Marcus took a deep drag on his cigarette and said, "Biggie was the same way back then. He was a truly talented genius, the kind not inferior to Grandmaster Caz."
"It's a pity he died too early. Even now, I often miss the time we spent getting high together in my grandmother's basement."
Suddenly, Marcus changed the subject and asked a sharp question: "Who do you think killed Biggie?"
This question stumped Phil. The cause of Biggie's death was even more confusing than Tupac's.
Many media speculated that P. Diddy, Biggie's boss at the time, sent people to shoot Tupac.
But no one could say clearly who killed Biggie.
Phil spread his hands and said, "I've been in this circle since the 90s. I know Suge Knight; he's the crudest and most shameless scum I've ever seen..."
"But I don't think he sent people to kill Biggie to avenge Tupac."
Marcus's eyes lit up instantly. "Why?"
"It's simple. There was already some friction between Suge and Tupac. They argued fiercely more than once over copyright issues..."
"I even suspect this was a setup jointly orchestrated by Suge and P. Diddy."
Marcus narrowed his eyes, puffing out clouds of smoke. He had been unable to let go of Biggie's death for a long time.
"Interesting... I once questioned Diddy face-to-face about the inside story of this matter, but that guy ignored me completely."
"Rich nggas, you know... we are already people from two different worlds."
The group chatted around the topic of "hip-hop music" for about an hour.
No matter what questions Marcus threw out, they were always cleverly resolved by Leon's side.
Seeing the time was ripe, Leon said appropriately, "Mr. Marcus, do you believe now that we truly love hip-hop music?"
"This..."
"Don't hesitate. You've dedicated 20 years to this radio station. Take this money and enjoy life properly."
"Shxt..."
Marcus fell into a strong internal struggle.
After the decline of gangsta music in the millennium, he had given almost everything to maintain the momentum of this radio station.
Cardi also took the opportunity to fall into Marcus's arms, holding her "big guns" with both hands and shaking them crazily, attempting to confuse the other party's mind.
"Don't hesitate, Marcus~ My boss Leon is the white man who loves Black people and Black culture the most in this world."
"He will treat this radio station like a lover."
Leon also quickly took over the conversation: "God... I simply love Black people to death... You have made outstanding contributions in science, economy, and culture."
"You are the true pillars of American society!"
When Phil heard these words, he could hardly hide his disgusted expression: How could you say such things?
Does technology refer to hand-crafting automatic modules for Glocks to increase killing efficiency?
Does it refer to transforming cocaine into more dangerous "crack"?
Does economy refer to helping Mexicans distribute local specialties and promoting North American trade integration?
Does culture refer to exporting the culture of "violence" and "promiscuity" to teenagers?
No matter how outrageous these words were, they ultimately moved Marcus.
"I have one condition."
"No problem, Mr. Marcus. I will try my best to satisfy all your conditions. Was my offer not satisfactory to you?"
Marcus shook his head. "It has nothing to do with money..."
"I only have two conditions. First, no matter what type of music you want to broadcast on the radio, even damn choir music is fine!"
"But Lion's Den Radio must remain a radio station focused on gangsta rap; it cannot change for a hundred years!"
"No problem!" Leon agreed immediately.
What he thought in his heart was: A hundred years my ass. Whether you, a junkie with a mouth full of rotten teeth, can last a few more years is a big question.
"Second... as long as I'm alive, the head DJ of this radio station can only be me!"
"You must agree to this. Without it, I really don't know what else I can do..."
"I can even work without a salary..."
Hearing this, Leon's eyes instantly lit up.
Is there such a good thing?
In the original business plan, the cost of acquiring radio stations wasn't the biggest expense.
It was keeping so many DJs on the payroll. Even a popular singer like him would find it hard to bear.
He was very worried that before he could cancel all these garbage radio stations, the cost of DJ salaries would drag him down.
"No problem!" Leon hurried forward, grabbed Marcus's hand, and shook it up and down. "You are a true MC, the embodiment of the hip-hop spirit!"
After the negotiation ended, Leon had Aisha draw up a paper contract.
Waiting only for Marcus to sign it, the last piece of the "radio network" business plan puzzle would be in place.
For nearly a month, he had been enduring endless smears from trolls. Now, the time to fight back had finally arrived.
The smears against Leon by Kanye's trolls turned into endless "black traffic," so much so that before Roc Nation conducted any decent promotion for the Demons album, the media had already hyped up the heat abnormally high.
In Leon's view, Kanye's money was completely wasted.
If he were to attack Kanye and Chris, he certainly wouldn't use "promiscuity" or "street crime experience" as chips.
What do gangsta rappers fear most?
That is becoming a coward in the public impression.
After the radio network plan was basically constructed, Leon had the fifteen radio stations under his control play his works and the works of artists under Apocalypse Music non-stop.
Under this information bombardment, the ears of the bottom-class people in New York were calloused from listening, almost brainwashed.
And in the gaps between playing songs, radio DJs would also intersperse some dirt on Kanye and Chris.
For example, Kanye's current girlfriend, Amber Rose, was picked up and banged fiercely by rapper Wiz Khalifa, and the angry Kanye could only swallow his anger.
The girl he fancied, Kardashian, was used like a toy by P. Diddy, while Kanye smiled bitterly on the side and handed over a toy fake eggplant.
In addition, Leon also instructed the radio DJs to fully recount the "Los Angeles club conflict incident" which had high heat on the internet.
Many onlookers tuned into the corresponding radio channels specifically to understand the truth of the incident in depth.
In this way, while exposing the opponent's dirt, Leon's radio network also harvested a wave of new fans.
Chris Brown was furious after learning about this, throwing tantrums on social media every other day.
He @Leon on Twitter almost three times a day, accompanied by some pictures of firearms and death threat texts.
Regarding this, Leon never responded directly, replying with two emojis under Chris's tweets every time.
"A peach and a Black man's avatar."
This approach undoubtedly made Chris break down even more.
During the inspiration refresh period this month, Leon became even more certain of one thing: the refresh mechanism didn't always produce works suitable for him.
In November, he got a bitter love song, which was undoubtedly incompatible with his persona.
Fortunately, it was approaching Christmas, and most Western singers had the habit of recording Christmas blessing songs.
The essence of doing this was to convey blessings, and most singers would cover classic Christmas tracks to deal with it.
But there were also some guys bursting with inspiration who would record a demo with their discarded drafts.
Doing so was not only more sincere but could also leech off a wave of Christmas traffic to see if it could become popular.
Whenever these important traditional festivals came around, the usefulness of those waste inspirations became apparent.