Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Link Baker!"

It was past eleven at night, and the Grammy ceremony had just ended.

In the parking lot of the Staples Center, as Link was opening his car door to get in, he heard someone shouting behind him.

He stopped at the rear door of the van and looked back to see a dense crowd, including 50 Cent, Lil Wayne, Kanye, Drake, Jay-Z, Beyonce, Rihanna, Chris Brown, Eminem, Justin Bieber, Usher, and about twenty to thirty others.

Link actually envied them for being able to make music together, drink together, and always have a group of people around no matter what.

"Link, we’ll not just defeat you at the Grammys, we’ll also beat you in the album charts this March and April. Just you wait and see!"

50 Cent shouted.

"Nobody can defeat me, whether in boxing or music. If you dare challenge me, all you’ll face is yet another failure."

Link said with a faint smile, waved at Eminem, and turned to get into his car.

50 Cent said angrily.

"Are you sure?"

Eminem took out his phone from his pocket, dialed 911 and said, "Hello, is this the Los Angeles city police station? I want to report that famous rapper 50 Cent is planning an assassination... "

"Fuck you, Crabtree!"

50 Cent thought he was just pretending, but when he saw the call went through, he quickly pounced over, snatched the phone away, hung up, and glared at Eminem, saying,

"Damn it, I was joking—did you really call the cops?"

Eminem shrugged, took his phone back, and said, "I’m a law-abiding citizen. I can’t just stand by when a crime is about to happen, or else I’d be your accomplice in crime."

"Fuck! Em, you rat, you must be a spy Link planted in our camp."

50 Cent cursed.

Eminem shrugged nonchalantly. As a white rapper closely linked with East Coast rap groups, he wasn’t bothered by what 50 Cent said.

"Shut up! Don’t talk about Em like that."

Beyonce, adjusting her coffee-colored coat, gave 50 Cent a sidelong glance.

"Em’s right. With Link, just killing him physically isn’t the right way. It’s better to defeat him where he prides himself most—like in boxing or music. Defeat him, see him lying on the ground crying, apologizing, begging for mercy. We won’t let him off, we will keep holding on to him, keep torturing him, punish him severely. Don’t you think that would feel much more satisfying?"

Beyonce clenched her fists, bit her plump lower lip, her face cold, her eyes flashing with a touch of mad relish.

"Beyonce is right!"

Kanye, Lil Wayne, and Drake nodded in agreement.

"My dear, I’m so glad you said that."

Jay-Z wrapped his arms around Beyonce’s waist and praised her.

"Hey, are you serious, Beyonce?"

Eminem looked at her in surprise and said, "You want Link lying on the ground crying, begging for mercy? How could that happen? That’s Link Baker, the world boxing champion, the strongest man in the world."

"It’s a metaphor."

Beyonce glanced at him, resting her hand on Rihanna’s shoulder and said, "Em, I know you feel some fondness, even admiration for Link, but he’s now our rival, our enemy. I hope you can join us on the same front against him."

"What if I don’t agree?"

Eminem frowned and asked.

"You’re still our friend."

Beyonce said lightly.

"Alright, I understand. Goodbye!"

Eminem turned and walked away, cursing ’fuck’ a few times in the distance, then drove off with a roar.

"Dear, you shouldn’t have said that, Em is our friend."

Jay-Z said, frowning.

Beyonce shook her head, "Regardless, Em is white. He is on good terms with Link. If we want to defeat Link, we need to be fully united. With Em in the middle, many things are difficult to discuss. Moreover, competing with Link puts Em in a difficult position. This is better now."

"Beyonce, you are right."

50 Cent said loudly, "I was just joking about taking out Link, and Em was about to call the cops. He’d definitely snitch if we talked about other stuff."

The other Black members nodded, agreeing with 50 Cent’s statement.

Jay-Z thought about it and felt it wasn’t too bad.

"Don’t worry. After we defeat Link, I’ll personally apologize to Em. He’ll understand."

Beyonce said softly.

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Jay-Z looked at her blushing face, wrapping his arms around her and said, "My dear, I think you look even more beautiful."

"Hey, Jess, we’re all here, can you not be like that?"

"If you want to show affection, go home, we don’t want to eat dog food."

Kanye, Lil, and others loudly joked around, filling the scene with a joyful atmosphere.

Beyonce took the opportunity to laugh and push away Jay-Z’s arm, brushed away the curls by her ear, and looked up to see Link’s business van slowly disappearing into the charming night of Los Angeles.

"What did you say?!"

In the moving business van, Link looked at Graham in surprise. Graham had caught up to him after the party had ended, saying there was an urgent matter to discuss.

Graham told him that around January, eight production assistants and sound engineers had left Link Music one after another.

Considering Link Music was established less than a year and a half ago and had only 28 musicians under its wing, the departure of eight was a severe blow and could even cripple the functioning of the recording studio.

"Why are you only telling me now? Okay, I understand, I was on tour before, too busy, you didn’t want to distract me."

"That’s not the reason."

Graham adjusted his glasses and said, "Link, it’s mainly because this matter wasn’t that significant before. There was no need to tell you earlier. Now, I’m reporting it to you as part of my job."

"Not significant? One-third of our studio staff was poached, isn’t that significant?"

Link looked at him doubtfully and, seeing Graham’s forehead was greasy, took out a wet wipe and handed it to him to wipe it off.

Graham thanked him and continued while wiping his sweat, "At the end of 2008, our company was just starting and was quite short-staffed, the people we hired were very mediocre. They were barely adequate for producing your albums alone, but now with more people, jobs have increased, and the less efficient staff couldn’t keep up.

Mandy and I had discussed hiring new people at the beginning of the year.

Now that Link Music has become a first-class music label, many outstanding musicians are sending their resumes, hoping to join us. We are not short of people.

After they left, we recruited more than ten more capable musicians, so there was almost no impact."

Link moved his lips slightly, it seemed there really wasn’t a negative impact, on the contrary, there were benefits. Should he thank those who had poached his staff?

"But we can’t be complacent. If someone is poaching our staff, it means they are out to get us. Have you found out who was behind it?"

"Preliminary investigations link it to SB Projects, Justin’s management company, and Epic Records, which has collaborations with Jay-Z, Kanye, and others. We suspect they’re making these moves in advance, trying to ruin Link Music.

However, Ivanka thinks this matter is also connected with Atlantic Records, and maybe even the major record companies. Link Music is now the hen that lays golden eggs, and many want to take us over," Graham said slowly.

Link nodded, feeling somewhat helpless.

After becoming a billionaire, he really didn’t want to get into conflicts, hoping more for peaceful profits. But as things got bigger, the stakes attached to him grew as well. Often, many things were beyond his control.

Graham also told him that recently many people had been inquiring about his third album’s demos. Someone had spent a million US dollars in the black market trying to buy his third album’s tapes, hoping to ruin the album that way.

Link frowned. Although 50 Cent had only today challenged him to top the charts, his competitors had already made early moves. The situation was more serious than he had anticipated, and the competition within the music industry was fiercer than imagined.

"Link, there’s something else."

Graham took his phone, opened the player, and Justin’s singing voice came from the speaker, that disgustingly repetitive song "Baby."

"Graham, do you like this kind of music?"

Link dug at his ear, looking at him strangely, hard to agree with his taste.

Graham returned an even stranger look.

"Link, doesn’t this song sound familiar to you?"

"Familiar?"

"Don’t you remember? At the end of 2008, you wrote more than a dozen songs and asked me to review them. One of them was highly similar to this one. I read it once, thought it was rubbish, not suitable for you, so I scrapped it."

"What?!"

"I suspect there is a mole who plagiarized this song and sold it to Justin’s management behind his back. I thought you had figured it out, pondering tactics against Justin, but you seem to have forgotten," Graham said, surprised.

Link touched his forehead, somewhat recalling.

At the end of 2008, when he and Mandy first went to the music studio to record, he indeed had brought several song demos and asked Graham to pick the suitable ones for his first album. Among them were two of Justin’s songs, "Never Say Never" and "Baby."

Due to the first album being motivational, Graham felt "Never Say Never" was barely suitable, so he had scrapped "Baby."

Although scrapped, the score for "Baby" was still in Link Music’s music library.

Now Graham believed that one of Justin’s team of producers had plagiarized this song.

Link asked him what to do about this situation.

Graham said he had already reported it to Ivanka, and Ivanka decided to wait and see, to speak after Justin’s album was released.

Graham had come to find Link because Link had never mentioned this issue, and he wanted to know if Link had any plans, to avoid any conflict, but it turned out Link had completely forgotten about it.

Link nodded and did not say anything more.

The van drove into the city, dropped Graham off, and then started slowly again, entering Santa Monica Boulevard, merging as a neon spot into the never-sleeping city.

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