Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

On the streets of Dahai City's Bund, the neon lights dazzled and the night was enchanting, yet even more enchanting was the girl beside him.

Earlier at the dinner table, while Link was talking with Wendi Deng and a few others, she just listened quietly, never interrupting. Whenever she saw him about to eat seafood, she would use her delicate white hands to help him, behaving exceptionally demurely.

Just now, under Alice Lee's persuasion, she had drunk two glasses of red wine, which turned her cheeks pink. The sparkling ripples in her phoenix eyes, as she leaned on his shoulder exhaling the sweet aroma of alcohol, made her seem irresistibly soft and boneless.

"Boss, after we left the restaurant, it looks like a car has been following us, seems like paparazzi,"

from the passenger seat, Wallace said, staring at the rearview mirror.

"No worries, keep driving,"

Link wrapped his arm around Chris's shoulders and whispered, "With the paparazzi tailing us, do you still want to come back to the hotel with me?"

"I'm not scared!"

Chris tilted her lovely face up to him, her eyes bright and sparkling, reflecting the flowing lights from the window, showing her bravery and determination, yet also her cuteness.

Link gave a soft laugh.

He leaned down to kiss her lips, which were soft like jelly.

He also tasted the exquisite richness of the Trazzi red wine.

After kissing for a few minutes, Link instructed Wallace to try to shake off the paparazzi, ensuring they didn't catch photos of Chris following him into the hotel. He was a playboy, and one or two extra pieces of gossip wouldn't affect him much.

But it was different for Chris. She was a goddess-like sister with a public persona that was pure and ethereal. She planned to work in domestic entertainment in the future, and too many scandals would be detrimental to her career.

Wallace took out his phone, called up a backup driver and another bodyguard, and asked them to block the suspicious vehicle behind.

Hearing his arrangements, Chris wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him proactively.

Link chuckled softly.

The girl was the type who was naive yet loved fun.

She had never been kissed before.

If it took a bit longer, she would struggle to catch her breath, her cheeks would turn red, and her body would go limp.

Link, always fond of teaching, could only keep coaching her over and over again.

From the car to the Hilton Hotel, there was just a minor incident as they were entering the hotel elevator.

"Feifei!"

As Link had his arms around Chris Liu in front of the elevator, he suddenly heard an excited call from behind.

The incoming woman, wearing a coffee-colored strapless dress revealing her ample bosom, in her twenties, with straight, medium-length hair and high heels, her slim, straight legs like chopsticks, cried out "Feifei" while her eyes fixed intently on Link, showing limitless affection, as if she had fallen in love with him at first sight.

Link glanced at her, recognizing her as the actress Yang Dami.

"Feifei, is it really you? What a coincidence."

Yang Dami exclaimed with joy.

"Mimi? You're here too?"

Chris Liu looked at her in surprise, smiled sweetly, and warmly clasped hands with Yang Dami.

The two had previously worked together in "The Return of the Condor Heroes" and "The Legend of Sword and Fairy 3" and were acquaintances.

Yang Dami glanced at Link, and gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, blinking excitedly, "Is this Mr. Link Baker? The big star Mr. Link Baker?"

"Yes, Mimi, this is Link, Link, this is Yang Dami, we're friends, you can call her Mimi."

Chris Liu introduced, innocently linking arms with Link.

"Mr. Baker, hello, I'm a fan of your songs, I love them a lot, and I was also in the audience at your concert the day before yesterday, your performance was spectacular,"

Yang Dami said with a glowing smile.

"Miss Yang, hello!"

Link smiled gently and shook hands with her, a slip of paper being slipped into his hand in the process.

He couldn't help but marvel at her boldness, daring to use this tactic on a foreigner. If he hadn't been aware of these tricks and had read the slip of paper right there, it would have been quite embarrassing.

The elevator arrived, and Yang Dami waved, smiling brightly as they said goodbye.

Chris Liu also smiled sweetly and suggested they go shopping together when she had free time.

Yang Dami readily agreed.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Link took out the note he had received. It was a message written in English, containing over three hundred words. Perhaps due to limited proficiency in English, there were many grammatical and tense errors.

Initially, Yang Dami complimented him, then mentioned that the entertainment industry was developing rapidly within the country and investing in it would definitely be profitable. She hoped for a chance to meet him in person to discuss this, assuring him he would be satisfied. At the end, there was a series of phone numbers, an MSN number, and an email address.

"Where did this note come from?"
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Chris Liu asked curiously.

"From that friend of yours,"

Link handed her the note, suggesting she learn the survival rules of the entertainment circle.

"Mi Mi? She's always so clever, but I'm luckier, now I'm the only one who can lean on you like this."

Chris Liu leaned on his shoulder and laughed.

Link smiled softly, bent down to kiss her, and then carried her into the luxurious penthouse suite.

Having consumed energy-boosting foods and been intimate with Chris, his physical reactions were even more pronounced given his strong body and robust vitality.

He took off his jacket, revealing robust muscles, and slowly approached the girl.

Just as things were about to start, Chris hugged him tightly, nervously saying it was her first time and asking if he minded?

She mentioned that in the United States, it was embarrassing and not cool for a girl over twenty to still have not gone through the rite of passage. She asked if that was true?

She nervously explained that things are more conservative domestically; chastity is very important to a girl, sometimes more important than life itself. Her mother was also very strict, so she hadn't experienced such things even at twenty-two.

Link of course didn't mind. He held the girl in his arms, kissed her, and whispered sweet nothings to her.

When she relaxed, they gradually moved on to the main event.

The night outside deepened, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, tearing a slit in the pitch-black night and sprinkling a drizzle in the darkness.

But that was not enough.

The second, third, fourth, up to the hundredth flashes of lightning struck the sky, as if the goddess of lightning was wielding a silver chain-like whip outside the heavens, lashing one whip after another, intending to split the sultry night air into fragments. It was as if Thor himself stood above the skies, wielding a gigantic fist and violently executing heavy punches down upon the sky, one after another, with tremendous force and intensity.

The sky trembled and wept.

In the darkness, the raindrops grew larger, pattering against the Hilton Hotel's glass windows.

In a room twenty floors below the presidential suite, Yang Dami looked out at the heavy rain, drank two glasses of red wine, yet her phone remained silent. She sighed lightly. Had she made a fruitless trip today? Should she keep waiting?

She didn't even understand why she had come here.

This year, after her contract with Xinda Rong Company expired, several agencies contacted her, offering lucrative contracts inviting her to join.

But having worked under Xinda Rong's banner for over five years, she knew a bit about the industry's workings. Being an artist in a large company inevitably involved internal competition and fighting over roles; exploitation was also severe.

Joining a smaller agency meant fewer resources and would limit her development.

Yet regardless of the size, working in any company meant working for someone else, following others' commands.

Yang Dami didn't want to be that kind of actor; she wanted to be in control, to be someone of higher authority, commanding others.

But currently, she was only quasi-first-tier in the industry, with not much capital. Becoming a leader was not easy.

Just as she was about to sign with Ya Mei Entertainment, she suddenly saw a news report about Link.

After watching it, she found not only was Link incredibly handsome but also immensely talented. At just 21, he was worth tens of billions of RMB, stronger than all the agency owners in the industry.

He wasn't just a singer but a world boxing champion too, owning successful movie and music companies, far more successful than many big bosses in domestic entertainment.

That alone wouldn't have piqued her interest, but later, when she learned that Link was a playboy involved in a flirtatious relationship with one Feifei, she saw it as an opportunity to try her luck.

Over the past few days, using some connections, she found out the hotel where Link was staying, leading to this unexpected meeting.

Fortunately, she struck up a conversation with Link. Unfortunately, he still hadn't called her, and she was uncertain if her efforts were in vain.

Ding Ling Ling!

Suddenly, the phone on the bed rang. Yang Dami put down her wine glass and leaped onto the bed.