Conquer America, Start with a Boxing Champion
Chapter 85: First Arrival in New York
Boom!
In the morning, the weather was gloomy on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, New York, and many high-rise buildings were shrouded in gloomy clouds, like Gotham City in the Batman movie.
Cars on the road caught up from behind, bringing gusts of cool breeze and a few yellow leaves.
Link wore a red Nike sports sweatshirt and green leggings and went for a morning jog along Fifth Avenue outside Central Park. When he ran from the Museum District in New York City to the Waldorf Astoria Apartments, it suddenly started to rain. This is the third rain since he came to New York.
At first it was just a drizzle, but before he could run three hundred meters, the rain suddenly became heavier and mist filled the air.
Link quickened his pace and rushed under a bus stop sign, using the awning extending in front of the stop sign to block the heavy rain falling from the sky.
Because I often live in Miami, there are more sunny days all year round. Even if it rains, it is stormy. It comes at night and during the day. It rarely rains like New York. After the rain, the roads are wet and the air becomes wet. The cool and damp weather made Link miss the sunny Miami.
"Are you Link Baker? Olympic champion Mr. Link Baker?"
Link put his pockets in his pockets and looked at the sky outside the awning when he heard someone talking next to him. It was the homeless man lying on the bench.
He was wearing dirty clothes, his beard was messy, he smelled bad, and there was a worn travel backpack on the ground.
Link has no prejudice against such people, because he once had a worse life than them. At least after they went bankrupt, they could still lie leisurely on a bench outside Central Park and watch the rain and listen to the wind. He couldn't do it. arrive.
"Yes, I am Link, sir, do you know me?"
Link remembered that he still had a lollipop in his pocket, so he took it out and handed one to the homeless man.
"Haha, I see you every day, how could I not recognize you?"
The homeless man laughed and pointed at the scrolling advertisement on the bus stop sign.
Link looked back and saw that it was an advertisement for Tide laundry detergent that he had shot in Los Angeles not long ago. Although he didn't know why Procter \u0026 Gamble would find a boxer as a spokesperson, the other party's offer was 600,000 US dollars for two years, so Link naturally wouldn't reject.
After the Olympics, the brand shot advertisements all night long. Within five days, the advertisements endorsed by him were put on TV, and even the bus stop signs were not spared.
In the advertisement, he is wearing a navy blue sweater and white casual trousers. Next to him is a bucket of blue-packaged Tide laundry detergent. The slogan of the advertisement is "Champion Laundry Detergent, Super Decontamination Power".
Link looked at his face. It was fair and clean, with no greasiness at all. He suddenly understood why Tide asked him to be its spokesperson.
"Mr. Baker, why are you in New York? I heard that you are from Miami."
said Mr. Tramp.
"Yes!"
Link held a citrus-flavored lollipop in his mouth and said, "Do you know about the WBA super middleweight gold belt competition? I'm here to compete."
"Oh, I watched that episode of "Follow the Champions Boxing". Man, I have to say that your fists are very powerful, even more powerful than Tyson. You will definitely become the world boxing champion in the future."
"Thanks!"
Link smiled and bumped his fists with the other party.
The M86 bus broke through the rain and stopped in front of the bus stop. Link waved to Mr. Tramp, ran into the car, and took the slow bus back to the Yorkville Apartments on East 80th Street, which is adjacent to the Museum of the City of New York. and the wealthy residential area of Central Park.
This apartment was arranged for him by Franco. It has two bedrooms, four bathrooms, a large terrace, and a gym. The decoration is relatively luxurious. According to the housing prices in this area, the price of this apartment is more than three million US dollars.
There is also a silver-gray Mercedes-Benz S-Class in the garage downstairs of the apartment as his mobility vehicle.
These are all Franco's apologies to him.
According to the original agreement, Franco will move the Dynasty Promotion Headquarters to Miami within the year. However, the Dynasty Company is currently short of internal funds. It will require a lot of money to establish a new headquarters, training ground, medical and physical therapy center, and build new channels.
After a meeting and discussion, everyone decided to put the headquarters in New York first, and set up a branch in Miami. When we have money in the future, we can slowly move there.
Link had no objection to this.
As a boxer, as long as there are competitions and you can make money, it doesn't matter where you fight. In addition, if you want to make a name for yourself in the United States, you can't just stay in Miami, you have to try your luck in other places.
New York is one of the birthplaces of boxing in the United States and is also the headquarters of boxing organizations such as WBA-WBC-IBF. Boxing matches held here have many audiences and a larger and broader market.
However, he and Franco discussed that if he reached the finals in the WBA gold belt competition, it would be best to hold the final in Miami, because he has more boxing fans in Miami, both in terms of influence and economic benefits. It is undoubtedly more appropriate to place it in Miami, and Franco also agrees with his opinion.
When I returned to the Yorkville Apartment on 80th Street, I just walked into the lobby on the first floor and saw a girl with wet hair sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a cream sweatshirt and blue jeans, holding her calves with her hands and her forehead on her knees. Her long golden brown hair spread to both sides, covering her cheeks.
Hearing the footsteps, the girl looked up and revealed a pair of blue fox eyes and a beautiful face. It was Taylor Swift.
"Hey~ Link, why did you come back?"
Taylor asked as she jumped off the couch and rushed to his side.
"Tyler, why are you here?"
Link touched the other party's shoulder that had been soaked by the rain. Like his own, it also felt wet. He asked Taylor about her purpose and took her into the elevator.
"I came here to record an album. I came here yesterday afternoon. I asked for your address a few days ago. I took a taxi and came here as soon as I got up in the morning. I didn't get through when I called you."
Taylor said, holding his warm palm.
"I didn't bring my cell phone with me when I ran in Central Park in the morning. Remember to say hello in advance next time I come. In addition to my morning run every day, I spend most of my time at the training ground for major events in Queens, so I don't bring my cell phone with me."
"I know, how long will you stay in New York this time?"
Tyler asked, leaning against him.
"It should take a month or two, or more."
"marvelous!"
Taylor clapped his hands excitedly, raised his face and smiled at him, "I will stay here for two weeks or more, and we can see each other often in the future."
"Sounds good."
Link took Taylor back to the apartment and saw that her clothes were a little damp, so he found her a white long-sleeved T-shirt and cropped pants. She was 180cm tall, so they wouldn't look too long.
"Link, do you want to come together?"
Taylor stood in front of the bathroom, turning back and blinking at him, with a hint of unnatural coquettishness on her reddish cheeks.
Link smiled softly and pushed her into the bathroom.
Then he went to the kitchen to make a shrimp and seafood pasta and a broccoli and beef chowder. As soon as the rice was put on the table, Taylor wiped his long hair and came out of the bathroom with mist.
Wearing his long T-shirt and pure cotton trousers, her figure was a bit thin, but her rosy face, fair skin, and beautiful smile added a bit of charm and youthful vitality to her.
"Link, am I a sexy girl?"
Tyler asked, wiping his hair.
"Why do you ask?"
Link gave her a confused look.
"Don't ask why, just talk about how you feel."
Taylor deliberately pulled up the hem of his T-shirt, revealing a fair belly and slender waist, which made him look a little sexy.
Link smiled softly. The nineteen-year-old Taylor still took the innocent route. He was not sexy in terms of figure or temperament, but for girls, sexiness was very important. He praised him and said: "You are not only sexy, you are also a very good person." Hot girls.”
"Really? Then I invited you into the bathroom just now, why didn't you dare to come?"
Tyler asked, staring at him from the seat next to him.
"I'm not afraid to come, but are you sure you want to do that kind of thing in the morning?"
"Okay! I just tested you to see if you are a horny guy. Very good, you passed the test."
Taylor patted him on the shoulder, smiled slightly, drank the chowder he made with a spoon, and repeatedly praised the food he cooked. It was better than the food cooked by her mother who didn't know how to do housework and only made trouble. hundred times.
Link picked up the pasta with his fork and asked, "Did you tell your mother before you came here? If you forget, just call and don't worry her."
"I told her. I said I would come to you and asked her not to bother me before twelve o'clock. She has been doing well recently. I have been out for so long and she didn't make a single call."
Taylor put the phone on the table, clicked on the screen and said.
Link nodded and said nothing more. Regarding Mrs. Andrea, Link knew that she did not approve of his relationship with Taylor, and he also roughly knew the reason, so he never actively harassed Taylor in the past, not wanting to cause trouble to each other.
However, since the Olympics, Mrs. Andrea's attitude towards herself seems to have changed. The last time she called Taylor, she was picked up by Mrs. Andrea again. Her tone was much calmer and no longer the same as before. So cold and distant.
Link is satisfied with the other party's change. If he had ignored the other party's attitude and stuck to Taylor, he would have been strongly rejected by the other party. But now that he has proven his strength and ability through fists, there is no need to say anything more. .
The opponent's transformation is also one of the gains from the Olympics.
"what are you laughing at?"
Taylor held the spoon and asked pretending to be angry, "Are you laughing at me for being greedy?"
"Of course not. I'm glad that you like to eat the soup I made. By the way, what songs did you come to New York to record, the new album?"
Link asked, changing the subject.
"No, it's a charity song, a song about dreams. It's just that I don't like the songs that the company accepted. I want to write my own, but I have no inspiration. Link, you are the world champion and the representative of the American dream. Can you give me a song? How about I tell you your stories and feelings, and I want to find some inspiration from you?”
Taylor held up her cheeks and asked with a smile.
"Of course, but let's eat first."
Link said, pointing to the toast on the plate.
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