America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

The hotel elevator doors opened, but nobody emerged. A handsome man and a beautiful woman leaned against the elevator's inner wall, kissing passionately, oblivious to the surveillance camera.

Justin's hands were everywhere, and as they started to wander lower, Lana grabbed one of them.

"We should be getting out now," Lana said.

Justin hit the door-open button just before the doors closed. Wrapping his arms around Lana's shoulders, they both stepped out of the elevator.

They arrived at the room door where Justin used his keycard to open it and then he slammed it shut behind them.

He had taken that "stuff" before the party and was feeling hyper, ready to make a move.

But Lana put her hands in front of her. "Wait, let me just put my bag down."

Justin glanced at the handbag between them, which was indeed a nuisance, and momentarily ceased his actions.

Lana quickly walked into the interior of the room, running towards it and setting her handbag on the dresser facing the bed. She slightly pushed something inside it, then stood at the doorway and beckoned Justin with a crooked finger, "Darling, what are you waiting for?"

By the time Justin reached her, Lana was already inside the room.

The pair instantly engaged like two magnets drawing each other close.

After a while, Lana moved behind Justin, removing his tie and wrapping it over his face. "Justin, you're my favorite singer, and I have something very precious to share with you," she whispered.

Justin was familiar with such games, allowing Lana to blindfold him with the tie before he fell backwards.

"Open your mouth," said Lana.

"I love a fan like you," Justin chuckled before complying.

Next, something heavy pressed against his chest and silky fabric brushed his chin.

Justin laid his hands flat, offering no resistance.

Then he felt something poking at his upper jaw, and his throat...

Justin froze momentarily before realizing what was happening. He pushed the person away and hastened to remove the blindfold.

Lana stood up, angled herself away from the purse and left space for Justin to see the contents of her bag.

Throwing the tie away, Justin saw Lana clearly and roared, "Who the hell are you? Why are you messing with me?"

Lana, poised a few meters away, responded, "I'm Lana Sanders, Justin. You said you liked me, so of course I like you too."

Justin glared at Lana. Damn it, we both have guns—do you want a duel to the death?

"Ugh—"

The sound of retching inappropriately interrupted them, continuing several times before Justin managed to straighten up and curse, "Who the hell likes a dead freak like you!"

Lana started to cry, repeating her earlier words through sobs, "You said you liked me..."

Justin shouted in anger, "You're a sick freak. I'm not a freak! No normal person would like a freak like you! You clearly used to be a man, yet you turned yourself into a woman, and still you're trying to mess with me!"

Lana cried even harder, swaying her slender waist, "Yes, I was a man, a homosexual! And I like someone just like you! I transformed into a woman for you, as your fan, wanting to give you all my love."

"Fuck you, you damn bastards!" Justin kept retching. "I don't care if you're homosexual or a transgender, just go die!"

Lana's sobbing intensified, and her body shook even more.

Justin wanted to stand and slap this person hard, but hearing Lana's words and seeing the swinging hips, his stomach churned, and he retched again.

Justin was nearly insane, wiped the corner of his mouth, "I'd rather screw a gorilla than touch a freak like you!"

Lana abruptly stopped crying, stared solemnly, and asked, "Justin Bieber, are you insulting my African heritage too?"

Justin exploded with rage, "Damn it, I am insulting you, you genderless gorilla, monkey, swine..."

Before he could finish, he saw the swinging hips again, turned his head aside, and finally vomited.

"Ugh..."

"Splash..."

Lana silently dressed, put on her high heels, grabbed her handbag, and quickly left the bedroom.

Justin wanted to chase after her and beat her up, but his vomiting made it hard to even stand.

This was truly disgusting.

By the time Justin finished vomiting, Lana Sanders was long gone.

Only one person remained in the room.

Disappointed and disgusted, Justin cleaned himself up briefly, abandoned the room, and lost the mood for further adventure, heading straight back to his residence in New York.

It was such a humiliating experience; he didn't dare mention it to anyone.

...

Lana Sanders took the elevator down to the hotel lobby, looked back to make sure no one was following her, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"This went smoother than expected!" Lana chuckled as she exited the hotel doors, supremely confident in her appearance, having easily hooked Justin Bieber with it.

Without her stunning looks, how else could she have managed what followed?

Indeed, every surgery, every injection, was worth it.

Lana made a call, and soon a taxi pulled up at the hotel entrance.

After boarding, Lana instructed the driver, "Take me to Central Park."

The taxi quickly arrived at Central Park, and Lana entered the park, calling on her phone, "Where are you?"

The person on the other end answered, "I'm on the left side of the bench at the start of the shaded avenue, you'll see me as soon as you come in."

Lana looked to the left, "I see you now."

The man in the suit waved her over, and Lana walked briskly towards him, "Hello, Mr. Green."

Green patted the empty space on the bench, "Have a seat." Once Lana sat down, he asked, "How are things going?"

"Very smoothly," Lana replied with a beautiful smile.

However, Green found no charm in her smile, though he said, "As expected of the talented and beautiful Lana Sanders."

This comment pleased Lana, for her version, as well as the leading versions in New York and Los Angeles, had only reached the transformation stage.

Lana adjusted her bag.

Green nodded slightly and took out two large envelopes, handing one to Lana, "Here's part of it."

Lana opened the envelope to take a quick look and handed over her bag.

Green, with practiced ease, pulled a small video camera from the bag, checked the footage, and listened to the conversation captured on a Bluetooth headset, quite satisfied.

He handed the other envelope to Lana, "Keep your phone on."

After checking the envelope, Lana smiled and said, "As long as the money is good, everything's negotiable."

Green returned the bag.

Lana stood up and waved her hand, "Keep it, as a souvenir."

Green pocketed the mini-camera and also left the shaded avenue.

Leaving Central Park and getting into the car in the parking lot, he opened his laptop, connected to the video camera, and rewatched the video carefully to assure there were no issues. Then, he took out his phone and dialed his superior, "Boss, I've got the news video."

Jody on the other end asked, "Any problems with the news?"

"We don't do fake news, I remember that always," Green said, "I've looked at it, there are no issues with the authenticity of the news."

Jody had always been a principled journalist and instructed, "Upload the video to the website immediately, I'll review it as soon as possible. You stay in New York for a while; you'll cover the follow-ups for TMZ."

Green knew this was an opportunity, "Alright, boss, I won't let you down."

Jody seemed satisfied with his attitude, "You're doing well, I see a great future for you in this field."

Full of motivation, Green hung up and immediately connected his laptop to his phone's wireless network and uploaded the video to the TMZ website backend.

...

In the Los Angeles headquarters of TMZ,

due to the time difference, many were still busy at their desks.

In the office of the managing editor, Jody logged into the backend management of the website, waited a moment, and then a notification sounded.

She saw Green's newly uploaded video, downloaded it for preservation, tucked a copy away, and then played it.

The less than ten-minute video initially showed Justin Bieber getting intimate with a girl, seemingly uneventful.

After all, images and videos of Justin Bieber partying wildly in recording studios had been exposed before.

Comparatively, these were trivial.

But the subsequent developments utterly surprised Jody.

Even for someone as seasoned as Jody, the sight of a gun being forced into Justin Bieber's mouth momentarily stunned her.

"These damn fools, they're really stirring things up!" Jody couldn't help but curse, then shook her head and chuckled, "But I like this kind of news."

As she continued watching, Jody wasn't just surprised but found the video to be a treasure!

Justin Bieber furiously berating that girl, or should I say boy? That's not right either.

Jody wasn't sure how to describe it.

But Justin Bieber's comments were hugely problematic—the discrimination was blatantly clear!

A decade ago, these would have been minor issues.

But with today's societal dynamics, especially in the entertainment industry, things have completely changed!

Those fools, where did they find such a Buff-stacked person.

From the conversation, it was clear the person was of African descent, though with a wheatish skin tone—according to the one-drop rule, undoubtedly Black.

And according to the person's own words, they were also homosexual.

Later, having undergone surgery or hormone treatment, became transgender.

A question suddenly struck Jody, if this person successfully transitioned, would they be considered heterosexual or homosexual?

Perhaps the times were evolving too fast, even Jody couldn't figure it out for a moment.

However, one thing Jody could confirm was that Justin Bieber simultaneously attacked and discriminated against three major groups—Blacks, homosexuals, and transgender people!

Jody admired Justin Bieber, for someone in the entertainment industry, daring to engage in such shocking behavior during an era of rapid development!

But admiration aside, Jody didn't delay her duties.

She crafted a news headline: "Pop prince Justin Bieber suspected of racism, homophobia, and transphobia!"