in many interviews and podcasts, and he was already experienced in facing sharp questions from hosts.

But this ti, facing Joe Rogan, the preparation he made in advance was hardly used.

Joe Rogan didn't care about scandals; even if he occasionally ntioned them, he just touched on them briefly.

When asked about his ambiguous relationship with Ariana, Leon quickly denied it.

But Ariana's answer was very ambiguous: "Any girl would have the urge to marry him!"

Leon didn't know whether to laugh or cry, wondering how this sentence would be twisted by fake news, and what Robbie would think after seeing it.

Next, the discussion went from albums to rock history, and then to views on the future trends of pop music.

Finally, they even talked about the rapidly rising sport of Mixed Martial Arts (MMA).

Leon was quite interested in a dium-sized fighting event called the UFC, and Joe Rogan happened to be the host and promoter of this program.

"Brock Lesnar is my good friend; he's a barbarian as strong as a beast! Losing to Cain was an accident; he was suffering from diverticulitis at the ti..." Joe Rogan said excitedly.

"That guy is indeed strong as an ox, but I appreciate martial artists like Anderson 'The Spider' Silva more..." Leon responded.

"After acquiring WEC, the UFC's financial situation isn't very good now. UFC boss Dana White told maybe one day we won't see such wonderful fights anymore."

"I don't want such a thing to happen." Leon leaned back in his chair and joked, "Maybe one day I'll buy this event."

Joe Rogan laughed loudly. "I have no doubt about that. Everyone says you're an investnt genius. The streetwalkers all over Florida are wearing the clothing brand you invested in."

The two chatted more and more agreeably, even making Leon forget about clearing Ariana's na for a mont.

When the topic ca up, Leon first righteously denied all the dia rumors about Ariana.

"Saring! Naked saring!"

"Ariana is standing right in front of you. She's the sa off-cara as she is on-cara!"

"Look at her innocent appearance, which man would believe she lusts after big dicks!"

Leon looked solemn, while Ariana blushed unknowingly. "Hey... you're being too blunt!"

To increase credibility, Leon brought out his trump card at the end of the show.

"I want to invite a special guest."

Leon clapped his hands, and Dean walked out from backstage like a dog with broken bones, looking lost.

Despite ergency dical treatnt, his cheeks were still swollen like balls, an inflammatory reaction after having teeth pulled.

To make his state look more natural, two makeup artists worked on him for over an hour just to cover up the traces of injury.

Thick foundation on his charcoal-black face made him look like he was cosplaying a white person, very comical.

"Dean, sit down quickly." Leon just patted Dean's shoulder, and the other party trembled uncontrollably, obviously having a PTSD reaction. "Tell everyone what you know..."

Dean held his head in annoyance and poured out everything about how he was bought by money to sar Ariana, interspersed with so paragraphs designed by Leon.

Due to missing eight teeth and swollen gums, many syllables were lost during pronunciation.

But fortunately, he still narrated the whole process completely.

Ariana showed an expression of amazent when seeing this scene.

In the gaze she directed at Leon, admiration and gratitude were about to overflow the screen.

Joe Rogan frowned and asked, "Mr. Dean, are you saying soone found you, gave you a sum of money to lie and sar Ariana? And they beat you?"

"Yes... that group of beasts tortured inhumanely!" Speaking of this, Dean almost burst into tears.

No one could understand the grievance in his heart. It was foreseeable that after this episode aired, Apocalypse Music's reputation would turn around.

And the evil and cunning mastermind behind the scenes would be condemned by fans.

"See that, everyone? Dean is such an honest and simple Black guy; he just did a stupid thing because he was tempted..."

Speaking of this, Leon changed his tone and fired shots at the mastermind. "And those guys hiding behind and using him are the truly shaless ones. You idiots are provoking my bottom line!"

He patted Dean's shoulder, revealing a mysterious smile. That smile was chilling, and Dean's expression instantly distorted as if experiencing atavism.

"Tell us, Dean, what usually happens to guys who do stupid things."

Every cell in Dean's body was trembling. He widened his eyes and said word by word to the cara: "You will go to hell..."

"Right, exactly! Guys who do bad things will go to hell!" Leon looked righteous and waved his hand to let Dean return backstage.

After the clarification segnt ended, the recording of the show also entered the countdown.

Joe Rogan wished Apocalypse Music a full load of awards at the Grammys in a week at the end of the show, and the handshake between the two sides marked the official end of the recording.

The three-hour marathon recording exhausted Leon, but fortunately, all imdiate crises were temporarily resolved.

Sitting in the car, he yawned while holding the steering wheel. "Fxxk, I just want to take a good bath now, preferably a sauna or sothing."

Vague mories gradually surged; he suddenly thought of those warm bath centers in the East. Arica didn't have these good things.

"Maybe you can co to my house... my bathtub is huge, and there's a beautiful Nordic sauna..." Ariana held Leon's arm, stars in her eyes.

After this incident, even if Warner or Sony threw a huge contract with astronomical figures in her face, it was unlikely they could poach her successfully.

"Really?" Leon raised his eyebrows.

"Of course... my landlord is a Finn; he can't tolerate life without a sauna." Ariana showed a playful smile. "This is absolutely the best sauna you can find in Brooklyn!"

With a try-it-out ntality, Leon finally accepted Ariana's invitation.

He kept telling himself in his heart that it was just a sauna, but so dirty thoughts kept popping up.

He suddenly realized sothing.

It was already 2011; Ariana was already a big girl who could stand on her own.

Ariana's bathroom was just as she said before, very large. Inside, there was not only a huge triangular bathtub but also a seemingly luxurious wooden sauna room.

Leon wrapped himself in a bath towel and splashed water on the rocks of the carbon stove. Steam rose instantly.

He narrowed his eyes in enjoynt. "Fxxk, those Nordics really know how to enjoy life."

Click—

The sound of the door opening woke Leon up. He squinted and took a look.

Ariana walked in shyly, wearing silk pajamas.

"What? Little A, what are you doing?"

"I thought..." Ariana lowered her head, cheeks flushed. "Can we do this together? I've been so tense lately, haven't relaxed in a long ti..."

Leon wanted to refuse, but thinking carefully, it was just taking a sauna together; it was nothing.

After Ariana entered the steam room, although not a single drop of water was added to the carbon stove, the temperature rose sharply.

And a faint girlish fragrance wafted in the humid and hot air.

After staying for only two minutes, Leon cried out that he couldn't handle it. Clutching his bath towel, he rushed out. Staying any longer would sooner or later lead to trouble.

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February 11th

For the upcoming Grammy Awards ceremony, Leon flew to Los Angeles in advance.

Although he didn't receive an official invitation to perform at the awards ceremony, and there was absolutely no need to advance the schedule by two days.

But today there was another important matter: the movie Straight Outta Compton officially started filming in Compton, Los Angeles.

Leon followed the crew to the shooting location.

Due to the existence of "Saint" Robinson, this city known as the most dangerous area in the US beca the safest place for Leon.

The nggas on both sides of the street were very respectful to the crew and took on the security work for the crew.

After Jas Wan simply briefed the entire crew for twenty minutes...

The set design team and props team started their preparations before shooting one after another.

Fixed caras were also arranged in place under Jas Wan's layout, not missing any angle.

The main cinematographer and other caran shouldered their equipnt, waiting in full array.

"Action!"

With Jas Wan's order, Eazy-E, played by Kendrick, slowly walked out from the end of the dilapidated and dim street.

All caras quickly locked onto him as the focal point.