America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 403 - 212: Black and Red are Both Red_3

My ancestors must have hoarded eight generations of virtue!!

At its core, West Coast gangster rap is still gang-related; with the stuff they pull, they’re already marked by the FBI, they couldn’t wash themselves clean if they tried. One glance at your skin tone and you’re pegged as cotton-picking material!

Even if some boss up top wants to go legit, licking the boots of white politicians, they can’t stop the underlings from howling daily about making big moves and big money.

If you want to use gang connections for business but don’t want to get too cozy with gang members—lest you end up with a crooked ass—you better prepare to get shot in the back! Replacing a boss isn’t exactly a barrier to making money; there’s always someone ready to take over.

Gangster families from Chicago and Detroit are much more influential than these street gangs out of Los Angeles. They’ve been dealing with black business too, but since massive cleanups starting from the last century, most have transitioned into legitimate industries. With Capone’s lessons learned, the top ranks are stable and not easily changed. Mixing black and gray activities, grabbing both drug and entertainment markets, these aren’t just simple little circles anymore.

However well you mix with the gang, you still scurry like mice in front of the FBI, desperately squeezing into higher society to launder your reputation. The channels to rise up are already locked down, leaving you only to swagger within certain Blue States.

Forget about crossing borders; crossing districts, or even half a street, gets you beaten half to death by rival forces. And as for neighboring Texas, black folks barely show their faces before getting wiped out.

The General Sect Leader, even though he runs a gun shop, is all above board—a beggar boss, a stinking beggar, with a completely legal business. Red states, blue states, which state wouldn’t you go to? Beggars are in every country in the world!

Military majors even sit down respectfully to discuss deals with them—their futures hold boundless potential.

Most of the arms trade business belongs to whites and other ethnicities; you hardly ever see black people in it.

I, with the proper licenses, can fly an armed helicopter all over Los Angeles. Can you, as a black person, do that? The next second you’d be shot down unless your ancestors racked up serious karma cotton-picking through generations.

"Where’s their territory, how many people?" asked Allen Zhang.

"I’ve asked around. They’ve got a camp near the mountain peak of Simi Valley, which is also their main stronghold. They’ve opened a car repair shop and tire store, and even have an underground casino," Tommy said. "Not sure about the exact numbers, but a lot of black kids from rural towns join their Motorcycle Gang. They’ve got a big influence."

"Simi Valley?" Allen Zhang turned to Blitz.

Blitz opened his laptop and checked, saying, "It’s close to the Agula Mountain airport you guys visited last time."

"This is our team member responsible for information intelligence. You can call him Robot," Allen Zhang also introduced him to the others.

He said with a smile, "Don’t let his ordinary appearance fool you; he’s one of the top black-hat hackers in the world."

"White hat!" Blitz quickly corrected, not daring to slip up, since he earns an honest living. It’s agreed that we’re in legitimate business, after all.

Who else but a white-hat slogs away in a convenience store for a paycheck? Sweeping streets? Rather, they go for illegal operations, with coercion and inducements, raking in cash by the bucket!

Tommy speaks from experience.

He had already witnessed the formidable intelligence network of the Burger King team, able to dig up the details down to your underwear. Hearing the General Sect Leader take the initiative to introduce someone, Tommy felt a certain trepidation towards Blitz.

Seeing them so reliable, Rip said trustingly, "As long as you can help me destroy the music copies, I’ll pay you 800,000 US dollars! And not a cent less! If you can bring back the USB safely without affecting the release of my album, I can offer you an additional share in the sales profit! This is a carefully produced album, with online channels alone expected to earn me a profit of 7 million US dollars! Not to mention the endorsements that come with fame!"

"This crappy record makes that much?"

Allen Zhang started to doubt life itself; that’s 7 million US dollars. Could a pork butcher make that much?

"It’s thanks to the rise of short videos. The online sales channels weren’t so abundant before, but with short videos, the monetization and suction capability of internet celebrities and stars are strong. I also have many followers there, and with the promotion in the later stage, the total sales can reach that much!" said Rip.

"You may not realize just how valuable that USB chip is. It contains the data I’ve collected over many years, which is the source of my inspiration. Low-quality records can be easily edited by AI modules, produced like a money printing machine! But those Black Devils went too far! They dug into my roots! If I can’t have it, I won’t let anyone else get their hands on it!" Rip said through clenched teeth.

He had thought about just letting off steam, as getting the items back safely was just too difficult—after all, it was his own creation, and he didn’t want to let those old black folks benefit, so he preferred it all to be destroyed!

But now, with the involvement of the professional team led by the General Sect Leader, he also saw hope.

Hearing this, Allen Zhang was puzzled, "Assembly-line products, after one round of making money, won’t they affect your future sales? Are those people that stupid?"

Would they rush to eat garbage a second time?

Tommy explained, "Big companies might not bother with these assembly-line products, but for us, anything that sells is good work. There’s no need to worry about ruining reputations; in the West Coast circle, who doesn’t have a scandal? How many real good works are out there? If you want to become famous, you need to hype it up! As long as there’s controversy, there’s traction! And that means money!"

"Even if they want to leave a bad review, they have to buy a copy of the album first, right? They fall right into our trap. As long as they pay, they’re the bosses. It’s the same old saying: we only profit from fools, and what the United States doesn’t lack are idiots and trolls. Whether it’s black fame or infamy, it’s still fame."

Tommy said with a laugh, "Recently, a scandal involving a new star in the black rap scene running over to someone’s dog while high on weed has come up, and we’re preparing to have weed-averse, animal-loving Rip publicly diss the other party! Those black fans can’t stand being dissed, just let the other party respond, and we’ll dominate this wave of traction!!"

And that traction is all theirs, buddy.

In the unspoiled land of the West Coast entertainment scene, there’s never a shortage of opposing topics.

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