Chapter 03 : She is so terrible.

The sun came out and there were a few people walking on the beach.

Fat James came over from the seaside avenue on his scooter. He saw the two men sitting together eating breakfast and was so surprised that he almost fell off his scooter.

Link didn't explain much. He put away the plates and hung the diving equipment that had been cleaned yesterday back in the cupboard. The torn diving suit also had to be sent back to the factory for repair, which was another expense.

After breakfast, Taylor sat under the parasol, staring at the sea in the distance in a daze. Occasionally, she came to her senses, drew a tune on the guitar with her fingers, and wrote it down on the manuscript paper.

"Link!"

James bumped his shoulder with his arm, looked at Taylor Swift at the door, and whispered, "You know, she's a famous singer. I saw her poster at Bar Street yesterday, saying she'll be at the Beach Festival at Hard Rock Stadium this month. Tim McGraw and Faith Hill are also on the poster. They're all big stars."

"I saw that, too."

Link shrugged his shoulders. The Miami Beach Music Festival was very large in scale and had a wide range of publicity. Recently, related posters could be seen on the streets of Palm Beach.

"Link, I looked up her information online. She has released an album and almost won the Grammy Award for Best New Artist this year. The news said that she is a very talented singer-songwriter with great potential. She will become a big star like Faith in the future."

"I think so."

Link nodded his chin and said, Taylor will not only become a big star, but also the brightest star in the world music scene, a billionaire, a model of fair, rich and beautiful women, and a very successful woman.

Fatty James looked at him with sympathy, patted his shoulder and said, "Link, she is a big star, and we are just ordinary people. Your meeting is destined to be a tragedy. You must be mentally prepared. Don't be too sad if you are dumped in the future."

"No, I'm not an ordinary person."

Link threw the rag into the fat man's arms and walked under the parasol with two bottles of water.

"Drink water!"

"Thanks!"

Taylor put down the guitar and tilted his head to look at him, "Can you play the guitar?"

"No! I have never learned a musical instrument."

Link looked at his hands. Apart from mining, pushing carts, taking beatings and hitting people, these hands had no other skills. Looking at Taylor's white and slender fingers, he couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself.

"I'll teach you how to play the guitar. It's very simple."

Taylor didn't wait for him to refuse. He sat next to him with great interest, put the guitar in his arms, held his fingers, and explained to him the tone of each string, the high and low ranges, and how the fingers should coordinate.

But she was soon disappointed. Not only did Link have a poor sense of music, he also didn't understand any music theory. His fingers were like steel bars and could not be moved even if he tried hard.

After half an hour of teaching, Link couldn't even distinguish the simplest high and low notes, and Taylor was almost mad.

"Why are your fingers so stiff? Can't you relax a little?"

"Seriously, can you stop shaking your legs?"

"Wrong, press the second string, that's the bass, how stupid."

Taylor covered his forehead and lay on the beach chair, looking hopeless.

James stood behind the counter, laughing.

"Forget it, my fingers are too stiff to play guitar."

Link waved his hand and smiled.

He has a low level of education and aesthetic taste. He used to listen to some exciting songs when practicing boxing, but he does not understand music theory and has never touched a musical instrument. It is more difficult to ask him to play the guitar than to ask him to compete for the boxing champion's gold belt.

Taylor found his embarrassed face very interesting, and said with a smile: "How can you give up when you encounter a little difficulty? If you can't learn it, you can learn it slowly. If you give up, you will never learn it. Come on, let's continue. Don't worry, I will control my emotions this time and will never lose my temper with you."

Link had no choice but to continue practicing. Even though Taylor had promised not to lose her temper, after only three or four minutes of teaching, her temper flared up again. She waved her fists in front of his eyes and almost hit him in the face several times.

Link was sweating profusely while practicing, and the fat man was laughing so hard that he was bent over.

Fortunately, the store had some business and some customers needed a diver to act as a guide to tour the coral reefs under the sea.

Link breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to put down his hot guitar, letting Taylor Swift continue to create. He took the guests diving first and would come back to practice later.

"Haha, Link, I told you before, she is a very difficult girl, very difficult. I experienced it yesterday."

Fatty James came over and laughed with glee.

Link brought diving equipment, started the speedboat at the dock, and took the guests for a swim in the sea to visit nearby coral reefs and shipwreck sites.

The two guests had a blast and gave an extra $100 tip afterwards.

When Link came back, Taylor had already left. James said that Taylor's mother drove to pick her up and she went back first. However, Taylor said she would come again tomorrow and she felt it was great to create by the sea.

There were not many customers in the store in the afternoon, so Link had a barbecue meal at the Mexican restaurant next door, took a nap, and started practicing boxing.

In his previous life, he was born with poor physical condition, malnutrition, only 171 cm tall, and had a small frame, which resulted in insufficient physical energy and explosive power.

In a boxing match, one can only rely on tenacious will, flexible speed, and super strong resistance to blows to consume the opponent's strength.

He can achieve good results in the middleweight and welterweight classes, but when he reaches the light heavyweight class, it will be very difficult to fight against tall and strong opponents.

After the time travel, his physical fitness was comparable to that of top athletes.

Height 186 cm, wingspan 192 cm, weight 78.7 kg, clean and jerk 132 kg, snatch 141 kg.

Moreover, during this month's training, his strength, speed and reaction ability are still slowly increasing, and his body is becoming stronger and stronger.

Link decided to continue training to see how great his potential was.

"Link, we should pay the management fee."

As he worked out, Fatty James munched on a hot dog and said, "This month's water and electricity bills, sanitation fees, public service fees, dock fees, venue fees, etc., totaled $8,700, and our monthly income was $14,540."

"That sounds pretty good."

Link hung his legs upside down on the iron rack and did sit-ups to strengthen his abdominal muscles and waist.

"Not bad? How do you know that it's not bad? I haven't calculated the equipment repair and wear and tear expenses. With these two items, the net income this month is less than 3,000. If we also pay our own salaries, the loss this month will be tens of thousands. Do you know that?"

"Don't worry, it's good that you didn't lose money."

Link said, panting.

"But this won't work. After October, fewer people will come to dive, and business will be even worse. Link, what do you think about selling hot dogs as well?"

"You can make hot dogs? I remember dive shops weren't allowed to sell food."

"How about selling bikinis? Hey, bikinis are also a kind of diving equipment."

James held his double chin, imagining the scene of the store being packed with bikini girls, and couldn't help but burst into strange laughter.

"Don't think about it. Just run the diving shop well first, and you can make money slowly."

Link hung upside down on the iron frame and continued doing sit-ups, preparing to develop the eight-pack abs he had in his previous life.

(End of this chapter)