Chapter 2279: Cat Getan Music Festival (27)

Tupac walked up, waved his arm fiercely in the way of gang greetings, and then shook hands with Eminem.

"I've heard of you. The white rapper Dr. Dre said your 'Infinite' is quite good, and he is considering whether to discover you."

Eminem was actually very surprised. He reached out and touched the area under his nose and lips. His Adam's apple moved and said: "Is that so? I thought no one listened."

"We listen to every West Coast rap, most of which are garbage, but we can also find gold." Tupac lowered his eyes again. He didn't seem to have much spirit, but because the black skin performance wasn't obvious, it wasn't very easy to see if he was exhausted.

If Hal and Clark were really two white men who came to bully Tupac, they should have aimed their spearheads at Eminem at this time. Compared to black people, racists hate white people who defend black people more. People always hate traitors in their own group more.

"You came just in time. We really aren't here to find trouble for him. We heard a friend mention him, and our friend now has some trouble, and we want to know if he knows anything."

Clark's words were very sincere, and it was very difficult for anyone stared at by his blue eyes to say that you are lying.

Tupac seemed a bit hesitant. He always seemed hesitant, but Eminem blocked him and looked at Clark and said: "Is your friend his fan, or does he really know him?"

"They are alumni of a high school, but they might not know each other." Hal said truthfully: "But you might have heard of him, Oliver Queen, the heir of the Queen Group."

Tupac showed a look of memory, but Eminem shook his head and said: "If they actually haven't met, it's probably hard to help. You can talk about it, but if it doesn't work, you must guarantee that you won't find trouble for anyone."

Tupac looked at Eminem with some surprise. Before seeing Eminem, they would feel that a white man who raps might be full and have nothing to do. Actually, there are many such people, they just like the gang life in fantasy.

But Eminem looked very good at dealing with the bottom layer, cautious in wording, sophisticated in performance, and unyielding. This is the survival wisdom that only belongs to the bottom layer.

Tupac felt a little relieved. He understood that in this country, the wealthy are the minority, whether black or white, the poor are the vast majority, and there are many poor white people.

"I guarantee to you that we won't find trouble for anyone at any time. We are here to help our friend." Clark raised both hands to show his harmlessness and said: "He encountered trouble, but is unwilling to tell us. We can only figure out what happened to him through other methods."

"When we discovered he encountered trouble, he mentioned you Tupac. We think this is not aimless, so if possible..."

"I don't know him." Tupac said: "Almost never heard this name. Maybe I heard about the Queen Group on TV news a long time ago, but I don't remember it anymore, and I didn't meet him in high school."

Clark sighed. He knew it would be like this. Hal clearly expressed some disappointment, but didn't say anything. Clark still said: "If this is the case, it might be our misunderstanding. Don't disturb you guys, let's go wait over there."

After saying that, they both wanted to leave. At this time, Eminem and Tupac realized that they weren't here to find trouble. Tupac pursed his lips and still spoke: "Tell me what trouble your friend encountered. I might not be able to help, but I'm willing to listen."

Clark looked at Hal again. He was a bit uncertain whether to say it, because this was an extremely sensitive topic in the United States. All media were unified, and once said, one had to face the risk that the other party might not stand on their side.

On this issue, Hal appeared more radical, so he said: "Mexico, he encountered some trouble in Mexico."

Eminem looked blank and didn't understand what he was talking about, but Tupac's expression suddenly became serious. He lowered his eyes again, touched his earlobe, and said: "I don't know what you are talking about, but I must leave here now. If you can find me on the ship, we'll talk again."

After saying that, he turned and left, even bumping into Eminem. This sudden change in attitude made the three people stunned there. After reacting, Clark looked at Hal and said: "He definitely knows something."

"Absolutely." Hal also confirmed his idea and said: "His attitude is very strange, strange beyond reason."

Eminem looked at them, but finally decided to chase Tupac. Clark took out his phone and said: "I plan to check what trouble Tupac encountered recently. Is it related to rap singers?"

So the two of them started looking at their phones together, and then they found that in the rap war between the East and West coasts, there was another protagonist—Christopher.

"Seriously, I have no idea why I came here." The big guy held his wine glass and sighed: "I don't understand why he wants to solve the problem between us in this way. This is no good for anyone."

"If you ask most people here, they will all say so." Schiller touched his glass with him and said: "But whether they really think so, it's hard to say."

"I know most people don't." Christopher said very directly: "Although they say on their mouths that this way of solving problems is too radical, since they appear here, it proves that they approve of this way."

"And you too."

"No, I plan to board the ship, I just want to see Tupac, because I know that except for this way, there is no other way to see him. He doesn't want to see me at all."

"Don't you plan to gamble with him?"

"Go to hell." Christopher shook his head and said: "There is such a proverb popular on that street of ours, 'The best way for you to die is to die on the street from drugs', because if you die like this, it might be a good thing for many people. They are freed from the worry about you, and the sadness is only temporary."

"This also proves one thing. If you choose to die in a casino, or even don't have the courage to die there, then you are destined to bring disaster to all the people who worry about you. That is the most shameful coward."

"I know many gangs forbid gambling." Schiller said: "At least Cat Getan is like this. If you take drugs, you might die in a shootout because of a mistake, but if you gamble, you might be shot and killed by your own boss."

"Every place is like this." Christopher didn't show any surprise at Schiller's understanding of gangs, because he knew that no one in this ghost place of Cat Getan had nothing to do with gangs.

"I am by no means saying that taking drugs is a good thing, I once suffered a big loss because of this." Christopher stretched out a hand and said: "But it might also make you crazy and hurt the people around you, but there won't be any good people around you, and you will also suffer retribution because of this."

"But if you gamble, you must hurt those who believe in you the most and want to save you the most, because they love you and believe that you will change for the better, so they will constantly give you money and pay off those gambling debts for you. This is a crime that cannot be washed away even if you go to hell, and the devil has to spit on your coffin."

Christopher had a wonderful sense of rhythm when speaking, as if he intended to write these words into a song. In fact, he did have inspiration.

"Can you tell me about Gothamites' view on gambling? Doctor." Christopher looked at Schiller and said: "I rarely have the opportunity to meet someone as knowledgeable as you. This is the only good thing since I decided to board the ship."

"In fact, I don't think I know Gothamites enough, but I think I can talk about my views." Schiller shook the wine glass in his hand and said: "It's a cliché that gambling will destroy people's values and the like, but I think the most interesting thing about the emotional changes shown by people addicted to gambling is that in the whole process, their humanity is gradually extinguished, and emotions gradually disappear."

"Do you think these people can calmly face their relatives' disappointment and sadness from the beginning?" Schiller asked.

"Of course not." Christopher shook his head and said: "I have seen such people. They will sincerely repent at the beginning, will toss and turn, and stay up all night, but in the end, nothing will change."

"This is the interesting part. At the beginning, their emotional system is normal. Seeing relatives sad, they will also be sad. This proves that their empathy organs are operating as usual."

"But what makes this organ gradually rust?" Schiller raised a question and answered it himself: "Perhaps it is too frequent dopamine stimulation, which can well blunt the empathy organs."

"The pleasure of obtaining and controlling is a long-term source of dopamine for humans. If you repeatedly experience strong such stimulation in a short period of time, you will be addicted to this pleasure and amplify their role in your brain. When your own sound becomes louder, other people's voices become much weaker."

"Until this loud noise roars in your head, just like a whole motorcade racing in the gullies of the brain, you hope they will never stop, letting you listen to it happily."

"And those original normal sounds, the sad emotions transmitted to you by others' advice, will make you feel annoyed. What do you think? Affecting your focused listening to yourself, making you unable to amplify the pleasure you feel well, so you shield them as much as possible."

"For a long time, the sensory organs of empathy can close, until you can almost no longer hear those sounds."

"The metaphor about racing is too amazing." Christopher didn't know where he took out paper and pen, started writing quickly, and said: "I think there will be a song in my next album to interpret the life of a gambler. When he wins money, he will be like the king of the world. Let me use the most gorgeous language to describe the most passionate moment of his life. I hope to borrow this metaphor."

"Of course." Schiller nodded and said: "My pleasure."

Christopher put away his pen and said: "Still the same sentence, Doctor, I rarely have the opportunity to meet a professional like you. After all, the community I live in doesn't even have a doctor, so I still hope to hear your professional opinion. What exactly happened to Tupac? How could he pin his hopes on this kind of means?"

"I'm afraid if it's in an occasion other than this, I have to talk to you about the consultation fee first." Schiller laughed and said: "But thinking that my metaphor will spread all over the world with your masterpiece, I am very happy to provide you with a free consultation."

Christopher laughed heartily, used his wine glass to touch Schiller's wine glass, and said: "I'm afraid I have to steal more such exquisite metaphors in this consultation, maybe it can make these songs reach further places, maybe it's the moon and Mars."

"What kind of person do you think Tupac is?" Schiller asked.

"In fact, I once misunderstood him." Christopher sighed and said: "This might also be the root of our contradiction. I once knew him through his music, but I found that he is not the person he wrote in the song. He is a bit... too pessimistic." ===== CHAPTER 2280 =====