Conquer America, Start with a Boxing Champion

"How many?!"

Mario's eyes suddenly opened wide and he looked at him in shock, "One hundred million US dollars? Are you crazy? Mr. Dewar came to negotiate with you with sincerity, and you actually responded to Dewar with such an unsincere figure. Sir's kindness?

Link, don't be joking. Let's be serious and sincere. I heard that Mr. Dewar has contracts with more than ten boxing champions. He is very busy. "

"One hundred million dollars?"

Even West and Reggie, who were drowsy under the sun, opened their eyes and listened to their negotiations with rapt attention.

So money is a good thing, it is very refreshing.

"Link, one hundred million dollars?"

The smile on Franco Duva's face turned into a bitter smile, as if Link's words had pierced his gallbladder, and even his smile became bitter.

If any Franco Duval fan saw his smile change, they would definitely blame Link for being reckless.

Link glanced at Mario who had no position. This bastard didn't even have the most basic face and moral integrity in order to let Franco Duva take in him, a loser.

But he didn't want to think about it. With his qualifications, if he worked as a sparring partner for a boxing champion, he would be rejected and he wouldn't resist beatings. What's the use of joining a major event company?

Link smiled slightly and wiped the corners of his mouth and fingers with a tissue slowly, "Mr. Dewar, do you think 100 million US dollars is a lot? Or do you think I'm not worth 100 million US dollars?"

"Needless to say, Link, you don't look at yourself. Even if you have won a few games now, this is an amateur game. You, a newcomer who doesn't even have a boxing title, dare to offer 100 million. The sky-high price?”

Franco's mouth said indignantly on Mario's behalf.

It seems that Link asked Franco for 100 million U.S. dollars, which is such a treasonous thing, and he is just acting on behalf of God.

Link looked at Franco Duva and smiled: "Mr. Duva, do you think so too?"

"It goes without saying."

"shut up!!"

Link looked at Mario coldly.

"Mario, go sit over there! You have nothing to do here!"

West scolded with a dark face.

Mario curled his lips, licked his face and smiled at Franco Duva. He moved his butt to the seat in the opposite aisle, but his neck was stretched out. If he could use his face to occupy a seat, his seat would basically be empty. Change.

Link smiled and looked at Franco Duva, "Mr. Duva, do you think so too?"

When Franco Duva is thinking about a problem, he likes to lower his head slightly, and a vertical line will appear between his eyebrows. When he raises his head, the vertical line disappears.

He said: "Link, you are very strong, have excellent appearance, and have great commercial value, but you are a newcomer after all. With 100 million U.S. dollars, even in Holyfield's fifth year of debut, after winning the WBA gold belt, you still have I would not impose such huge terms on my father.”

Link heard him pause when he mentioned his father, Lou Duva, with an expression of respect on his face, and smiled: "Mr. Duva, are you willing to come to see me and sign the contract before I become a boxing champion?" Buy me, what you are optimistic about is my potential, which is no different from Wall Street pitchers buying large quantities of shares in small companies with potential before they go public.

As an investor, if you were asked to pay $100 million for 20% of Microsoft's shares in 1980, would you be willing?

In 1985, you were asked to invest 1 billion to acquire 80% of Apple's shares. Would you be willing?

Would you be willing to invest 100 million to acquire 30% of Google shares in 2003? Now I ask you to invest 100 million to win my event promotion contract, but you are unwilling. Why is this? "

Mario and Reggie were stunned. Previously, they heard Link ask Franco Duva if he had money in the past, would he buy a large number of shares in Microsoft, Apple, and Google?

They are also thinking about whether they would invest in several giant Internet companies if they had money and opportunities.

The result of thinking is, of course I am willing. If I invest 100 million, I can earn 100 billion back. If I don’t want to, I will be a fool.

But then Link changed the subject and asked Franco why he was unwilling to spend 100 million US dollars to win his contract?

Is not this nonsensical?

There are big companies in front of us worth tens of millions or hundreds of millions, and you are just you. How can you, a boxer, compare with big companies worth hundreds of billions or trillions?

Mario rolled his eyes, thinking that Link's brain might have been soaked in sea water too much and was a little damp.

Franco Duva was stunned for a moment, and then there was a hint of a bitter smile on his lips. He spread his hands gracefully, "Link, your commercial value is very great, but 100 million US dollars is indeed beyond our budget. Do you think it is worth it?" How about ten million?”

"Ten million?! Link, is he worth ten million?"

Mario looked at Franco Duva with wide eyes, as if asking the respected President Duva, have you accidentally been infected with Link's madness because you were too close to him?

When West and Reggie heard that Franco Duva offered a huge contract of 10 million, they also looked at Link in surprise, wanting to see his reaction? Shock? Excited or surprised?

Link just waved his hand calmly, "If it were 1980, on this train, sitting opposite you was Bill Gates, and he wanted to sell 20% of Microsoft shares to you for 100 million. Without any memory of the future, Next, you will definitely refuse;

In 1985, the idiot shareholders of Apple drove Steve Jobs out of the company, then destroyed Apple to a pulp and prepared to sell it to you for US$1 billion, you would definitely refuse;

In 2003, the three founders of Google solicited investment for new projects and sold you 30% of their shares, but you still refused.

It’s not that you don’t have investment vision, but that you haven’t done serious research and don’t know where the real value of these three companies and me is? We don’t know how much potential we have and how much value we can create in the future.

If your company's career assessment of me is that I will only be a boxing champion like Holyfield in the future, don't sign me. My value does not lie in this. "

"Just a boxing champion like Holyfield? Just?"

Mario's eyes widened and he looked at Link in disbelief. If he hadn't been frightened by Link's cold look just now, he would have wanted to grab Link's collar and shake it hard a few times, asking him if he knew who Holyfield was. ?

Evander Holyfield is the most successful heavyweight boxer in terms of honor and business after Tyson. He is a four-time WBA heavyweight champion, a three-time IBF heavyweight champion, and a three-time WBC heavyweight champion. He is the successor to Muhammad Ali. He became the second boxer to win the world heavyweight boxing title three times.

Being able to become Holyfield is the dream of all boxers, but in Link's mouth, it's just?

"Someone is crazy! Someone is really crazy!"

Mario looked up at the train roof and whispered.

Franco Duva looked at Link with a strange look. He felt that this young man had probably lost his temper after defeating more than a dozen opponents and being touted by the media. He was so serious that even Holyfield was not concerned about it. In eyes.

Still smiling, he asked in a more polite tone: "Link, can you let me know your career plans, or what you think is the most valuable thing about you?"

"certainly!"

Link raised the corners of his lips and smiled. If he just said that he would be better than Holyfield in the future, that would be bragging. Others would smile contemptuously after hearing this. This was not his intention at all.

He pointed to the fruit basket on the table and said: "Since the beginning of the last century, when boxing began to be commercialized, heavyweight has always been the most profitable area, but it has not been profitable in recent years. This is indeed the case in the North American market.

Since there is no heavyweight boxing champion, Mayweather, Roy Jones Jr., De La Hoya, Pacquiao and other small-level boxers have begun to divide the market that originally belonged to the heavyweight boxing.

Why is this happening? Because you can't find anyone in North America who can replace George Foreman, Tyson, Holyfield and others and continue to attract audiences and pay for boxing matches.

If someone emerged now who had the ability to unify the four major heavyweight organizations and regain the heavyweight market and audience, would you be willing to spend $100 million to sign him?

I think you won't let it go.

With this person, your company can earn 10 billion, 100 billion, or a mere 100 million US dollars in the future. And I am such a person. "

Before Franco Duva could say anything, he raised his palms and politely stopped the other party from speaking, "Since the 1940s and 1950s, most of the boxers active in the boxing world are Ali, Tyson, Holyfield, May Wither, Roy Jones Jr., these dark-skinned people.

My appearance will break this pattern. My goal is to unify all the world boxing titles and gold belts in the five major levels and the four major organizations. How can Holyfield compare with me? "

Link looked at Franco Duva with a serious expression, "The boxing world is about to undergo earth-shaking changes, and I am the one who will change the boxing world.

One hundred million dollars! Mr. Dewar, because you are very sincere and I respect old Mr. Dewar, I am offering you a lot of friendship? "

Franco Duva dipped a patterned tissue into the sweat on his brow.

If Link said before that he didn't take Holyfield seriously, it was too frivolous, like bubbles floating in the sky.

Just now, Link said that he was ready to regain the heavyweight market and bring changes to the North American boxing world, but thunder fell from the sky and made his scalp numb.

Not even Ali, Tyson, or Holyfield would dare to say this. How dare he, an amateur boxer?

But after thinking carefully about Link's words, I found that although there was an element of bragging in Link's words, it was not impossible.

Nowadays, the North American boxing world is in a state of decline, especially the most profitable heavyweight division. As the generation of boxing champions like Tyson and Holyfield are getting older, the new heavyweight champions are generally not very strong. Even if they have the ability to win in the domestic boxing world, If you become king and meet foreign opponents, you will soon be knocked back to your original shape, and there will be little value in investment and training.

If someone really appears in the current boxing world who has the ability to unify the heavyweight gold belts of the four major organizations, this person will undoubtedly have great commercial value.

If it is a handsome light-skinned boxer, the commercial value will be immeasurable.

One hundred million dollars is nothing.

But is this person Link?

Link is just a newcomer who debuted less than ten days ago, a newborn baby. Even if he is very strong, who can guarantee that he will always be strong?

The difference between promotion companies and those on Wall Street is that they invest in specific 'people'.

But when the object of investment is ‘people’, the variables are too great and the risks are too great.

Making an investment decision often requires great courage.

“From ancient times to the present, those who can eat the biggest piece of cake are often those who dare to take risks.

Mr. Dewar, although what I just said is a bit crazy, I will use my fists to prove that my words are not bragging.

And you are facing a choice: continue to be an audience and marvel at or regret my future achievements, or make a bet in advance and be my partner, and we will eat cake together. The choice is in your hands. "

Link picked up an orange and handed it to Franco Duva.

Franco Duva looked at the orange in his hand, remained silent, but two vertical lines squeezed out of his forehead.

Mario looked at Link stupidly. He could barely keep up with what he said before, but what Link said later was like the ramblings of a lunatic, which made him dizzy.

But what he didn't understand was that Mr. Franco Duva, a celebrity in the promotion industry, didn't slap Link's mouth when he heard those crazy words, but listened to them seriously? !

He didn't understand whether he was not normal or the world was crazy.

When the train arrived at Miami Station, Link woke up West who had fallen asleep again, took his luggage and prepared to get off the train.

"Mr. Link Baker, your statement is very interesting. We will seriously consider your proposal. Come on in the finals!"

Franco Duva stretched out his hand and said.

"Okay!"

Link smiled and shook hands.

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"Link is out!"

When Link and his group appeared at the train station, dozens of reporters from the media rushed towards him, including Miami Business TV, Miami Tribune, American Express, Beach Pictorial and other media.

The media, like fans, are groups that need to be constantly maintained and dealt with seriously.

Link's goal is to become a boxing superstar and a boxer with great commercial potential, which requires dealing with the media.

Although they are sometimes annoying and shameless, as long as they are dealt with properly, the positive effects they bring are definitely greater than the troubles they cause.

Link stayed in the square at the entrance of Miami Station for more than ten minutes, answering more than 20 questions about the game and personal life, fully satisfying the curiosity and writing needs of this group of reporters, and they generously let him go.

"Hey, Link, here!"

On the street across the station square, Fatty James rode a small motorcycle and waved to him happily.

Link said goodbye to West and the others, crossed the traffic, walked to the other side of the street, looked at the small mount under the fat man's buttocks, Honda Rebel, pointed his index finger and said: "I returned from the battlefield full of honor, and you used this little thing to welcome me?"

"What's wrong? What else can I use to pick you up? Are you afraid that there is not enough space? It's okay, I'll squeeze forward."

James said as he moved his butt forward, and the small motorcycle was pressed by him and squeaked and screamed, which was horrible.

Link covered his forehead. He just talked to others on the train about a big business worth hundreds of millions of dollars. He thought he was a big shot, but he had to ride a small motorcycle home after getting off the train. It felt like a dream.

Forget it, now there is no sports car, so I can only ride this for the time being, so don't despise it.

He stretched out his long legs and squeezed behind the small motorcycle. The small motorcycle suddenly sank down, squeak!

James started the car, and the small motorcycle rumbled with black smoke and merged into the busy traffic.

The photographers quickly raised their cameras and pressed the shutter button several times towards Link on the scooter.

Click! Click!

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