Chapter 104: Miss Trump

After returning from the sea and sending off the boxing fans disguised as tourists, Link opened his phone and received a congratulatory message from China, along with two missed calls.

The name on the caller ID was Crystal Liu, the Chinese actress he met on the plane when he went to the Olympics.

Link sat back in his beach chair and called back. He heard a sleepy voice on the other end, "Link, do you know what time it is in Beijing?"

"About eleven o'clock, are you asleep?"

"Of course, who doesn't sleep at eleven at night? Do you think I'm a night owl?"

"Okay, should I call you tomorrow?" Link laughed.

"No, you already woke me up." The girl on the phone yawned. "What's up with your late-night call?"

"I want to learn Chinese from you."

"Learn Chinese in the middle of the night? Ugh, you must be doing this on purpose. Oh, I remember now, I called you before I went to bed. I was watching TV tonight, and the evening news said that Olympic champion Link won the WBA world championship gold belt, becoming the youngest world champion in boxing history. You're amazing, congratulations, Link!" The girl said in a clear voice.

"Thank you! It's just a belt." Link said modestly.

"So humble! I just checked, the world champion gold belt is very rare, and the WBA gold belt is the most valuable. You became the world champion at only 20 years old, you're amazing. When I saw you, you were so gentlemanly, I didn't expect you to be so good at fighting." The girl said happily on the phone.

Link smiled. He had met Crystal Liu on a flight back to Beijing when she was in the US promoting "The Forbidden Kingdom." Link had initiated a conversation, and they became acquainted.

"Crystal, what have you been up to lately? When are you coming to the US? I'll take you diving."

"I don't know when I'll be able to come, but it probably won't be too long. I've been having some trouble at work lately, and I might come to Hollywood to develop my career."

The girl yawned and told him about some of her work issues. The production company of "The Forbidden Kingdom" wanted to sign her, but she didn't want to, and there was some conflict between them. They even threatened to blacklist her.

"Come to Hollywood, there are many opportunities here. I forgot to tell you, I'm also an actor."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course."

Link told her about his experiences filming on set.

In the middle of their conversation, a voice came from the other end of the phone, "Feifei, why aren't you asleep yet? Who are you talking to in the middle of the night?" Crystal Liu heard the voice and quickly said to Link, "My mom is here, let's talk tomorrow."

Link said goodnight and hung up the phone.

"Link, don't just sit there, come and help."

Daniel shouted to him from the middle of the beach. Michael and Sales were there too.

They had found some firewood from somewhere and piled it in a sandpit. There were four barbecue grills around it, along with several folding tables with lots of drinks and fruit on them.

Michael had even brought out the shop's full sound system, and the beach was filled with the sound of noisy Spanish music.

"What are you doing?"

"Having a party, didn't James tell you?" Michael shouted, lowering the volume of the music.

"What party?"

"To celebrate you winning the gold belt, of course! You're the world champion, shouldn't we have a party to celebrate?"

The others stopped and looked at him, asking.

"Wasn't the party at the Hilton Hotel the day before yesterday a celebration?"

"No, that was just your company's cocktail party, not a real party. A party on the beach is a real party for us."

Daniel laughed.

"Alright then!"

Link didn't bother anymore and let them set up on the beach. Soon, over a hundred people came, mostly neighbors from around the area. Everyone brought food and drinks, dressed in shorts, bikinis, and had a barbecue party on the beach.

In the afternoon, there were even more people on the beach, about three or four hundred. The party scene extended from the public pier to Baker's shop. Link didn't hold back and bought dozens of cases of beer and drinks, even contributing his yacht for everyone to enjoy.

In the middle of the party, Mario and Reggie somehow got the news and drove over to join the party.

A group of people listened to music, drank, danced, and played in the water on the beach, making the scene very lively.

Only Link remained sitting in his beach chair, holding a glass of champagne and watching everyone have fun.

"Hey, Link, are you having a party here?" Simon, his assistant, came down from the sandbar, followed by a tall woman.

The woman had long blonde hair and was wearing a creamy white Chanel suit with white high heels. She had a curvy figure, and her walk was elegant. A delicate diamond watch adorned her wrist, sparkling in the sunlight.

Compared to the crowd on the beach, her attire was too refined, and her temperament was too outstanding, making her stand out like a crane among chickens.

Link stood up to greet them.

"Link, let me introduce you."

Simon came over and pointed to the woman beside him. "This is Miss Trump, the vice president of Trump International."

Simon leaned in and whispered, "Trump International has raised the prize money for the match to 10 million dollars, which is higher than the other competitors' offers. Tyson has agreed, and after discussing it, we're also inclined to accept. Now it's up to you. Ivanka said she wants to come and talk to you personally."

Link smiled slightly and extended his hand to Miss Ivanka. "Miss Ivanka, welcome to Baker's shop."

As Ivanka walked over, her eyes were fixed on him. She shook his hand and smiled. "Mr. Link Baker, you really did become a champion. Your confidence back then was surprising."

Link laughed. "Thank you! I told you I would become a world champion, and of course, I had to keep my word."

Ivanka blinked, her red lips curving into a slight smile. "So my contribution to your gold belt?"

"That's right, you inspired me. Please allow me to thank you in person."

Link picked up a glass of champagne and handed it to her with a smile.

"You're welcome!"

Ivanka smiled slightly and brushed her blonde hair from her cheek.

Simon, standing next to them, saw how familiar they were chatting and suddenly felt a bit redundant. He simply said hello, grabbed a beer, and ran off to dance.

Link invited Ivanka to sit in the beach chair next to him. Ivanka smoothed her skirt as she sat down, her legs crossed, her figure even more alluring because of her posture. A scent of expensive perfume wafted from her.

"Link, I heard you're now the vice president of Dynasty Promotions?" Ivanka asked, turning her head to look at his profile.

She was curious and interested in this 20-year-old who, without the help of his parents and relying solely on his fists, had gone from beach boy to multimillionaire world champion.

Although she had met many young and successful people in high society, it seemed no one was as outstanding as Link.

Link chuckled. The title of vice president was given to him by Franco, who said he wanted Link to help manage the company, but in reality, he rarely went to the company.

"Yes, so what should we, the two vice presidents, talk about?"

Amused by his words, Ivanka smiled slightly and took out a document, placing it on the table. "Link, you're currently one of the most popular boxers, and although Tyson's popularity has declined, no one in America can match his fame. The match between the two of you is destined to be the most eye-catching event in the boxing world. We at Trump International are very optimistic about this match and have the ability to make it a grand event. Take a look at our plan."

Link opened the proposal Ivanka handed him and looked it over. Trump International had obviously done a lot of work, as the thick stack of documents was quite substantial.

Link glanced through it briefly. With his current level of knowledge, he couldn't find any problems, so he wouldn't nitpick.

"Miss Ivanka, I have a question. Trump International has never promoted a boxing event before, why are you interested in boxing this time?"

Organizing boxing matches is also a form of boxing promotion because, to make a profit, you need to expand publicity and attract more audience attention.

Trump International had never ventured into this field, so Link asked this question.

Ivanka calmly replied, "Our Trump Organization has co-organized several Miss America pageants with NBC and has several casino hotels in Las Vegas and Atlantic City, hosting many boxing matches. But previously, we were collaborators with boxing promotion companies, and now we're stepping forward as the organizer. We don't lack relevant experience."

Link remembered that the Trump family had a vast business empire, with large hotels and casinos in Las Vegas, Atlantic City, New York, Los Angeles, Miami, and other places. Those places had indeed hosted boxing matches, but they were landlords before, and now they were also opening shops to do business.

Link also recalled a recent report in the "Business Daily" stating that Mr. Trump's net worth had shrunk significantly due to the real estate bubble and the financial crisis, from 2.5 billion dollars as announced by Forbes last year to around 1.8 billion dollars. Trump International's Trump Entertainment and Atlantic City casinos were losing hundreds of millions of dollars and were on the verge of bankruptcy.

Perhaps their sudden interest in hosting boxing matches was related to this.

"Sounds good!"

"So, shall we cooperate?" Ivanka extended her slender hand with a smile.

"Let's cooperate!"

Link shook her hand.

(End of Chapter)