Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 287: Chris Liu’s Phone Call (2)

"There’s one in the United States too, called ’Ghost,’ starring Demi Moore."

"It’s different; our story is more exciting."

"Alright, is filming tough? Have you ever thought about retiring and starting your own film company, becoming the boss?"

Link texted.

"Of course it’s tough! Starting a film company? That takes a lot of money, hmph, you think everyone’s like you, a millionaire!"

"I read it in the newspaper, they said you earned over a hundred million US Dollars just from boxing competitions last year, and another hundred million from singing, with a net worth of three to four hundred million US Dollars, which is more than twenty billion in Huaxia currency, it’s unbelievable. I still rember the year before last when you ca to Capital City for a competition, you were too stingy to spend money on food, eating bread every day, then in the blink of an eye, you beca a billionaire; how did you do it?"

Chris Liu sent two consecutive ssages.

Link couldn’t help but want to laugh upon reading them. During the 2008 Olympics, he competed in the middleweight division, and to control his weight, he was careful with his diet, eating bread without any at or fish.

Chris Liu thought he was poor, so she invited him to two als.

"That’s the Arican dream. When are you coming to the States? I said before that I would take you diving, but you never ca."

"You have a girlfriend; aren’t you worried about stirring up rumors by taking diving?"

"I’m not worried; I have so many rumors about , one more won’t make a difference."

"Yes, I’ve seen the news, apart from your official girlfriend Taylor, you’re rumored to have more than ten girlfriends; I didn’t expect you to be a playboy."

"Hey, those are rumors, fake news, okay? Please don’t bring my character into this."

Link retorted.

"Fine, I’ll reserve judgnt for now. When is your concert in Huaxia? I’ll co and support you."

"Around May or June."

Link replied with a light smile and continued writing, "I heard you’re also a singer and have released albums. How about coming to my concert as a guest artist?"

"Ah? ? No way, my singing is just average, I’ll ruin your concert."

"Hey, Chris, have so confidence. You’re beautiful, and you have a sweet voice; I’m sure your singing isn’t bad. That settles it, co to my concert as a supporting guest artist. We’ll perform together, and it will be great. Later, I’ll have Universal Records send an invitation to your agency, so rember to sign the invitation letter."

"Are you serious? This is so sudden, I’m not prepared at all."

"I’ve had this idea for a while, but since the concert is still a while away, I hadn’t ntioned it to you. Saying it now is the sa; you have four to five months, plenty of ti to prepare. So girl, get ready to take the stage with ."

Link chuckled.

"Don’t I even have the right to refuse? You’re too domineering. Fine, I’ll tentatively agree to be a guest at your concert, but if the performance bombs, don’t bla ; you asked for it."

Chris Liu said begrudgingly.

Link smiled gently, thinking she must be quite adorable at this mont, and then he made a call to her.

After two rings, Chris Liu’s sowhat nervous voice ca through the line, first in Mandarin:

"Why are you calling at this hour?"

Then switching to English, "Oh no, my mom is going to hear."

"You’re grown up and still sleep with your mom?"

"Of course not. We are on an outdoor film shoot. My mother is my agent; it’s safer to sleep in the sa suite."

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While speaking, the voice of Ms. Liu could be heard through the phone, "Feifei, who are you talking to so late? Go to sleep, we have an early shoot tomorrow."

"Link, I’m going to sleep! Talk to you tomorrow."

Chris Liu whispered before hastily hanging up the phone.

"Alright, good night!"

Link sent a text.

Chris Liu replied with a ’good night,’ but after five or six minutes, she sent another ssage.

"I can’t sleep now, all your fault!"

Link smiled lightly, took a selfie with his handso face, and another photo of the sunny jetty and the blue Pacific Ocean outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and sent them both to Chris Liu.

"Wow, so beautiful!"

"Thank you for the complint. I really do look quite good!"

"I was talking about the jetty; okay, you’re also a handso guy, too bad you’re a playboy. I’m not talking anymore, I really have to sleep now."

"Are you asleep yet?"

A few minutes later, Link asked.

"No! I’m totally sleepless now, all your fault. Next ti you co to Huaxia, I’ll definitely take you to eat the spiciest hotpot, I swear!"

Chris Liu said irritably.

Link’s lips curled up, seeing a guitar hanging behind the counter of the café, he sent a ssage saying he could provide so lullaby music and asked if she wanted to hear it.

Chris Liu texted asking what it was.

Link made a call, and upon connecting, he held the guitar, sang softly into the phone:

Soft kitty, warm kitty

Little ball of fur

Happy kitty, sleepy kitty

Purr, purr, purr

At first, Chris Liu was giggling under her blanket while listening to his singing, but after five or six minutes, the noise ceased.

Link put away the guitar and saw Catherine walking into the café with a middle-aged woman.

The woman was in her thirties, with long straight blonde hair and wearing a ladies’ suit, sowhat resembling Jennifer Aniston from the side. Her na was Christine Wiig, a codic actress, as well as the screenwriter and star of ’Bridesmaids.’

"Good afternoon, Ms. Wiig!"

Link stood up to greet her.