Chapitre 112: Chapter 112: Invitation to Cooperate
"Link, take a look. This is the schedule for your match with Tyson."
Ivanka pushed a document towards him.
Link opened it and looked. His match with Tyson was scheduled for December 15th, to be held at the Trump Plaza Casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey.
This casino was famous for its retro architecture, including the Taj Mahal and pyramids. It had a large interior space that could accommodate over ten thousand people and had hosted boxing matches many times in the past. It was once one of the famous entertainment venues in Atlantic City.
However, in recent years, Atlantic City's appeal to tourists had declined significantly, and the gap with entertainment cities like Las Vegas and Los Angeles had gradually widened.
The large casino under Trump Entertainment had also begun to see fewer visitors. With the financial crisis this year, the real estate and tourism industries had suffered heavy losses, and debts had increased.
That's why the news of this casino's bankruptcy had been reported in the media.
"No problem!"
Link was a boxer and didn't really need to look at these things. As long as Ivanka and Franco, as well as Tyson's side, had agreed, he could just follow Simon to the match.
As for how the $10 million prize money would be split, that was a matter between him and Tyson, and Ivanka didn't need to be involved.
So he felt that Ivanka asking him out to see the boxing match wasn't for this document.
Ivanka swirled her wine glass and said casually, "Link, when I first heard the song 'Despacito,' I just thought it was nice, but I didn't expect it to be so popular. It's been playing on the radio every day lately, and even my father has heard it."
"Oh, what did Mr. Trump think?"
Link asked.
"My father didn't comment on the song, he just said that you are a very outstanding young man, and he admires you very much. I've heard him comment on many young people over the years, but no one has been praised by him several times in a row like you."
"Haha, it's my honor. Thank you, Mr. Trump!"
Link said, raising his glass.
Ivanka clinked glasses with him and glanced at him. "Link, many people have said that you have great potential in music. Have you considered signing with a record company and becoming a singer?"
Link nodded. "I've considered it. Boxing is a niche sport, and it's difficult to promote boxing and myself solely through boxing. I've thought about becoming an actor, but as a boxer, it's hard to find a suitable role. Being a singer doesn't have such high requirements for body shape, and the work schedule is more flexible. Currently, several major record companies are in contact with me, and I'm considering it."
Ivanka leaned back on the sofa, crossing her long legs, and listened quietly to him. After he finished speaking, she nodded slightly.
"Joining a major record company is not bad. They have a lot of resources and can help you become famous quickly. However, major companies also have many artists, and competition for resources is intense. You're a part-time singer, and after one song becomes a hit, it doesn't guarantee that subsequent songs will also be popular. So their support for you won't be too much, and it won't last too long."
Ivanka's words were similar to what Catherine had said, describing major companies as squeezing machines, squeezing one person and then moving on to the next. Except for big-name singers who brought their own traffic, others were just filling in the numbers.
Link understood this, but he didn't quite understand her purpose in talking about this.
Ivanka blinked her charming eyes, her curved eyelashes like hooks. "Link, I think a small record company is more suitable for your development, preferably one that doesn't have any other singers, only you. After you join the company, they will concentrate all their resources on you. You make money, and the company makes money. Your interests are aligned, so the company won't and can't easily give up on you."
Link looked at Ivanka and said, "That sounds great, but such record companies are rare. Ivanka, you entered the entertainment industry earlier than me. Do you have any good recommendations?"
Ivanka rubbed her fingers on the wine glass and smiled slightly. "What do you think of Trump Entertainment?"
"Trump Entertainment?"
Link raised an eyebrow. The puzzle he had been pondering for a long time was finally solved. After all this talk, Ivanka was also here to sign him.
"Yes, Trump Entertainment mainly operates hotels, casinos, reality shows, models, and music. We have released albums and photo books for past Miss Americas, with sales exceeding one hundred thousand copies. We are not unfamiliar with this field."
Ivanka straightened her back, raised a finger, and said confidently like Mr. Trump, "Link, if you are willing to join Trump Entertainment's music company, we will mobilize all the resources of Trump Entertainment to promote you and your album. I assure you that these investments will not be less than 5 million, and we will strive to make you a top-tier or even superstar."
Link said, "Sounds good, but I don't quite understand. If Trump Entertainment wants to get involved in the music industry, it would be more appropriate to cooperate with professional singers. Why choose me, an amateur singer?"
"The reason is simple. My father admires you very much, and I am also very optimistic about you. We both think you have the potential to become a superstar. We want to shape you, and of course, more importantly, you can also help the company create profits. We cooperate for a win-win situation and create more brilliant achievements in the music industry together. What do you think?" Ivanka said excitedly.
Link also looked at her face, beautiful eyes, smiling red lips, feeling a little regretful in his heart.
He thought that after singing and dancing with her, they could be considered friends, but he still overestimated his own charm. Ivanka didn't think that way at all.
She only regarded him as a tool for making money.
Because he knew that the news of Trump Entertainment's impending bankruptcy was true, and next year Trump Entertainment would be taken over by another billionaire, Carl Icahn.
If he joined Trump Entertainment at this time, he wouldn't be able to help the company survive with just one album. He would only become a bargaining chip in the deal.
This date was indeed a trap, and this woman was not a simple character.
"Go Evander!"
While thinking about how to politely decline her proposal, a loud shout came from outside the window. Link got up and went to the window. The match between Holyfield and Valuev had begun. Holyfield, wearing a red cloak, walked onto the boxing ring from the east passage.
He was 46 years old this year, 189 centimeters tall, and weighed 214 pounds. He was strong and muscular, like a chimpanzee.
But compared to his opponent Valuev, he was much smaller.
Valuev was 35 years old this year, 213 centimeters tall, and weighed 310 pounds. His upper body was hairy, and his appearance was very similar to the giants in movies.
There was a big difference in age, height, and weight between the two, and the media also promoted it as an 'unequal' duel.
This match was hosted by Gilberto Mendoza, president of the WBA Association.
After the match started, Valuev waved his giant fists and launched a fierce attack on Holyfield. Although this guy was huge, his movements were not slow. His 215-centimeter-long arms were like the claws of a Titan beast in a game, waving around and capable of eliminating all life nearby.
Because of the height difference and because Holyfield was 46 years old this year with limited physical strength, it was difficult to knock out Valuev. He could only use his superb boxing skills to continuously attack Valuev's chest, abdomen, and chin, trying to win by points in this way.
"Who do you think will win?" Ivanka asked, standing next to him.
"Valuev. Holyfield is too old, and his stamina and speed are seriously lacking. Ten years ago, he would definitely win," Link commented objectively.
"You said you could defeat Valuev in three rounds. Were you serious?" Ivanka turned to look at him and asked.
The corner of Link's mouth twitched. When the reporter interviewed him, he threw those people out together, regardless of whether the opponent was the short Bernard Hopkins or the giant beast Valuev, and even sprayed them together.
Now seeing the 310-pound giant beast Valuev in person, the visual impact was relatively large, and the opponent's fighting style was also relatively wild, fiercer and faster than imagined.
He was confident that he could defeat the opponent by points in 12 rounds, but the probability of winning in three rounds was extremely small.
"It's very difficult, but if I face him, I'm confident that I can defeat him in three rounds," Link said confidently.
Ivanka looked at him suspiciously, with an inexplicable smile on her sexy lips.
"Don't believe it?" Link asked, looking at her.
Ivanka shrugged and touched the trophy's hair, saying, "There's too much difference in your height and weight, making it hard to believe you can KO him in three rounds."
"How about a bet? In the next three years, I will challenge Valuev. If I win in three rounds, you write on paper a hundred times, 'Link is the most powerful boxer in the world.' How about it?"
"What if I win?"
"You can't win because I won't lose," Link said confidently, looking at the boxing ring.
"No, if it's a bet, there must be a winner and a loser. If I win, you have to tell a hundred people that Ivanka is the most beautiful woman in the world, a queen. Do you dare to bet?" Ivanka raised her chin, extended her palm, and said with a hint of provocation in her brown eyes.
Link looked at her and smiled, raising his hand to clap with her to finalize the agreement.
In the boxing ring, after 12 rounds of difficult competition, the match ended. The ring referee pulled the arms of the two and stood in the ring, facing the chief referee's seat.
The three referees submitted the scores of the two, which were 114:114, 114:115, and 112:115. Valuev won the match by a narrow margin, successfully defending his WBA heavyweight gold belt.
Seeing this score, Link shook his head.
This was the United States, and Old Huo was a famous American boxer. Valuev was a Russian boxer. Unless the gap between the two sides was very large, according to normal operation, the winner of this match should be Old Huo.
Favoring the home boxer in a match was a common practice in international competitions, not even a hidden rule. This was also one of the reasons why many boxers were reluctant to compete abroad.
But this time, Old Huo lost, and the points between the two sides were so close. The things behind this wouldn't be too simple.
(End of Chapter)
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