Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

After Scott left, Link stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his arms folded, watching the hustle and bustle on William Street below.

Occasionally, he could still spot a few tourists pointing at the Link Music logo, as if to say that this was the famous Link Music where Link, Lana Del Rey, Mars, and Wiz Khalifa were.

While viewing the scenery, Link also pondered the suggestions Scott had made just before leaving.

Scott told him that his popularity in the entertainment industry was high at the moment, but as album promotions and scandals decreased, so would his popularity.

To maintain a high popularity in the music scene, promotional hype was essential. Initially choosing to bind promotional efforts with East Coast rap was a clever move, and it could continue to be implemented to keep both parties in a state of discord, which would heighten the topic's interest and be mutually beneficial.

Link didn't object, nor did he care much.

Once fame reached a certain stage, breaking through the bottleneck to achieve a higher realm required more than just hype; it required years of accumulation, with quantity leading to a qualitative change, just like his punches.

Pulling down East Coast rappers in promotion had very limited effects for him at this stage.

Scott also mentioned the issue of developing a personal brand.

Link, a famous athlete and singer, was highly recognized globally and had many fans. He could definitely follow in the footsteps of Jordan, Kobe, and Kanye to collaborate with brands like Adidas and Nike to create his own sports or casual clothing brand, which was another good way to make money.
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Link thought about it and found it to be a sound suggestion.

Kanye initially had a net worth of hundreds of millions of US dollars, but by collaborating with Adidas and Nike, he created Air Yeezy, and eventually his net worth reached over ten billion US dollars; it was the same for people like Jordan.

If he wanted to become a billionaire or even a trillionaire, relying solely on stock investments wasn't enough; he also needed to think of ways to make some tangible investments.

Knock knock knock!

"Link, are you busy?"

Graham, the head of Link Music's production department, walked in, wearing a baseball shirt and looked a bit rounder than in '08. He still didn't care much about his personal appearance, with messy hair and a wrinkled shirt.

"Not busy, what's up?"

Link sat back in his office chair and invited Graham to sit opposite him, asking his secretary to bring over a cup of coffee.

"No thanks, I've already had five cups of coffee today, I reek of coffee. I've heard the tea here is quite good, please get me a cup of that."

Graham waved his hand and said.

Link gave a slight smile and asked his secretary to make a cup of tea.

"Have you been very busy these days?"

"The busiest times have passed. The end of last year and the beginning of this one were the peak, with Link Music releasing three albums. That was when we were busiest. Now it's not so busy, but I can't seem to relax."

Graham shrugged his shoulders and started discussing the production of the fourth album with him.

"Isn't that a bit too hurried?"

Link asked, stroking his chin.

"Not really, you're very popular now, and the albums are well received. The more so, the more effort we need to put into the new album. If the quality of the new album is poor, it could damage your reputation. The company plans to release your fourth album early next year, so we should start preparing now. We need to decide on the theme, write songs, collect songs—the more, the better, striving for excellence to ensure the quality of the album isn't compromised."

Graham explained.

Link nodded his head in agreement with his opinion.

Before he became famous, he had done many flamboyant stunts to gain popularity, such as publicly challenging heavyweight champions, claiming to knock out all challengers within 100 seconds, and even criticizing Washington from the sidelines at the Grammy Awards, which almost got him labeled as a racist.

Back then, he was not very famous and acted without restraint.

After becoming famous, his influence grew, and he became more cautious in his actions and words, often walking on thin ice.

Releasing albums was the same; in the beginning, there was no pressure, and the first album took just over two months from production to release.

The second and third albums gradually became more serious. As album sales increased and his fan base grew, in order not to disappoint his fans' trust and expectations, he dared not mess around and became more careful in producing albums.

If he planned to release the fourth album early next year, preparation indeed should start in advance.

Link and Graham began discussing the theme for the fourth album. Since the songs "Sorry" and "Love Is Gone" had received positive feedback, they decided to set the theme as 'breakup' with the album's songs focusing on sentimental love songs.

"Graham, for this type of song, I have temporarily written six. Start collecting related songs on your side as well—the more, the better."

Link said.

When releasing the first and second albums, the quality of collected songs was mediocre, with none making it onto the charts, leading him to disregard the company's collected works.

By the third album, the company spent a lot of money inviting famous singers to write songs for him, and this time, the quality of collected songs was good, all making it onto the charts.

This made him look forward to the company's collected songs, perhaps in the future, luck would have it that a few chart-topping hits from the past would be collected.

Meanwhile, Link also planned to invite songs from Lady Gaga, Adele, and Kesha.

All were talented singer-songwriters, and the songs they wrote would likely be excellent.

After seeing Graham off, Link glanced at his watch, which showed it was already 5:10 PM, but Ivanka had not yet come to call him home for dinner.

Thinking of how this woman was a workaholic, he shut down his computer, instructed his secretary, and headed to the president's office on the east side, where Ivanka's assistant and secretaries were still present, indicating she was also there.

Link knocked on the door, and a "Come in" came from inside, the voice cold and indifferent, carrying an unapproachable air.

Upon opening the door, Ivanka sat behind a large desk, clad in a Prada white OL outfit, her golden hair tied up, holding a signing pen, with a pile of documents on the desk that she was focused on sorting.

Seeing her like this, Link initially wanted to ask her about setting him up, but swallowed his words as he too hadn't lost out, and being temporary agreement lovers wasn't too bad.

"Link, is there something you need?"

When she saw him enter, Ivanka stopped her work and looked up at him with a very serious expression.

"Nothing, just came to check on you."

Link shrugged his shoulders, sat down in the chair opposite, and picked up a file to look at; it contained financial documents, legal issues, and materials submitted by dealers, a myriad of work-related matters.

"Are you here to help me share the workload? These documents could be passed to you for approval."

"No, I'm a technical guy, I don't know about company management, the only thing I can do is clap for you."

Link clapped his hands and laughed.

Ivanka gave him a flirtatious glance, scribbled on a document, then suddenly, furrowing her brows, she gazed at him, "Didn't I say I'd treat you to seafood… oh no, I forgot."

Ivanka glanced at her watch, saw it was past five, and hurriedly put down her pen and papers, calling her assistant to prepare the car.

"Don't rush, it's already late, another day is just as good."

"No, I promised to cook for you, what I say, I must do."

Ivanka shut down her computer, slipped on her high heels, grabbed her handbag, and urged him to also get up quickly, or it would be time for supper.

Link shook his head, seeing her like this, he didn't harbor much expectation for the seafood.

"What seafood feast have you prepared?"

"I heard you liked seafood, I don't know which kind you prefer, so I ordered all the top-grade seafood online – king crab, blue lobster, Belon oysters, Australian prawns, all guaranteed to satisfy your taste."

Ivanka said while walking.

"Sounds wonderful."

Link looked at the woman beside him and lightly chuckled, "Ivanka, we're just agreement lovers, you being so nice to me, could it be… you've fallen for me?"

Ivanka stopped, gave him a look, and smiled, "Don't flatter yourself too much, this is just a business meal, I just want to discuss work at the table, nothing else. If I truly fell for you, I wouldn't just treat you to seafood, I'd give you the best of everything in the world."

"Really? So, if I could make you fall in love with me, I could get the best things in the world?"

"Exactly, but I absolutely will not fall for you."

"Why?"

"Are you completely lacking self-awareness, jerk?"

Ivanka gave him a sidelong glance, leaving behind an indifferent silhouette.

Seeing her expression, Link began to doubt his earlier judgment, did this woman really like him?

In Baker's store, she proposed he find a steady girlfriend, and ultimately they became agreement lovers, was it really to salvage his reputation and nothing more?

Had he misunderstood?

Link didn't quite understand; he had always been somewhat obtuse about matters of the heart, and after his experience with Taylor, he was now even more unsure of a woman's feelings toward him, how deep they might be.

"What are you standing there for?"

Soon reaching the work area, Ivanka stopped, turned back to him and said, "According to agreement clause six, in public, we need to act like a couple to let everyone know we are together, to avoid my father's suspicion, at times like this, we should walk together."

Link shook his head, walked over, and encircled her waist, pinching the fuller part of her figure; this woman was too vexing, being with her, even three brains wouldn't suffice to guess her thoughts, one can't be too gentle with such a woman.

Ivanka pinched him back, took his arm, and they walked shoulder to shoulder out of the Link Music Office.

The company employees, seeing the two bosses hand in hand, all cast curious glances, noting one in a leisure suit, handsome and robust, and the other in a business pencil dress, sexy and graceful, they looked quite the perfect match.

"Link and Ivanka make such a good pair."

"So envious, they not only possess the world's top appearance and wealth but also the most perfect partnership, this world is too unfair."

"Previously I thought Link and Taylor were a good match, and I was disappointed to see them part, but now I think Link and President Ivanka are even more suitable; I've decided to root for them, hoping they make it."

The employees buzzed with comments, and one of them took out their cellphone, informing their employer about today's scene where President Ivanka and Mr. Baker left work hand in hand, looking very intimate.