America's Top Player

Chapter 110 Robbie's Small Treasury
"She's not usually like this." Leon explained as he shouted, "Bonnie! Has New York's heating reached this level?!"

"Put your clothes on quickly!"

Obviously, Bonnie was very surprised by Robbie's unexpected visit. After a brief moment of distraction, she quickly covered her important parts and ran into her room.

Robbie crossed his arms and his mouth was almost turned up to the sky.

"Let me explain, dear."

Although Li Ang is very good at deceiving women, coaxing and deceiving are actually two different things.

He has already used his life's rhetoric to explain the ambiguous scene with Beyoncé at the Grammy Awards.

"You don't have to explain. Bonnie is your assistant. It's no big deal for her to take care of your daily life." Robbie kept sneering, and Leon could even hear the sound of her teeth grinding.

She continued, "It's just that the place you live now is a little too shabby. You're a Grammy Award winner and a rising star in the record industry. Haven't you ever thought about moving?"

Li Ang smiled helplessly.

Although he is very stingy, it does not mean that he does not know how to enjoy life. If he were in a Midwestern city, he would have moved into a large garden house covering tens of thousands of square feet long ago.

Maybe he'd even hire a few curvy blondes to do the housework.

But in the heart of Brooklyn Heights, the money that would buy a single-family home in the Midwest might only buy enough to buy a bathroom here.

Li Ang spread his hands and said, "No money."

Robbie covered his mouth with an incredulous expression, "How is it possible that your album sold hundreds of thousands of copies and the girls in the company are making money for you?"

"I invested in that movie, and it cost me a lot of money," Li Ang said, spreading his hands. "The streaming revenue hasn't arrived yet. The company's financial accounts are very complicated now, and the billing cycle is much longer than before."

After hearing this, Robbie could only choose to believe it. Every time she came to the Apocalypse Music headquarters, she would see Elsa working overtime until late.

She had heard Aisha complain more than once that she was so busy that she didn't even have time to have sex.

"Maybe you should give Miss Aisha a raise. She's the hardest working woman I've ever met."

"Aisha is already the financial director. I've raised her salary to $10,000 a month. This salary is enough for her to be a respectable person in New York."

From the initial annual salary of $80,000 to the current $120,000, the salary increase is as high as 50%.

Leon is not a good man. He did this just to gain Elsa's loyalty.

This woman has connections with almost all Mexican gangs across the United States, and there might be some big secrets hidden behind her.

This is also the reason why Li Ang deliberately keeps his distance from her. She is the only female employee in Apocalypse Music who has no ambiguous relationship with the boss.

But at least for now, Elsa has not shown any abnormality.

After a moment's silence, Robbie asked, "I mean, maybe we can buy a house together in New York, so you and Miss Bunny won't have to squeeze so hard together."

Buy a house?

When Li Ang heard the plan of building a love nest together, he was stunned for a while, and a series of ridiculously large numbers popped up in his mind.

He sighed and whispered, "Let's talk about this later. The housing prices in New York are really outrageous. Some areas can't even compare to Beverly Hills."

"We don't need to buy a very big house. A 2000-square-foot apartment is enough to meet the needs of both of us," Robbie responded.

"2000 square feet? In the heart of Brooklyn Heights, an apartment like that would cost at least tens of millions of dollars, and I don't have that much right now."

Before Li Ang could finish his words, Robbie hugged his arm and said coquettishly, "I'm not asking you to work hard alone. I also have a small treasury!"

"you?"

Leon's face was full of doubt. Although Robbie was very successful in the music industry, he was still a second-rate actor in Hollywood.

The income from her acting career is probably only enough to maintain her own daily luxury consumption.

Although "Faded" is a global hit, the profits that Robbie, as the boss, has made from it are not enough to buy a house in New York. How much money can he have after taking 33% of the sales commission?
"I still have 600 million dollars in my account. Maybe in a while this number will become 1000 million. By then we can own our own property." Robbie looked proud, his head almost reaching the sky.

Li Ang was completely shocked when he heard this number.

Facts have proved that he completely underestimated the profits from commercial performances. "Faded", as a phenomenal electronic music work, became popular all over the world during the electronic music boom.

From Paris to Tokyo, Robbie's commercial performances are all over the world's electronic music festivals.

This forced Li Ang, who had never been interested in commercial performances, to re-evaluate the profits of this sector: Are those agents earning too much?
"That's a good suggestion, but let's wait until the movie 'Straight Outta Compton' is released." This was Leon's well-considered answer.

The two are currently just boyfriend and girlfriend, and who knows what kind of trouble will arise if they own a property together.

Robbie didn't dwell on this topic any further.

She took off her boots, stepped on the floor with her bare white feet, and casually took off her coat and hung it on the hanger.

Next up is a sweater and leggings.
Now she was only wearing a set of underwear.

"What are you doing?" Li Ang was confused for a moment. He had just fed the other person in Los Angeles yesterday.

"The heating in New York is really hot." Robbie put on an apron and rolled his eyes coquettishly, "Let me cook for you tonight~"

Can she cook?
Li Ang's face was full of distrust. This woman didn't look like the kind of woman who could do housework.

Robbie was tinkering in the kitchen, and soon smoke came out, almost triggering the alarm system of the apartment connected to the fire department.

Generally speaking, only Chinese people have this kind of scene when cooking, while white people usually eat some simple microwave food.

"WTF are you doing?" Li Ang rushed into the kitchen to take a look.

Robbie was holding a spatula with a panicked look on his face, his body half a meter away from the frying pan.

A burnt egg lay quietly in the frying pan.

Li Ang was filled with questions. "After all this time, you only managed to fry an egg?"

"There's more!" Robbie proudly took out a piece of disgusting sticky stuff from the microwave, "Macaroni meat sauce~"

Fried eggs and microwaved food, the simplest white meal looks as complicated as a Chinese meal under Robbie's operation.

At the dining table, Robbie sat on a chair with an expectant expression on his face, "Eat, dear~"

Looking at the dark macaroni that looked like vomit, Leon, holding a knife and fork, didn't know where to start.

The rising star in the music industry who had made bold statements and boasted so powerfully on Grammy night now looked confused and didn't know what to do.

Robbie wiggled his little feet under the table, narrowing his eyes and giving a wicked smile, "Is the food I cooked not to your taste, Honey?"

That smile gave Leon a chill, and he immediately realized that the other party was punishing him in an unconventional way.

Thinking about everything that had happened recently, he had no choice but to eat it in order to calm Robbie down.

He used his knife and fork to cut the "charcoal" in front of him, picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. "Is it delicious?" Robbie stared at Leon with fox-like eyes.

"It's very delicious, better than what my mom makes." Li Ang ate it without saying a word.

"I'm glad you like it. By the way, when are you going to take me to meet your mother?" Robbie supported his chin with his hand and tilted his head.

Under the table, she was launching a covert attack.

The comfortable touch spreads throughout the body like an electric current, guiding the release of dopamine.

Looking down, I saw Robbie's glowing white feet.

He could only sigh helplessly: "Fxxk really doesn't have a single day off"

That night, Bonnie hardly slept all night, tormented by the screams coming from the next room.

The next morning, as soon as he arrived at the company, Li Ang asked Robbie to do some simple vocal training with the vocal teacher.

The vocal teacher quickly noticed something was wrong and asked curiously, "Miss Robbie, why is your voice suddenly hoarse? It was fine yesterday."

Robbie could only perfunctorily say: "I am not used to the heating in New York. I think I have a cold."

In the label manager's office, Li Ang poured a cup of coffee as usual.

There are three newspapers on the left hand side, and the right hand is sliding on the mouse, browsing the topics about the Grammy Awards on social media.

Although the biggest winners at the Grammy Awards were Rihanna, JAY-Z and Mars, it was Li Ang's acceptance speech that topped the trending searches.

He has been plagued by negative news since his debut half a year ago, so much so that the media can no longer find the right words to attack him.

Scumbag, arrogant, gang member, disrespectful to seniors
To Leon, these were just clichés and didn't hurt at all.

But when he learned from the newly recruited marketing director Rubio that fans were queuing outside the music store to buy the "Demons" album, he knew he had done the right thing again.

It was almost 11 o'clock in the morning when Phil's obscene laughter came from outside the door.

"Hi~Bonnie, your butt is more perky today than usual!"

"And you, Elsa, why don't you show off your cleavage today? Look at all the gentlemen here, they're all listless. Their work efficiency has at least dropped by half!"

Phil walked into Leon's office amid laughter and joy.

"You seem to be a little late today." Li Ang rocked the swivel chair and glanced at the time on the dial.

"You have no idea how bad the traffic jam is today!"

"Fuck! I don't know what's wrong with those bitches who are fighting females today. From Manhattan Beach to Brooklyn Heights, there are these bitches parading everywhere!"

Phil cursed as he placed a stack of documents on Leon's desk.

This is the commercial performance plan he planned for Li Ang from the end of February to April.

"I've eliminated activities that you're not interested in or that pay less. See if there's anything else that needs adjusting."

Lao Deng's face was full of dissatisfaction. The powerful agent would not even ask the singers themselves when arranging performances for them.

Every time he had to discuss with Li Ang and completely obey the other party's arrangements.

The last singer who made him so humble was Avril Lavigne.

Li Ang picked up the document, flipped through two pages, and put it down.

The performance plan is no different from the past, mainly focusing on promotional performances for "Demon" and music festival performances.

The only bright spot was the Coachella Music Festival in April.

Among the three major music festivals held in California, Coachella is the largest and has the most powerful cast.

Almost all the singers who can perform on this stage are top-tier singers. Now its influence and cast lineup make it no exaggeration to say that it is the number one music festival in the United States.

"Is there nothing else besides these?" Li Ang asked, reclining in his swivel chair. "You mentioned before that there's a women's boxing organization holding a rally and wanting me to perform for them, and that there might even be a New York State senator appearing at the rally?"

Phil's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this. "Didn't you say you weren't interested in political activities, whether left or right?"

"I've changed my mind now." Li Ang spread his hands. "Many of them are my fans. Maybe I shouldn't be so mean to them."

Phil kept sneering. Although he didn't know what Leon was planning, he didn't believe even a single punctuation mark in his words!
But no matter what Leon's purpose is, it doesn't matter anymore. It's enough that he can change his mindset.

After 2008, various white left-wing thoughts swept across the United States like a hurricane, and society is undergoing a huge transformation of "awakening."

Such groups are often fanatical fans, and rednecks in rural areas have never been the mainstream consumers in the record market.

Against this backdrop, many top celebrities will step forward to support various "awakening movements" and seize the core fan base.

"I don't know why you've finally come to your senses, but it's a good thing." Phil pondered for a moment before continuing, "There are so many organizations that want to invite you to their platform. Cindy, your biggest fan on Reddit, is one of the leaders of the New York Awakening Movement."

"Really?" Li Ang suddenly became excited. He didn't expect that he had such high-quality fans.

There are countless awakening organizations across the United States. Although these people come from different backgrounds, most of them are middle- and low-income people.

They rely on identity authentication to seek a sense of existence in society.

But with the policy shift of the Democratic Party, the influence of these organizations is no longer comparable to that at the beginning of the millennium.

Many prominent members of the Democratic Party have to rely on cooperating with these organizations to win votes and consolidate their positions.

Phil responded, "Of course, you may not know how many times they've invited you, but Bonnie knows it very well."

Li Ang lit a cigarette and puffed away contentedly. "Very good. Please help me contact Miss Cindy. I'd be happy to contribute to their great movement."

"After the Grammys, my schedule is very busy, you know. I only attend the most important events with heavyweights in attendance."

Hearing this, Phil instantly understood everything and understood why Leon suddenly changed his mind and stood up for this group of losers whom he despised the most.

Public figures have already gained strong social influence through their fan base, and there are only two ways to achieve a higher social status.

One way is charity, which is what many superstars including MJ, Madonna, Bob Dylan and others do.

Another way is to deal with politicians.

Li Ang is not the first star to think of doing this. On the contrary, this is the mainstream in the entertainment industry.

"Very good, it seems you've really grown a lot." Phil picked up his briefcase and prepared to go to church. "But you must not get too close to politicians. Compared to that, the entertainment industry is as innocent as playing house."

Li Ang blew out a large puff of smoke, and responded with a smile on his face: "Don't think too much. For me, everything is just for my fans."

"Does this guy think I'm a moron?" Phil thought to himself, scratched his head, turned around and left the office.

(End of this chapter)