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"That chick is almost two months pregnant. Why doesn't any ngga I know understand what protection is?" Phil continued to complain, spitting as he spoke. "With this trend, I wouldn't be surprised if white people become a minority one day."
"If Von is in trouble, Lupe has already called me."
Leon threw a cigarette to the old geezer, attempting to plug his constantly grumbling mouth.
Relationships between men and women in the black community were already chaotic. It wasn't unusual for cousins in a family to date the same girlfriend.
Besides, although Lupe Fiasco was black, he cared very much about decency. He wouldn't make things too ugly with Leon over a little lover.
"What is Von thinking? Does he plan to keep this child?" Leon asked.
"What do you think?" Phil sneered. "They always only think about sowing seeds and never consider raising them. How could they give up a gift from God?"
"Alright." Leon shrugged and stopped worrying about this matter. As long as Von could afford it, even if he had ten illegitimate children out there, it was none of his business.
On the radio in the office, station Z100 was playing Ariana Grande's new song 7 Rings.
Originally, such an antique shouldn't appear in the CEO's office of a modern company. This was specially added by Bonnie at Leon's request after the acquisition of radio station Z100 was completed.
Now, this music radio station with the highest listenership in New York spent at least half of its daily airtime playing works by Apocalypse Music and Leon himself. Other singers or record companies wanting to promote songs had to spend heavy money.
For companies like Cash Money Records and Roc Nation that weren't so harmonious with him, even if they were willing to pay, they had to stand aside.
Just as Leon had envisioned before, the New York music radio business had become a kingdom where he could take whatever he wanted.
"Our monopoly behavior has caused dissatisfaction among many record companies. If this continues, someone might come looking for trouble..."
Phil looked worried. The entertainment industry was full of various red tapes, but there was only one core principle—"Guarantee competition, oppose monopoly."
Although record companies could legally operate music radio businesses simultaneously, they must comply with media ownership rules set by the Federal Communications Commission (FCC). These rules aim to ensure diversity and competitiveness in the media market.
"To hell with them, I only own four radio stations." Leon gritted his teeth in anger. Compared to record giants who directly or indirectly controlled hundreds of radio stations, his business could only be considered small potatoes.
Not to mention Spotify, the music streaming platform with the best development momentum, whose biggest shareholders were also the three major record giants.
If the RIAA and FCC really wanted to engage in anti-trust, they should target those big fish.
"Because you are too special..." Phil spread his hands. "The achievements you have made in business and music are phenomenal, and all this was completed in just one and a half years. No one in history has done such a thing... You have already made some people feel restless."
Leon was slightly surprised. Although his achievements were not small, were they enough to pressure the old capital in the media industry?
He calmed down and thought about it. The old geezer's reminder wasn't an overly imaginative conspiracy theory.
Legendary godfather figures like David Geffen had been targeting him openly and secretly for some time.
"The tallest trees in the forest are always the first to be destroyed when a hurricane comes..." Leon muttered to himself.
Snap—Phil snapped his fingers. "That's exactly what I mean! Fk, you talk more and more like a capitalist now, as obscure as a philosopher!"
"But even the strongest hurricane can do nothing against redwoods tens of meters high, right?" Leon glanced at his watch while joking.
Ten minutes later, Sean walked into the office, followed by Ariana.
Little A wore a killer Barbie pink trench coat, stepping on 12-centimeter high boots to cover up her height pain point. Hopping like a lively rabbit every two steps, she seemed to be in a pretty good mood.
"Program recording finished?" Leon asked.
To promote Little A's new song 7 Rings, he mobilized all promotional channels under his banner.
Little A was not only the cover figure of this issue of Vibe magazine, with an exclusive interview occupying more than ten pages, but she had also just participated in T-Ray's "Underground Rap" program.
Except for Diddy's ex-girlfriend Cassie, this program invited a non-rapper for the first time.
"Miss Ariana performed very well. She could easily catch the jokes thrown by T-Ray without a script." Sean looked at Ariana, a trace of doting actually in his eyes.
"Really?" Leon couldn't believe it. The scene of taking Little A back to Brownsville to shoot a documentary a few months ago was still vivid in his mind.
T-Ray's mouthful of profanity and dirty jokes once made the girl so shy she couldn't lift her head.
"Of course. Everyone at the recording site liked Ariana very much, even that fat ngga T-Ray was no exception. Her wit is not inferior to her beauty at all!"
Bombarded by a long string of rainbow farts, Ariana looked even more proud. Tilting her head, looking at Leon with her chin.
Her career made huge progress right from the start of 2012. 7 Rings currently ranked eighth on the Billboard Hot 100.
The upper limit of this work couldn't be seen yet, and the data was still rising rapidly.
Ariana's creative ability and image were further recognized by the market. More and more music critics admitted she could replace Britney Spears and become the new generation of "America's Sweetheart."
With success in her music career, commercial endorsements also came knocking one after another.
Three days ago, she signed a contract with P&G to become the spokesperson for the Always (Whisper) teenage series products.
Currently, many beauty brands wanted to cooperate with her, trying to make articles on her exquisite and girlish face and jointly launch personal brands.
Ariana was fulfilling her bold words in 7 Rings one by one—"Whoever said money can't solve your problems, must not have had enough money to solve 'em."
"You really impress people, Little A..." Leon praised Ariana, then turned his gaze to Phil. "Next month, you can shift the focus of Little A's promotion to Canada. Her image will be very popular there."
"No problem!" Phil also thought this was the right choice and agreed readily.
Before Christmas, Apocalypse Agency negotiated with Ariana's brother Frankie, demanding his manager rights.
Frankie had been disciplined by Leon several times and received $200,000 from him to solve his financial crisis. He had no option to refuse and agreed to sign immediately.
Since then, he only served as Ariana's professional manager, responsible for long-term strategic guidance such as career planning, image management, and brand building.
Work such as negotiating commercial performances was completely transferred to Phil and Marco.
"Oh my God, you have to leave me some private space. I don't even have time to date." Ariana deliberately raised her tone, glancing at Leon intentionally while speaking.
"You're dating?" Leon asked.
"Just have this plan. My social media receives thousands of private messages every day." Ariana's arrogant expression seemed to say: I don't lack men chasing me; their queue can line up from New York to Paris.
Leon pursed his lips and teased, "Never choose a boyfriend from those fans. You simply can't imagine what they do to your photos every night."
As soon as the voice fell, Phil laughed out loud, and Sean echoed, "You should listen to the boss. He has the superpower to gain insight into human nature..."
"What are you talking about!" Ariana was ashamed and angry, her pretty face flushing red.
"You guys!" In a hurry, she stomped her foot, turned around, and walked away with her assistant.
Leon hooked his finger to signal Sean to come closer and asked him about his thoughts on the development of Lion's Den Media this year.
After acquiring radio station Z100, Lion's Den Media possessed assets of nearly 100 million, finally having some scale.
Leon deeply understood how important promotional work was. When he didn't have his own promotional position, he could only be passively beaten by competitors' deliberate smearing.
The importance of owning media mouthpieces lies not only in music promotion but sometimes also serves as a sharp weapon to pierce opponents. The enemy clearly doesn't see blood but is already trapped in a huge vortex.
The New York Times publisher Arthur Sulzberger Jr. tortured Weinstein with just a few reports, which left a deep impression on Leon.
"Money. If the company wants to continue expanding at this stage, it can only continue to throw money. I can't think of other ways." Sean bluntly stated his thoughts. In his perception, the media industry was no different from land enclosure.
Spend more money, enclose more land. Whoever owns the most land is the master of this hunting ground.
"I understand what you mean." After taking Z100, Leon was no longer obsessed with the expansion of the radio business; this sunset industry was not worth investing more energy in.
He twirled his pen, thought for a moment, and asked, "What do you think about newspapers?"
Sean shook his head immediately and bluntly stated his thoughts, "Except for established giants like The Washington Post and The New York Times, tabloids have no value at all."
Newspapers with a daily circulation of less than 150,000 copies were meaningless in his view. Tabloids could only struggle to survive by publishing scam ads.
Newspapers that met the current development needs of the company had to at least reach the standard of the New York Post or The Boston Globe.
And the value of these newspapers was at least tens of millions of dollars. Except for being promotional weapons, they had little value, and making a profit was extremely difficult.
Leon sighed lightly and could only abandon this unrealistic idea in the short term.
The atmosphere in the office was somewhat quiet. Bonnie held a coffee cup, leaned against the wall, and teased, "You men need to keep your thinking up with the times. We are already in a brand new era. Have you seen even one young person with the habit of reading newspapers?"
"Isn't there one right here?" Phil pointed at Leon and mocked.
"This guy is a freak." Bonnie put down the coffee cup, walked to the middle in high heels, and lectured the men. "Does no one care about social media? You can't just be interested in the internet when logging into Prnhub."