Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 169 - 167 Kanye West

At this moment, Leonard, who had just finished placating his sister, happened to walk back in.

Listening to the echoing sounds in the living room, he looked toward the television with a bit of surprise.

This...

Was that the "Prison Break" where the characters seemed to have off-the-charts intelligence?

Mysterious high-tech weapons; the dizzying and visceral hand-to-hand combat.

This was simply a carbon copy of "First Blood"!

And what’s more, it was an enhanced version!

Leonard couldn’t help but sit down on the couch, and much like his father, he began to watch intently.

"Don’t mess with that guy! He used to be a Seal Special Soldier!" a lackey advised the Little Prison Bully Leader.

"Seal Special Soldier? This is the United States, this is a prison! No one dares to mess with the Limp Gang!" the Little Prison Bully Leader chuckled sinisterly, "Besides, my boss is also in prison, and he is the champion of the California underground boxing matches!"

The Bully Leader walked towards the protagonist, "Kid, come to my cell later, you need to learn some rules!"

Miller looked up indifferently and gestured a "1" with his hand.

The Bully Leader directly scooped up the only piece of meat from the protagonist’s plate.

Miller’s finger went from "1" to "2."

"Can you f*cking speak!" the Bully Leader reached out, aiming to press down on the protagonist’s head.

"I gave you a chance!" Miller slowly stood up, his prison clothes splitting as his muscles bulged.

Until, with a "swish," a CK brand undergarment was revealed.

Then, with a straight punch, the protagonist sent the Bully Leader flying.

Just judging by the flight height and distance of the Bully Leader, that punch definitely belonged to the extreme human capacity level.

With a "swish," the Bully Leader’s clothes also split.

Ugh...

Revealed a... CK brand undergarment.

At this point, another muscular man walked over.

"Did you hit him?"

The protagonist looked up, "He started it."

"Ha!" The muscular man’s muscles also swelled as he said with emphasis, "You don’t know he’s my guy?"

"I don’t know!" The protagonist calmly took the meat from his plate and slowly bit into it, "But even if I did, it wouldn’t make any difference in the outcome!"

The muscular man’s clothes completely ripped apart, "You’re good! Do you know what they call me in the ring?"

The scene suddenly flashed back, showing the muscular man dominating the underground boxing and his voice announcing to the audience.

"North American Hungry Wolf!"

And then...

The first episode of "Prison Break Special Forces" ended.

At this time, the three people in the living room just sat there quietly. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Of course, due to different tastes, the three of them had varied thoughts.

The most direct feeling for Leonard and his father was the thrill of the combat.

This show seemed to throw together the professions perceived as the strongest fighters—gang members, boxers, wrestlers, etc.—into a narrow and enclosed prison.

Then, an army man wanting to rescue his brother, from weak to strong, would defeat them one by one.

Their frustration from watching Ross get dumped in "Friends" seemed to have been cleansed away in the process of the protagonist’s punches.

The flying sweat and the clash of muscles made the two men’s blood surge.

As for Leonard’s mother, influenced by "Prison Break," it was like watching the growth journey of a dream lover.

But different from "Prison Break" was that the psychological thrill turned into a physical one.

Compared with fancy clothes and expensive cosmetics, developed pectorals and even mermaid lines also seemed quite nice!

This is what a man should be, much better than the weirdo Ross who cheated!

"Cough cough." The mother coughed, "It’s time to go to sleep."

"Oh." The father and son got up, preparing to wash up.

Mother thought for a moment, then reminded, "Definitely don’t let the daughter watch this show."

...

At this time, inside a recording studio in Brooklyn.

The recording engineer had just finished watching "Prison Break Special Forces."

As expected, the 18+ rated HBO show had not disappointed him.

The main character’s battles reminded him of his days in prison.

Back then, to avoid turning from a "1" to a "0," he too had to fight viciously.

Of course, the intensity wasn’t as high as that of the main character.

But that didn’t stop him from projecting himself into the role.

"Can we listen to our recording just now?" a black youth asked.

Interrupted in his thoughts, the recording engineer glared at the youth and casually hit the play button.

The black youth quickly put down the headphones in anger.

"Why is there a sound of clothes tearing in my recording?"

"I paid good money to produce an album!"

If it had been another singer, the recording engineer might have been more cautious.

But for a singer without any gang affiliation like the one in front of him, he had no reservations.

"That’s the recording effect. If you want to redo it, you’ll have to pay!"

"Kid, let me make it clear to you, this is Blood Gang territory."

The black youth initially wanted to argue, but upon hearing "Blood Gang," he could only sulkily shut his mouth.

At that moment, an assistant approached and asked, "Is it completely unusable?"

The youth glanced at the recording engineer and helplessly shook his head.

"What are we going to do?" The assistant’s voice also held a hint of urgency, "We’ve already put everything into the rent."

The recording engineer looked at the young men and then at himself.

"Let’s not push these niggers too hard; that can cause trouble."

"That, I can see perfectly well from my own younger days."

He cleared his throat and pulled out a flyer.

"Kanye West, your tone is average, but you still have excellent creative skills."

"I’ve got an opportunity here for you to make some money, if you can seize it."

Kanye looked at him warily, "You’re not talking about selling drugs, are you?"

"With you being such a scaredy-cat, I’m more worried you’d piss yourself at the sight of a cop!"

He handed over the flyer, "Look, an offer from Apple and a website. They’re asking for tasks to be done."

"Write a few rap songs based on some novels."

Kanye took the flyer with a puzzled look, "Why haven’t you told anyone else?"

"Ha," the recording engineer smiled broadly, "Sure, those guys might fight, diss, even sell drugs, but read books?"

"You think they would?"

"Think about it," the recording engineer’s eyes darted, "If it gets noticed, you could earn 8,000 US Dollars!"

8,000 US Dollars?

Kanye remembered the severe financial strain he’d been under since dropping out.

"But, I can’t afford books, nor can I afford a computer."

The recording engineer pointed to a computer beside them, "You can use this one."

"Of course, the rental fee is 1,000 US Dollars per week."

The recording engineer waved his hand, cutting off what Kanye was about to say.

"It’s a bit pricey, but this is the only place in New York where you can win the prize money and then pay the rent."

Kanye looked at the flyer, then his assistant.

"That means we agree to stay here for the week."

The recording engineer glanced at them and a smile appeared on his face.

"Should the boss ask, you’re the newbie I’m training."

After getting a satisfactory answer, the recording engineer was delighted.

"2,000 plus 1,000, plus the new guy’s salary."

"If we’re lucky, that’s 4,000 US Dollars!"

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