Chapter 122: Chapter 122: On the Streets of New York
After leaving the bar, Link took advantage of the good weather and drove around New York.
He had been in New York for more than three months, busy with training and competitions, and had never appreciated the scenery along the streets.
Today happened to be a sunny day, the sky was azure blue, occasionally a plane flew across the sky, and the long trail of exhaust took a long time to disperse. The winter sun was as clear as spring water in a mountain stream, shining on the central business district of Manhattan.
The skyscrapers that used to be hidden in the clouds also revealed their full appearance. The Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, Chrysler Building, and Trump Tower passed by the car window one after another.
As Christmas was approaching, there were more Christmas trees, Christmas lights, and Santa Claus dolls on the streets, red, green, and white, full of festive flavor.
When he drove past the Trump Tower, he remembered something and called Miss Trump to ask her how the blind date was going.
After the party last time, Eva told him that Mr. Trump held a large party in Atlantic City that day and invited many heirs of wealthy families in New Jersey to attend, saying that she should choose a marriage partner among those people.
Because Trump Real Estate suffered a financial crisis and suffered heavy losses, many of its industries were facing bankruptcy crisis. Mr. Trump wanted to use her marriage to solve the family's predicament.
Ivanka was dissatisfied with this arrangement, so she pulled him as a shield.
Ivanka snorted when she heard his teasing, "Link, if I get married, I won't be able to continue working at Link Music. Do you want that? So you'd better pray that I don't get married."
"Yes, you are a great partner. I don't want you to leave, so I am going to church to pray that you will never get married."
"Bastard, I meant temporarily, not forever. I also pray that you will always be single and never date any woman for more than a year."
"So vicious?"
"You attacked me first."
Ivanka retorted forcefully.
Link shook his head, thinking that he must be dizzy to argue with a woman.
"Graham told me that you haven't been to the company for a long time, and they don't have anyone to sign for the money they want to use."
"You go and sign. Besides Link Music, I also have two jewelry stores, a fast food product, a brand shoe store, a reality show, and I'm also the vice president of the Trump Group. Oh~ I'm so busy. Do you think I'm like you, with nothing to do all day, can drive around?"
"Are you showing off your wealth to me?"
"Do I need to do that?"
"Indeed not necessary, after all, I am an Olympic champion, world boxing champion, famous singer, and vice president of two companies. It's useless for you to show off your wealth to me."
Link joked.
"Tsk, you are such a jerk. I used to think you were a gentleman, but now I've changed my mind. You are no different from those guys at parties who like to brag about themselves."
Ivanka laughed angrily.
Link shrugged and began to talk about business with her.
"Eva, Graham told me that the first month sales of 'Despacito' have come out. A total of 114,208 copies were sold in the United States and 388,000 copies were sold overseas. However, the overseas share has not arrived yet. Remember to contact Universal Records and ask them to transfer the money on time. The company is short of money at this stage."
When the single "Despacito" was released, the domestic part was released by the marketing department of Link Music, and the overseas distribution rights were handed over to Universal Records. Link Music could get 33% of the share for each record, which was less than the domestic share, but Link Music had just been established, so it could only be like this for the time being.
"Got it. When will your new album be finished? Releasing only singles can't open up the market, and the company won't make much profit, so the first album is very important."
"Fourteen songs have been collected. Recording and post-production will probably take a month. Promotion also takes time, probably until March or April next year."
"Too slow. I want to see a complete album before February and it must be on the shelves in March."
"Are you too impatient?"
"If someone forced you to marry, you would also be impatient."
"OK, for your freedom and happiness, Graham and I will go to the recording studio to practice singing tomorrow."
Link smiled.
After chatting for half an hour, Link said goodbye and just hung up the phone when he received a call from James.
James asked him if he would return to Miami for Christmas.
Link said he didn't have time for the time being and would go back to sunbathe when he had time after recording the first album.
"Yes, you have become a big star, you have to take announcements and go out to perform every day. I know, I have watched those interviews with stars."
James said.
Link smiled slightly. He was not very famous in the music industry yet and didn't have that much to do, but after the first album was released, he would probably be busy every day.
"Why don't you come to New York after Christmas? I need a working assistant. How about a monthly salary of $20,000?"
"Come to New York? No, no, I heard it's very dangerous there, with gunfights every day, and you might get robbed by black people when you go out to buy a hot dog."
James said.
"Read less tabloid news. New York is much safer than Miami. I've been in New York for two months and haven't encountered a single shooting."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As he was speaking, there were three loud bangs from the block ahead, like a car tire blowout, but the sound was sharper, making people tremble with fear.
"Link, Link, what was that sound? Was there a shootout?" James shouted excitedly on the phone.
"No, it should be a car tire blowout."
Link saw the vehicles in front stop and also turned on the hazard lights to park on the side of the road. He looked out through the car window and saw that the vehicles on Seventh Avenue West 43rd Street had all stopped, and pedestrians were retreating.
"Impossible, how could three tires explode at the same time? It must be a shootout. Link, why don't you come back? New York is too dangerous. I can hear gunshots just by calling you. There must be shootouts every day where you are."
Link was speechless and couldn't explain at all. He said a few words to James and hung up the phone.
The gunshots came from a bar, where there seemed to be some trouble, and it was a mess.
Link was not interested in watching the excitement. When he was reversing, he saw Dino Duva, Mario, and Morales coming from the opposite street.
"Hey, here!"
Link rolled down the car window and shouted.
"Link? Why are you here?" Dino waved and shouted.
"Shopping."
Link invited the three of them into the car and asked Mario and Morales, "Christmas is coming soon, and I'm going to take a few days off. What are your plans?"
"I'm going home the day after tomorrow," Morales said.
Mario patted his big belly and said, "I'm going to continue training and participate in the Golden Gloves Championship again next year. This time I must make it to the finals."
Link shook his head and started the car. "Your technique is not bad, your strength is also okay, and your ability to withstand blows is B+. It's difficult to achieve results if you continue to fight in the heavyweight category. You can consider losing more than ten pounds and participating in the light heavyweight competition. There are not many masters in the light heavyweight category."
"I think Link is right," Morales nodded and said.
"Lose weight? That's too difficult." Mario scratched his ugly face and said.
Link didn't try to persuade him anymore and looked at Dino. "Drive the sports car you put downstairs at my place back. I have a car and don't need a sports car."
Last time, after he finished the real estate handover procedures, Dino drove a Ferrari F50 sports car to his garage and said it was a gift for him. However, Link had a car and savings and was not interested in sports cars.
"We made millions of dollars by betting together. That sports car is your share, only more than 300,000 dollars. If you don't want it, you can throw it into a car graveyard. Anyway, I don't want it."
Dino shrugged and smiled.
Link was very helpless. These two brothers always liked to force gifts on people. He didn't know where they learned this bad habit.
"Give me the purchase contract, and I'll give you a check, otherwise I won't tell you which round to win in the next game."
"Link, I've decided, I want to lose weight and fight in the light heavyweight competition."
Mario suddenly shouted, clenching his fists.
Link, Dino, and Morales all looked at him strangely, not understanding why he suddenly yelled.
"I also want to be a boxing champion, I want a Ferrari, and I want a yacht."
Mario gritted his teeth, as if making a huge decision.
"I'm also going to participate in next year's National Boxing Championship. Without Link, I'm sure I can win the championship."
Morales said, flexing his arm muscles.
Dino looked at Link, then at the two of them, and cursed unhappily, "Are you guys crazy? I was talking to Link about sports cars, why did you suddenly say these things? You all have goals, so what should I do?"
Link smiled slightly, dropped the three of them off at the subway station, and drove home.
(End of Chapter)
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