Three days later, Leon appeared at JFK International Airport with Ariana, Phil, and others, targeting Miami.
In the first-class lounge, a song from Leon's new album was playing on the broadcast.
He subconsciously turned up the collar of his trench coat and pushed up his sunglasses to prevent being recognized.
The impact brought by Billboard TOP 3 was tangible; his life rhythm was completely disrupted.
A group of paparazzi often gathered downstairs at Leon's residence on Henry Street; some bold ones would even squat directly at his door.
He wanted to beat up these hateful paparazzi several times.
Fortunately, bearing the notorious name of "Street Jesus," every time before he could make a move, those reporters would slip away in panic like wild dogs.
Now he was incredibly glad he rented the top floor; otherwise, instructing Bonnie's "Naked Yoga" class would be monitored by these paparazzi.
In addition, his mailbox was often stuffed with gifts from fans.
Most of them were strange things like unwrapped underwear, second-hand fake eggplants, etc.
Street Jesus maintained heat by relying on "black traffic." Among his fans, there were many freaks and lunatics, especially hardcore fans.
This seriously interfered with his normal life. He decided to launch several more versions of the Demons album to harvest leeks.
Sales reach 500,000 copies, launch a Gold Commemorative Edition.
Sales reach 1 million copies, launch a Platinum Commemorative Edition.
Launch another commemorative edition on the first anniversary of release, using every means to drain these fans' wallets!
While waiting for the flight, Phil held a borderline magazine he casually picked up from the bookshelf.
While watching attentively, he cursed, "Fxxk! Look at this bitch's ass... although it looks flawless, I can't figure out how it can be worth 350 million dollars in insurance!"
Those business elites in suits put down their newspapers one after another, staring at Phil with disdain.
"Keep your fxxking voice down! Haven't you seen a woman before?" Leon rolled his eyes at Phil and leaned closer. "Let me see."
Ariana's curiosity was also piqued, and she hurriedly leaned over. "I want to see too!"
"Kids shouldn't look!"
The cover featured a curly-haired woman with a voluptuous figure. She was half-naked, partly hidden and partly visible, showing a teasing expression.
This was the consistent style of borderline magazine shoots.
It was worth mentioning that this woman's appearance had obvious Latin style, while also possessing some white characteristics.
Although wearing heavy makeup and heavily modified by PS, one could still see from her eyebrows and eyes that this was an older woman, a typical American MILF.
Leon commented while studying: "Is this Jennifer Lopez? The figure is not bad, but she's a bit old."
"That's why I say you are still young... Women are like wine, the more they age, the more flavorful they become! MILF is an American cultural symbol!"
Leon spread his hands, meaning no rebuttal.
There is a slang saying circulating worldwide: Men at any age like 18-year-old girls.
Whether this sentence is accurate is questionable.
Take the adult movies of Brazzers Studio for example; the sales volume has long been topped by that group of MILF-type actresses, leaving little girls far behind.
In terms of looks and figure, there are plenty of actresses in Hollywood better than Jennifer.
Even her proud buttocks, the visual impact couldn't compare to Beyoncé and Kardashian.
Is this butt worth 350 million dollars?
Old Phil swallowed hard looking at Lopez in the photo. "We met when she was young. At that time, Jennifer hadn't matured yet..."
"Tsk tsk... after all, the woman Diddy can't forget, she's too perfect."
Leon wasn't interested in this mature woman in her 40s, but when Diddy was mentioned, he immediately became alert.
Recently, there was a rumor in the Black neighborhoods of New York that Diddy often invited some gang hooligans to his parties.
Many of them were die-hard gang members with numerous criminal records.
Letting such a group of desperadoes mix into the orgies of celebrities and wealthy businessmen, Diddy must have some purpose.
He was too skilled at hiring gunmen for drive-by shootings.
After all, he had done plenty of such things since the 90s.
Currently, given Diddy's momentum in the hip-hop circle, there were no open mortal enemies.
Those nggas as rich as him were all good homies fighting together in orgies;
And those guys who had feuds with him, most of them had already tasted bullets in the 90s.
Finding gunmen at this time, Leon knew he must be vigilant.
There was a high probability this matter was aimed at him.
Fortunately, Florida is the base camp of Hispanics, with more than 2.5 million Hispanic immigrants.
If counting illegal immigrants, this number is estimated to be much higher.
Aisha had a mysterious relationship with Latin gangs, so Leon believed his safety in Florida could be guaranteed.
"What happened between Jennifer and P. Diddy? Tell me in detail."
"You don't know this?" Phil showed a surprised expression. "Diddy and Jennifer started dating in 1998 for more than two years. This is already very rare for a guy like Diddy..."
"You forgot I was only 8 in 1998..."
"Jennifer happens to be in Miami too, recording a new song MV with Pitbull," Phil said while swallowing saliva.
"So? Does this have anything to do with us?"
"Isn't Diddy always looking for a chance to retaliate against you? I think if you bag Jennifer, that ngga will definitely go crazy!"
Leon's face was full of speechlessness; the old geezer's brain was only full of pussy.
Phil sorted out Diddy's love history extensively. Although this ngga never married, he dated more than thirty "girlfriends" with names in the entertainment circle.
These people included men and women.
Among them were big names like Foxy Brown, Mariah Carey, Mary J. Blige, etc.
Leon joked, "Does this guy want to sleep with all famous Black female singers in the entertainment circle?"
As soon as the words fell, he received a contemptuous look from Phil. "Aren't you the same? Diddy might not have played as hard as you when he was 20."
Then he changed the subject and continued, "Jennifer definitely still has lingering feelings for Diddy. Don't know how many times that perfect butt has been ravaged by that ngga..."
"How do you know?"
Phil revealed a wretched smile and said, "Don't you understand this principle... bitches and scumbags can never be completely separated; don't hold any hope for this!"
Leon agreed deeply.
He turned his head, scrolling through social media while continuing to listen to the radio.
The star host of Z100 radio station and the famous music critic Calvin were singing praises together, blowing Demons album to the sky in different ways.
"Calvin, which song do you love most in the whole album?" the host asked.
"Fxxk, you really gave me a hard problem! If you put the paintings of Paul Gauguin, Cezanne, and Van Gogh together, can you tell me whose work is more excellent?!"
Hearing this, even Leon as the singer himself couldn't hold back a bit.
Calvin directly analogized his works to the masters in art history; this could easily achieve the counter-effect of "high-level black" (sarcastic praise).
However, more outrageous things were yet to come.
The host replied: "You are right! Now I only listen to Leon's works when I work out. Such powerful music even helped me break through my bench press bottleneck!"
Calvin immediately amplified, "That's nothing. Now before I connect with my wife, I listen to Radioactive for a while!"
"Every time I feel full of power all over my body. My wife also gives this album a full score evaluation!"
"Do you know? I want to announce something here!"
"Z100 listeners... music fans in New York, my wife is pregnant! We are about to welcome our second child!"
"If you want to respond to traditional American values and want a happy family..."
"Listen to me, go to the record store now and grab this great album Demons!"
Listening to songs can get you pregnant too?
Leon fell silent, while Phil clutched his stomach and laughed out loud: "These music critics are really a bunch of bottomless bastards. Don't know how much money Roc Nation stuffed them."
Due to Leon's successful performance in the NBA Christmas game, although he had dropped out of the Billboard TOP 3...
Sales of the Demons album skyrocketed again in the third week, reaching 150,000 copies, equaling the first week.
An album being able to reverse the first week's sales three weeks after release is a very rare thing.
This was partly due to the high quality of the work itself, but more importantly, enough money was spent.
Social networks, music magazines, TV channels, music radio stations...
Roc Nation had spent more than $1 million on promotion.
According to the contract Leon signed with Jay-Z face to face before, as long as the first week sales of the debut album exceeded 50,000 copies, Leon could get a 30% sales share.
This caused Roc Nation to appear hesitant when distributing dividends for the first time; this was not a small sum.
Jay-Z probably regretted the casual decision made at that time, but the contract was an unchangeable fact.
But as a shrewd businessman, Jay-Z still found other ways to squeeze Leon.
When the two parties signed the contract, the part about streaming sales was very vague.
Originally, Leon should have received 10% copyright revenue in streaming, plus 30% revenue equal to physical record sales.
But Jay-Z was only willing to give a total of 25% share according to the original agreement.
To this, Leon could only accept even if he was unwilling a thousand times.
As long as the master rights were in Jay-Z's hands, going to court would likely result in losing the lawsuit.
Integrating vinyl record sales and CD sales, Leon ultimately profited up to $1.5 million pre-tax in the physical record sector.
On streaming platforms, integrating singles and digital albums also got him a $300,000 dividend.
Raking in nearly $2 million in less than a month, a proper A-list superstar.
"We can board now, let's go." Leon glanced at his big gold watch and said.
Phil threw down the magazine reluctantly. "Fxxk! The first thing I'll do when I get to Miami is to meet those Latin chicks! Do you know Colombian women are even more superb than Mexican women!"
Leon repeatedly warned the old geezer to restrain his behavior when arriving in Miami.
If he accidentally rode a drug dealer's woman, it would be big trouble.
After more than three hours of flight, the plane landed at Miami International Airport.
Stepping off the plane, a heatwave hit them in the face.
The average temperature in Miami in December is nearly 20 degrees higher than in New York. Leon quickly took off his trench coat.
Phil looked around after getting off the plane. Sure enough, the girls here dressed much cooler than in New York.
Being a coastal city with a subtropical climate, trendsetters in Miami can basically wear swimwear all year round.
In this city, bikinis are regular clothes for girls.
It's normal for girls to shop in grocery stores wearing only string bikinis.
Therefore, this is the first choice for wealthy old white men to retire.
Pleasant climate conducive to longevity is just a lie.
No one doesn't want to open their eyes every day to see blondes with big boobs in their twilight years.
Not long after walking into the airport lobby, Leon noticed a commotion coming from not far ahead.
A large group of men and women of different skin colors and revealing clothes held high support signs with Leon and Ariana's names written on them.
Even wearing sunglasses, he was recognized by those fanatical fans at a glance.
"Damn!"
Fan pick-up group, this was Leon's nightmare.
Frequently traveling between New York and Los Angeles, he was often besieged by fans at LAX.
Those fanatical female fans would often take off their bras and throw them over, sometimes even more excessive "biochemical weapons."
"Leon! OMG! It's really Leon!"
"Ariana, I love you! You are much prettier than Robbie! You and Leon are a perfect match!"
Leon lowered his head, put his arm around Ariana's shoulder, and walked quickly under the escort of Davis and Phil, ignoring the tsunami-like screams.
Phil, on the other hand, was completely satisfied. His rough big hands brushed past those scantily clad female fans, never stopping along the way.
Seriously comparing Brazilian girls and Colombian girls, whose tail lights were bigger.
"God! Miami is just like the rumors, an ethnic museum!"
Leon's purpose for this trip was to carry out a series of promotional activities in Florida to build momentum for the album, the most important of which was participating in the Miami Swim Week show.
This was also the last swimwear show held in Miami in 2010, just coinciding with New Year's Eve.
Miami Swim Week has always been known for its bold scale. In recent years, it has no longer been confined to the form of bikinis.
Many times designers create on-site for models; taping a certain part of the model's body counts as swimwear.
Such performances were already full of teasing implications, plus most invited models were voluptuous, completely different from Victoria's Secret style...
Therefore, this show was also regarded as a "concubine selection scene" for celebrities and wealthy businessmen.
As a heavyweight show on New Year's Eve, it attracted wealthy businessmen and celebrities from all over the US to choose their favorite pets without any surprise.
And Leon and Ariana were officially invited by the organizer to perform Señorita together at this fashion show.
Although this song hadn't released a physical record yet, only on streaming media...
It was becoming popular at an amazing speed.
Especially in cities with large Hispanic populations like Texas and Florida, the momentum of this song was not inferior to Katy Perry's Firework at all.
Because "Señorita" is a Spanish word, and the whole song is completely Caribbean style.
After finally breaking through the encirclement of fanatical fans with difficulty, Leon and his group boarded the business van sent by the organizer and went straight to the Four Seasons Hotel in southern Miami.
"Fxxk! These people are crazy." Arriving at the hotel, Leon threw himself directly onto the bed, having no mind to appreciate the charming sea view.
He scrolled through social media while replying to Robbie's messages.
Phil stood on the balcony, admiring the bikini beauties in the pool while teasing: "If I were you, don't know how many of these female fans would become single mothers."
"Hahaha~ I really don't understand what you are thinking. Just wave your hand, and that group of bitches will pounce on your bed like she-wolves!"