Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Link, project your voice more. Don’t suppress your emotions, and don’t be afraid of breaking. A broken voice has more appeal,"

Outside the recording studio, Graham stood in front of the console with a microphone in his hand, shouting into the studio where Link was.

Link nodded his head, and following Graham’s guidance, sang once more.

The original singer of this song was female, different in both pitch and style.

To perform this song well, he and Graham and the staff had been tirelessly working in the recording studio day and night, constantly tuning and rehearsing.

Every day he would sing until his voice was hoarse, then, after recovering the next day, he would continue singing.

After many days of hard work, this song became increasingly amazing, more imposing than the original singer’s. It was more rugged in style, and majestic, with a bloody scent of the battlefield, reminiscent of Linkin Park’s lead singer Chester Bennington’s hard rock, straining every vocal chord.

He felt his version had more emotional impact than the original.

They become a part of you

Every time you bleed for reaching greatness

You write greatness against adversity

Relentless you survive

"Yes! Keep singing like that! Link, you are a goddamn genius, this song is definitely going to be your signature piece,"

Graham shouted while raising his fists in the air.

David Kahn and several other producers also laughed heartily, fully agreeing with his statement.

"Link is amazing. He’s good at pop, rock, and rap. He’s a musical genius,"

Bruno Mars said, sporting an explosive hairstyle.

"Haha, Bruno, you’re also impressive. And Lana, Wiz, with you four here, I bet our Link Music will definitely become the brightest record label in the music industry,"

David Kahn said, laughing loudly.

"Yes, definitely!"

The others voiced their agreement.

"What’s everyone talking about? The atmosphere seems really good."

When Ivanka arrived at the recording studio, she saw everybody engaged in lively conversation, the atmosphere was very spirited.

"Hi, Miss Ivanka, Happy New Year!"

Everyone greeted Ivanka.

"Happy New Year!"

Ivanka smiled slightly, greeted everyone, and had two assistants distribute New Year gifts.

In the United States, the day after Christmas is Boxing Day, not for boxing, but for exchanging gifts.

It was originally a day when slave owners would give gifts to their slaves, but it has evolved into a day for everyone to exchange gifts with each other.

Graham, Mars and a few others happily accepted the gifts, only to discover that Ivanka had prepared luxury items for everyone, including wine, cigars, gold pens, and platinum jewelry.

Each person’s gift was unique, yet everyone clung to theirs lovingly upon receiving them.

Graham held his gift and couldn’t help but admire it; compared to Link, the careless guy, Ivanka was clearly more suited to be a manager.

"Graham, how’s Link’s new song?"

Ivanka walked to the soundproof glass window, picked up a pair of headphones, and looked at the singing Link as she asked.

"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic! If ’Give me reason’ and ’See you again’ are a nine, I give this song a solid ten,"

Graham said excitedly.

"Oh?"

Ivanka was a bit surprised.

’See you again’ stayed at the top of Billboard’s single chart for 12 weeks, making it the 12th song in Billboard’s history to reign for more than 12 weeks. It is also Link’s most popular work to date.

Now, Graham thought the quality of this song was even higher than ’See you again’, a rating far beyond her expectations.

Ivanka, with curiosity and surprise, put on the headphones to listen for a while.

When she heard that chorus, she couldn’t help but straighten up, chest out, as if lifted by something inside, suddenly filled with strength.

Ivanka covered her headphones, looking through the soundproof glass at that roaring figure inside.

She saw him clutching his fists, his arm muscles tight and bulging, raising his voice to an incredibly high pitch, his screams with intense emotional power traveling through the microphone, passing the sound control board to the headphones, and then into her ears.

Ivanka blinked her eyelashes, her heart rate involuntarily accelerating.

Recalling their first meeting, he was just an ordinary beach boy, barely more handsome and daring than the other passersby on the street, with not much to note at that time.

But after the Olympics, his name shone like the sun almost every day. First, he used brute force to defeat one opponent after another in a hundred seconds, becoming the WBA boxing champion causing a sensation throughout the boxing world and the whole of the United States.

Then he wrote the huge hit song ’Despacito’, released bestselling albums, becoming a superstar singer.

Ivanka had known him for just over a year, and her understanding of him was greater than anyone else’s, even surpassing Taylor’s.

Each time she witnessed his new achievements, she couldn’t help but marvel, this guy was just too incredible.

I thought I had grown used to situations like this, but when I heard this song, I still felt amazed.

According to Mandy’s news, from the organizers contacting him for a performance to him creating this song, it only took three days—just three days to come up with such a song.

"This guy is just too incredible."

Ivanka said softly with her lips pursed.

"Hey, Eva, when did you get here?"

Link emerged from the recording studio and saw the stunning beauty standing outside.

She was dressed in a camel-colored lapel wool coat, a black high-necked sweater, and high-waisted straight-leg pants, which highlighted her slim waist, long legs, and voluptuous hips, yielding a very fruitful front.

Her golden straight hair cascaded over her shoulders, lightly tied at the outer layer with a crystal hair clip.

Simple, elegant, and dignified—a billionaire’s aura hit him in waves.

Link admitted that his net worth was not much less than hers, yet in terms of dressing and demeanor, he could never match Ivanka.

"Just arrived! The new song is good!"

Ivanka put down her headphones and said.

"Thanks! With your good taste, if you say it’s good, then this song must be great."

Link said with a smile.

"Let’s go to the office and talk."

"OK!"

Link nodded and headed to the adjacent office.

As soon as they sat down, Ivanka tossed a stack of papers over to him.

The year 2010 was just around the corner, and Link Music had plenty of work to do in the next year.

The first item was the release of his third album.

This album had been recorded even earlier than his second and needed some fine-tuning before release to adjust the styles of two or three songs to better fit the current market.

The plan was to release the first promotional single "All of me" the day before Valentine’s Day.

And to have a global release at the end of March.

The album had a pop-ballad style, different from the first two albums, so whether it could maintain the hot sales of the previous albums was still an unknown.

The second item was his upcoming Super Bowl performance, and the related promotions needed to keep pace.

If handled correctly, leveraging the Super Bowl’s popularity could help sell tens of thousands more copies of his album and singles.

The third item was the tour arrangement for the next year, roles in two movies, two confirmed boxing matches, six commercials, and the music video for the new song also needed scheduling.

"There’s just too much work. I should not have taken on ’The Expendables’."

Link flipped through the schedule and said.

In December, he had met with Stallone, who said he would design a role specifically for him as a master fighter who could knock someone out with a single punch. His role would be the third or fourth lead, with a minimum pay of three million.

Seeing the money and the cool character, Link had gone for it.

Now it seemed he was being too greedy and had gotten himself into trouble.

"It’s fine, many things look overwhelming, but once you start doing them, you’ll realize there’s actually less."

Ivanka said, pouring two cups of hot chocolate and placing one in front of him.

"A lot of things look minimal, but when you start doing them, they turn out to be more."

"That’s because you don’t know how to arrange them."

Ivanka, with her long legs crossed, sat in the office chair and patted another even thicker folder, "These are my work arrangements. Do you want to take a look?"

"No need to look!"

Ivanka, the president of Link Music, was responsible not only for his record promotions and releases but also for managing artists like Lana, Mars, and Wiz Khalifa.

Lana’s album had been out for eight weeks, and it was still in the top 50 of the Billboard album chart, which indicated that the album had great potential and needed increased promotion.

Bruno Mars’ first album was in its third week of release, with first-week sales of 287,000 copies, reaching second place on Billboard, just slightly behind Lady Gaga’s "The Fame Monster." Explore new worlds at

With a three-week cumulative sales of 573,000 copies, the figures were a bit better than Lana’s first, and with continued efforts, it had a great chance of breaking one million in North America.

And the release of Wiz Khalifa’s debut album "Deal or No Deal" was also planned for the beginning of the year.

One could tell without looking that her work would not be less than plentiful.

Link spread his hands and said, "We are now billionaires, why do we still have to be so busy? Why not just take a vacation?"

"A while ago, you told a reporter that it was your passion that kept you energetic and greatly increased your work efficiency, and now you’re thinking of vacationing?"

Ivanka glanced at him playfully and said.

"Even a camel in the desert can’t be expected to carry goods 365 days a year."

Link said with a laugh.

Ivanka’s lips curled slightly as she reached into her small crossbody bag and pulled out a box.

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