Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Mr. Thompson scolded angrily.

Ivanka recalled the few times she interacted with Link, his strong confidence, shrewd and steady, far superior to those exaggerated heirs of the high society.

"Dad, he’s an Olympic champion, a multimillionaire, if he’s willing to form a marriage alliance with our family, wouldn’t that be a good choice? Dad, don’t get agitated, I’m not saying I want to marry him, I’m talking about Tiffany, she’s sixteen this year, and Link is a very good candidate."

"That’s impossible, he’s just a beach boy, a descendant of a fisherman, our Thompson family absolutely cannot have such a son-in-law, otherwise, we’ll become a joke in high society."

Mr. Thompson said vehemently.

"But I think it’s a good idea to collaborate with him, Link said he started writing songs very early, ’Despacito’ is just one of them, he has many more good songs in his notes."

"Dad, just imagine, if he could keep creating songs like that, how much money would his record company make in the future? The Thompson’s need money, and if we go bankrupt, that would be an even bigger joke."

Ivanka said.

Mr. Thompson was silent for a few seconds across the phone, "He wrote so many good songs? I don’t believe it."

"Dad, Link said he never lies, even though he has bragged publicly countless times, he has never failed."

"He defeated Mikkel Kessler in 101 seconds."

"It was 100.65 seconds! Dad, let’s not argue about these trivial matters. Since Link is so confident, why don’t we try to believe him once? If it’s true, it could be a good investment."

After a hesitation, Mr. Thompson on the other end of the phone agreed.

However, he instructed Ivanka to be careful with Link, that kid had ulterior motives, unfathomable intentions, a toad lusting after swan meat, imagining a fisherman’s descendant could marry into a New York mansion, wishful thinking.

He reminded Ivanka to be cautious in her interactions with him, to take safety precautions, to prevent being controlled by him mentally or physically, and being forced into marriage, something Mr. Thompson said he had seen all too often.

After listening to Mr. Thompson’s nagging, Ivanka could not help but shake her head helplessly, her dad was good in all respects, but just too nagging.

Putting away her phone, she stretched her languid body, looked at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, the exquisite makeup, the tall and full figure, and a temperament far beyond that of the average person.

If she worked with Link, she was confident she could conquer him with her intelligence and appearance, rather than being controlled by him.

Link returned to the audience stands, just in time to see the people from the main event company leaving, Old Duvall, Nora Duvall and several others were there, but everyone looked rather grim.

"Link, where did you just go?"

Dino shouted.

"I met an acquaintance, had a chat."

Link greeted Old Duvall and Nora with a nod.

"Did you see the match between Evander and Valuev? From the points, Evander was in absolute advantage, but they gave a score of two losses and one draw, it must be that old bastard Bob Arum messing around."

Dino said angrily.

Link just listened without offering any comment.

Firstly, whoever won the WBA Heavyweight Golden Belt between the two had little effect on him.

Secondly, in the recent match, although Old Howard was very aggressive and hit Valuev more often, overall, he showed obvious signs of fatigue in the latter part of the match and didn’t show much advantage.

So, the result of the match being a win for Old Howard, a win for Valuev, or a draw, could all be accepted.

In a situation where the victory wasn’t clear-cut, what decided who would win wasn’t in their hands, but depended on the promoting companies behind them, whose networking resources were stronger, who paid more, who had a higher chance of winning.

Although the WBA association and other boxing organizations claim to remain neutral and ensure fair play, they are also profit organizations, and they too would use some unwritten rules to make money without violating regulations.

This is a normal phenomenon in the boxing world, and Old Duvall and the main event company were beneficiaries of these unwritten rules. However, as Old Duvall retired and the main event company declined, the benefits they provided to the major organizations reduced and their influence continuously waned.

In contrast, Top Promotion is the number one promotion company in boxing, Bob Arum still controls the company’s authority and can provide more benefits to the major organizations, so their boxers naturally receive extra care.

This match was less of Old Howard losing to Valuev and more of the main event company losing to Top Promotion.

"Shut up! Let’s go!"

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Old Duvall glared at Dino, nodded at Link, and led the way forward.

Just around the corner, a group of people came towards them, led by a man with a hooked nose, heavy under-eye bags, and somewhat bald on top. Bob Arum, dressed in a black wool suit, holding a cigar in his hand, and looking quite distinguished, was none other than the Bob Arum that Dino had just cursed.

Alongside him were Greg Cohen, Dmitry Salita, and about seven or eight other promoters and boxers.

"Haha, Louis, I heard you were hospitalized last week, I was planning to visit you in the hospital after the match, it’s good to see you here," Bob Arum greeted Old Duvall warmly.

Old Duvall shook his hand without emotion and thanked him.

Bob Arum laughed, "Louis, Evander didn’t do too badly in this match, it’s a pity he’s too old. If he were ten years younger, it would have been hard for Valuev to win."

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