To save this hotel that had gone through several bankruptcy reorganizations, the Trump Organization had been constantly inviting singers to perform here for nearly a year.
But it still couldn't change the status quo here.
Atlantic City was in a depression, completely losing the glory of standing shoulder to shoulder with Las Vegas back in the day.
Even the "Child of Destiny" Donald Trump was helpless against the tide of the times.
Surrounded by security personnel, Leon and his group walked into the casino, and a tall blonde lady walked towards them.
"Hello, Mr. Phil."
The blonde lady smiled and extended her right hand. Phil instantly trembled all over with excitement. "Miss Ivanka, it's truly an honor to meet you."
Leon looked the woman up and down. Even wearing flats, she was over 1.8 meters tall.
Fair skin, beautiful face...
Especially the way she smiled, brilliant and confident.
She was simply the perfect interpretation of an "American muscle car."
He whispered to Phil, "Who is this woman? A receptionist here? A model?"
Hearing this, Phil signaled Leon to shut up with his eyes. "Keep your voice down, idiot! Miss Ivanka is Donald's daughter, the Vice President of the Trump Organization!"
"She is one of the richest women in this country..."
"You got one thing right; she used to be an excellent model indeed. We've known each other for a long time..."
Leon didn't expect this blonde beauty to have such a big background. Her identity as a rich woman instantly made him respect her.
He pushed Phil aside and stepped forward to shake hands with her. "Hello, Miss Ivanka. Your radiance is truly irresistible..."
Ivanka quickly recognized Leon. "You are Mr. Leon? Welcome to Atlantic City!"
Just as the two were exchanging pleasantries, a powerful big hand landed on Leon's shoulder.
A tall old white man wearing a high-end custom suit was staring at him.
His domineering expression combined with sparse hair looked like an elderly Golden Retriever, appearing somewhat comical.
"You are..."
Leon just spat out a letter when his right hand was firmly grabbed by the old white man.
Feeling like he was being pulled towards the other person, it was his first time experiencing such a unique way of shaking hands.
"I am Donald, you should have heard my name!"
"Leon~ Nice name, a handsome lad... You are the future of this country!"
"This country has been controlled by those idiots in the Democratic Party. They are destroying our traditional values with evil witchcraft..."
Leon was momentarily at a loss for words by Donald's rambling speech.
But Donald didn't need a response at all, continuing on his own: "I look forward to your upcoming performance. Promise me you'll bring more positive energy songs to this country!"
"We need positive energy! To dispel the darkness brought by the Baizuo (white leftists)... Go for it, lad, I'm watching you!"
"God bless you!"
Donald patted Leon's shoulder and left without looking back, surrounded by bodyguards.
"WTF..." Leon was left confused in the wind. It was his first time seeing such a wondrous man.
Phil said, "Be content. You met a big shot like Donald here and even spoke to him."
"This guy is a bit neurotic... maybe big shots all have some quirks like this."
"America has become a giant mental hospital. He even declared he wants to run for the next presidency."
"This is simply ridiculous."
Leon shrugged, indicating that nothing happening in this country would surprise him.
It was 8 PM, which should have been prime time for casino business, but the Trump Plaza Casino was still deserted.
This was enough to show that this casino was already lying in the ICU, entering the countdown to death.
However, due to Leon's arrival, a large number of music fans poured into the hall.
Just to catch a glimpse of this recently highly controversial figure.
Some fans held support signs shouting Leon's name, while others cursed him loudly.
Needless to say, the latter were the "fanatical anti-fans" brainwashed by the black material during this period, completely turning dark after seeing their idol crumble.
If there weren't a large number of burly security personnel on the scene, the two sides might have come to blows directly.
In this chaotic situation, Leon still successfully completed the performance of the lead single Radioactive from the new album.
But Donald had long left. He had businesses all over the US and had no energy to waste time on this semi-dead business.
However, his daughter Ivanka was still on the scene. Hearing the powerful chorus, she couldn't help but sing along with Leon.
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones.
Enough to make my systems blow.
Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
Welcome to the new age, to the new age.
The fans present went crazy the moment the chorus sounded, their heads swinging to the drum beat.
When the performance ended, fans seeking autographs surrounded Leon.
While smiling and signing autographs for fans, Leon shouted to the crowd: "When Demons is released, you will all buy the record, right?"
"Yes!!" The fans erupted in cheers.
"Did you all hear that DISS track Longinus targeting me released by Chris on social media today?"
"Boo..." The fans booed and cursed collectively: "That ngga is a joke; even his mom can't stand listening to his songs!"
Borrowing the fans' emotions, Leon continued to tease and build momentum for the new album. "When Demons is released, we will use results to tell Chris who the winner is!"
"Although Longinus stabbed Jesus to death, he also brought about his resurrection and ascension."
"And Longinus, in the end, also became his disciple!"
After speaking, the whole venue shouted the name of "Street Jesus."
After signing continuously for ten minutes and breaking a pen, the swarming fans finally subsided significantly.
"Mr. Leon, can I ask for your autograph?"
Leon took a closer look. Ivanka was holding a notebook and smiling at him.
He quickly pushed away the fans in front of him, prioritizing service for the rich woman.
"No problem, Miss Ivanka, it's my honor."
After getting the autograph, the young lady looked satisfied, holding the notebook and saying, "If you need a venue for concerts in the future, feel free to contact me anytime. We have large commercial properties all over the US."
"Your work has a lot of positive energy and vitality. Pity my father wasn't here; he would definitely like it!"
"Thank you for your compliment~"
After the lengthy autograph session ended, Leon finally let out a long sigh of relief. His shirt was soaked through.
"Want to play a few hands to relax?" Phil pointed to the gambling table and said, "Are you good at Texas Hold'em? I'm an expert!"
Leon was just about to refuse, but looking in the direction Phil pointed, he surprisingly saw a very familiar figure.
Curly hair, short, wrapped up tight like a thief, looking very comical.
After searching his mind for a while, he finally remembered that not far away was Bruno Mars, who had broken the streak of Love the Way You Lie on the Billboard charts.
Phil smiled and said, "You noticed too?"
"That guy squanders money even more than a ngga. He's already lost a million dollars in two hours."
"Winning money from such a fool is simply robbery!"