Two days later, since the crucial NBA Christmas games were tomorrow, Leon chose to stay in Los Angeles on standby and spend Christmas Eve there.
With a transmigrate soul in his body, he wasn't particularly interested in this most important traditional festival of the Western world.
But this was definitely a good opportunity to make some dollars.
Every year, Americans spend hundreds of billions of dollars on Christmas.
Just on gifts alone, each person spends hundreds of dollars on average, and a considerable proportion of the middle class even spends thousands of dollars.
Roc Nation had prepared a Christmas discount plan for Leon's album in advance, but he felt it was far from enough.
In these days, he recorded some of those unused waste inspirations.
Putting these shoddy inspirations into the album, he launched a Christmas commemorative edition of Demons to ruthlessly harvest a wave of fans.
Letting those fans who already owned the record pay again.
Regarding this decision, Roc Nation executives were still somewhat hesitant.
This was a behavior that would greatly ruin fans' favorability.
But Leon replied, "Taylor Swift can sell six different versions of one album. Don't worry about the fans..."
"For their idol, they will be willing to do anything!"
Just this was far from enough. Leon wanted to squeeze the value of Christmas to the extreme.
He asked every artist of the Apocalypse label to record a Christmas song and post it on social networks, even if it was just a demo.
This behavior was just to increase heat; he didn't expect these crudely made things to become big hits.
But the empty-headed Robbie couldn't write anything at all, and Cardi B also stated that she would absolutely not sing those incredibly stupid love songs.
Now the only one placed with high hopes was Señorita performed by him and Ariana together.
This song was launched on streaming media on Christmas Eve, instantly causing heated discussions on the internet.
The sweet Christmas love song quickly stood out among a crowd of bitter love songs.
"Streaming platform sales exceeded 100,000 on the day. Congratulations, Ariana."
"At this rate, you will be the next American Sweetheart after Britney."
Facing Leon's praise, Ariana blushed instantly. "This is all thanks to you, Mr. Leon... for giving me this important opportunity."
"Is Miss Robbie still angry?"
Leon waved his hand and said, "You don't need to worry about this. She is a woman with vision; she will understand."
Since Señorita became a hit on the internet, only two people in Apocalypse Music were unhappy.
Phil and Robbie.
Thinking that Ariana's manager would make a fortune, Phil felt worse than losing money himself.
And Robbie's situation was much more complicated.
According to her original idea, the sweet little song written by her boyfriend should naturally be sung by her.
But Leon gave it to another woman for market benefits.
This gave her a feeling of being abandoned.
Especially seeing the scene in the first version of the MV where Ariana hooked her arm around Leon's neck and rubbed against him intimately, she was about to explode with anger.
Even though both were currently in Los Angeles, she hadn't sent Leon a single text message on Christmas Eve.
Leon opened social apps. Under all topics related to the Apocalypse label, rumors of a relationship crisis between him and Robbie appeared.
Media are like this; as long as they catch a little trace, they can concoct a bizarre story.
Refreshing down the topic, he quickly found a surprise.
Cardi B's personal homepage updated a video.
"Cardi released a song too?"
Originally he had no hope for Cardi B, but unexpectedly this girl turned around and gave him a surprise.
With excitement, he clicked on the video, and then he couldn't laugh anymore.
In the video, Cardi B put on a set of red underwear with a very Christmas atmosphere, wearing antler decorations on her head, cosplaying as a little Christmas reindeer.
On the Christmas tree behind her hung various female toys and fake eggplants.
If it were just this, it would still be within Leon's psychological tolerance range. After all, this crazy girl had always been like this.
Greed and lust were not her persona, but her nature.
Until he heard Cardi B singing a cappella cover of Wham!'s famous Last Christmas in the video, Leon completely lost it.
Last Christmas
I gave you my ass
But the very next day you fucked my best friend
This year I fucking your dad
I'll also fucking your cousin
Hearing this, even Leon, who had no bottom line to speak of, felt his worldview shaken slightly.
Now he could fully understand why parents all over America would definitely give their children a loving beating when hearing they wanted to watch Cardi B's live performance.
When seeing the number of views and retweets, Leon smiled with relief again.
Just relying on a small cover segment, Cardi B's heat left those big-shot predecessors far behind.
This woman's ability to create viral content was unmatched.
Leon was watching Cardi's video repeatedly with interest when he was suddenly interrupted by a phone call.
Beyoncé was also in Los Angeles, and she wanted to see him now.
Although he didn't know what exactly Sister-in-law was thinking, asking to meet him on this important day meant to be spent with family...
But as long as it was a request from Sister-in-law, Leon found it hard to refuse.
He looked down and glanced at his watch pretendingly. "I think I should go, Ariana. There are some important things waiting for me to handle."
"Strange, why didn't any boys call you today? Don't you have a boyfriend?"
Ariana sighed: "We just broke up a few days ago."
The corners of Leon's mouth rose.
First step to fame: cut off the lover.
Through getting along these days, he knew very well that Ariana wasn't as pure as she looked. The boyfriends this little girl dated were basically all Black.
Her obsession with "Black Gold" limited skins was even deeper than Ms. Kardashian's.
"Wait a moment, Boss..." Just as Leon was about to leave, Ariana stopped him.
"Is there anything else?"
"I have a gift for you..."
"Gift?" Leon's eyes lit up instantly. He had provoked quite a few women, but on this Christmas Eve, not a single one gave him a gift.
It seemed they all saw through his scumbag nature.
Ariana took out a brown paper bag from her purse.
Opening the paper bag, inside was a beautifully shaped mousse cake.
Written on it in chocolate: To Leon, the best BOSS in the world.
"I made this myself, hope you like it."
A warmth rose in Leon's heart. He took the cake and took a big bite unceremoniously. "This is the most wonderful Christmas gift I've ever received."
"Really?"
"Of course, even the Christmas chocolate my mom made herself can't compare."
Receiving such high praise made Ariana flattered, but seeing Leon wolfing it down, she couldn't help but believe it.
Leon lied, of course. He had never even seen his mother, let alone any "handmade chocolate."
When he rushed to meet Beyoncé, heavy snow suddenly started falling from the sky.
But the bustling Rodeo Drive was still crowded with people, full of cheerful Christmas elements everywhere.
He turned up the collar of his coat to resist the cold air and walked towards a bar agreed upon with the diva.
Surprisingly, this high-end bar located on Rodeo Drive actually put up a "Closed" sign on Christmas Eve.
Leon pushed the door open with doubts. In the huge bar, there were only Beyoncé and a bartender.
The diva's expression wasn't happy.
In contrast to the Christmas trees, bells, and candles seen everywhere in the bar, it seemed even more deserted.
"Leon, come here quick!" The moment Leon appeared, Beyoncé's face instantly turned from cloudy to sunny.
Leon pulled out a chair and sat face to face with the diva. The bartender immediately handed over a glass of whiskey.
"Merry Christmas, Miss Beyoncé." He hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of whiskey to warm up his body. "What's the matter calling me over in such a hurry?"
Beyoncé rested her chin on her hand with a teasing expression. "Can't I see you if there's nothing special?"
"No, Leon Smith is on call for you 24 hours a day."
Beyoncé covered her mouth and laughed happily. "The news said you and Robbie had some small problems... I was worried no one would spend Christmas with you, so I called you."
Speaking of this, she leaned her body forward, showing an eager expression for gossip: "You guys didn't really break up, did you?"
"No such thing. It's all fabricated by those damn paparazzi... It's just that Robbie and I are both very busy. Christmas, you know."
As soon as the words fell, Leon's phone rang. The caller was Robbie.
He quickly squeezed out an awkward but polite smile. "Excuse me for a moment, it's work."
Going to the restroom, as soon as the call connected, Robbie's roar came from the other end: "You bastard, do you really not plan to call me?! Today is Christmas Eve..."
"You damn bastard!!"
Robbie's voice obviously carried a crying tone, her emotions suppressed for a day exploding instantly.
"Robbie... listen, you must calm down!"
No matter how Leon tried to persuade, Robbie couldn't listen to a single word.
She had lost her reason.
"Shxt!"
When a woman has an emotional breakdown, there is no reasoning with her. Leon deeply understood this principle.
He pretended nothing happened and hurried back to Beyoncé.
The diva narrowed her eyes and looked him up and down. "Are you sure it's work?"
"Of course, why would I lie to you?"
"Really? Since it's work, is it necessary to hide so far away? I'm your boss."
Leon was speechless for a moment, stunned for more than ten seconds unable to think of a reasonable explanation.
The phone vibrating in his pocket kept annoying him.
Beyoncé knew everything in her heart, changed the subject, and avoided this topic.
In the next half hour, both drank a lot. The tipsy Beyoncé opened up.
She didn't mention a word about work but complained endlessly about Jay-Z's "crimes."
Originally, Beyoncé and Jay-Z had agreed to spend Christmas Eve together in Los Angeles tonight and go to Staples Center to watch the game tomorrow.
As a result, Jay-Z lied claiming he still had some unfinished business in New York, so this bar booked in advance became the venue for Beyoncé and Leon's date.
"That lying bastard... I know he's messing around in bed with Rihanna right now!"
"Shxt, I don't understand what exactly makes him so fascinated by that chick?"
"Whether looks or technique, I don't lose to her..." Beyoncé stared at Leon, her beautiful eyes flowing. "Am I right?"
"Your technique is impeccable." Regarding Beyoncé's oral skills, Leon had experienced it so he had a say.
Ten minutes later, the depressed Beyoncé was completely drunk.
Her face was flushed, her eyes blurry.
Under the white coat, those black-stockinged feet had already taken off the high heels, intentionally teasing Leon under the table.
Facing the diva's provocation, Leon had absolutely no mind to respond.
Robbie was about to blow up his phone.
When the phone bombardment finally stopped with difficulty, he received a text message from Robbie.
She seemed to have calmed down emotionally.
[One hour later, I'll wait for you at Venice Beach.]
"I think I have to leave, Miss Beyoncé."
"Are you sure you don't want to be with me today?" Beyoncé tried hard to prop up her chin with her hand so she wouldn't fall asleep easily.
"I'm very sorry, I really have some urgent matters."
After speaking, Leon picked up his coat and walked towards the door.
"Wait a minute... I have a surprise for you."
Another surprise?
Beyoncé rummaged through her shoulder bag and took out a beautifully shaped small wooden box.
She handed the wooden box to Leon: "Open it and see."
Leon took the wooden box and opened it carefully. Just one glance and he was captivated by the thing inside.
It was a 1970 NBA Finals New York Knicks championship ring, the same style as P. Diddy's.
Market value over $150,000.
Beyoncé tilted her head looking at Leon. "Do you like this gift?"
"Of course I like it. Even the Christmas chocolate my mom made herself can't compare to this."
Beyoncé burst out laughing. "I knew you liked this. You mentioned Diddy's ring in front of me more than once... I asked all my friends in the collection circle to find this one."
"Thank you very much, I don't know what to say, Miss Beyoncé..."
Leon put on the ring without hesitation. After some pleasantries, he unhesitatingly hailed a taxi and sped towards Venice Beach.
The snow was getting heavier, and the sea breeze from the Pacific Ocean made Venice Beach exceptionally cold.
He spotted Robbie's figure from afar. The cold sea breeze blew her fair face red, and there seemed to be undried tear stains at the corners of her eyes.
"Liar!"
"Bastard!"
"Scumbag!"
As soon as Leon approached, he heard Robbie cursing incessantly. He patted Robbie on the shoulder from behind.
Smack—
As soon as Robbie turned around and found it was Leon, she punched him heavily on the chest with her fist.
"I thought you bastard really wouldn't come... aren't you hanging out with Ariana?"
"I swear to God, I didn't..."
"Liar!"
Robbie punched Leon on the chest several more times in a row, finally exploding emotionally and throwing herself into his arms.
While stroking her back, Leon comforted: "You have to learn to control your emotions... our every move is under the surveillance of cameras."
Saying this, Leon took out a paper bag from his coat and stuffed it into Robbie's arms.
Inside was an original Barbie doll toy produced in 1959.
As a Barbie doll collector, Robbie had absolutely no resistance to this gift.
After receiving the gift, she didn't say anything, but Leon clearly felt the other party hugged tighter.
The hug lasted for a full minute before Robbie released Leon.
"Thank you... I also have a gift for you."
Another gift?
Counting Robbie, this was the third woman to give Leon a gift on this Christmas Eve.
Robbie revealed a playful wicked smile. "Don't blink, honey..."
After speaking, she slowly unbuttoned her trench coat on the beach...
Under the thick trench coat, there was nothing except a set of Evil Angel rope lingerie.
"Do you like it?"
Leon swallowed hard. "Like it very much, this gift is even better than the Christmas chocolate my mom made..."
Before he could finish his words, his mouth was blocked by Robbie.
That night at the Four Seasons Hotel, even standing in the corridor, one could faintly hear Robbie's "screams."