Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 456 - 378 Hollywood Tycoon

Legends never die

Legends never fade away

When the world is calling you

When the world calls out for you

Can you hear them screaming out your na

Broadway, Bar No. 1717, in the private room amidst the glitz and glamour, Link lounged on the sofa with his legs crossed in the center.

There was a glass of pure water on the table, and on the stage nearby, Dino and Mario were clutching a microphone, belting out with all their might.

Though the lyrics were correct, not a single line was on key, and what's more, they were incredibly invested in their performance, shaking their behinds as they sang, a cacophony that could only be described as wolves howling and ghosts wailing amidst chaotic demons dancing.

Link rubbed his forehead, regretting his decision to accept their invitation.

After training, Dino had asked him with hopeful eyes if he wanted to hit the bars.

Link thought he had nothing planned for the afternoon and could manage his ti freely; besides, after becoming famous and wealthy, he felt increasingly distant from his old circle, which wasn't a good sign.

Considering this, he had followed Dino and the others to this shabby place.

Once there, Dino called over four scantily-dressed dancers, claiming they were there to give him a good ti.

Link didn't accept. Knowing that people like Little Epstein and Old Boastful Dad planned to use won to trap him, he no longer allowed unfamiliar won to get close in order to avoid being extorted.

Dino and Mario teased him a few tis but didn't force him anymore. Then Dino and so boxers went to drink, sing, and dance, starting a lively nightlife.

Link sat alone on the sofa, sipping pure water while the environnt around him buzzed with noise, yet he felt an increasing calm within. He had been busy with concerts, dealing with the dia, training, and other work for months and hadn't enjoyed such tranquility for a long ti.

It felt not too bad.

"Link! Want to co up and sing a song?"

Mario shouted into the microphone.

Link waved his hand, indicating no. After singing the sa dozens of songs over and over for two months, even a person with a deep passion for music would feel burnt out. He now lacked even the interest to pick up the microphone.

"Don't call on him. It costs a million US dollars for Link to sing a song now. How could he just sing here easily?"

Dino joked.

"If I had known singing was so lucrative, I would have studied music back then."

Mario said, shrugging his chubby cheeks.

Link just smiled.

Ding-a-ling!

His phone on the table rang twice and then stopped. He picked it up to see it was Jennifer Lawrence's number; he wasn't sure if she actually needed him or had misdialled.

He was about to call back when Jennifer sent him a ssage asking if he was busy as she was in New York for a movie audition.

Link replied that he wasn't and sent her the address of the bar, asking if she wanted to co over.

Jennifer said she was nearby on Broadway and could arrive in ten minutes.

In less than ten minutes, Jennifer Lawrence appeared in the bar's private room.

Dressed in a cal-colored sundress with sneakers, her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, her shoulders still chubby, cheeks plump with baby fat, skin rosy and smooth, bust full, and her posterior was pert.

Her looks weren't refined, her body not particularly curvaceous, and in Hollywood, crowded with beauties, she would be considered above average. Sotis when she didn't dress up, she could look like a plain village girl.

However, her charm lay in her simplicity and naturalness, free from pretense, making her seem more like earthenware compared to those delicate vases.

"What movie audition did you co for?"

Link asked, pouring her a glass of white wine after she sat down.

"Silver Linings Playbook, a new movie by David O. Russell. You've worked with him before."

Jennifer said.

Link nodded, recalling the film. It was about a man and woman from lower social standings finding redemption through love. It shared a the with "Rust and Bone."

Jennifer won the Oscars as the first post-90s actress with this film and beca the second youngest to ever win the award. It was indeed a great movie.

Because the film was good, Link told Russell at "The Fighter" premiere that if he had another new movie, to let him know. He was interested in discussing either the lead role or investing.

At the ti, Russell had nodded emphatically.

But now, as the casting progressed, Russell hadn't reached out to him at all.

"How did the audition go?"

"It started off well. Russell was pleased with my performance, but soon after the audition ended, the production team called, saying I didn't pass. When I phoned Russell to inquire, he said it was Harvey Weinstein's decision as he is the lead producer on this film."

"Harvey?"

"Yes. Before I joined the Palm Bay agency, soone from The Weinstein Company had approached with a role that they said suited . After passing the audition, Harvey Weinstein sent a hotel room number, asking to discuss the role. I refused and it upset him, so he interfered with my audition again."

Jennifer Lawrence explained.

Link frowned as he listened.

In the entertainnt industry, the casting couch was common, almost as old as the film industry itself.

Upper-level movie executives exploiting actors, actors using their bodies to obtain roles, it's all too common.

It was said that among Hollywood's major studios, producers with power and resources who hadn't exploited a few actresses or actors were almost too embarrassed to call themselves producers among their peers.

And the actors and actresses in Hollywood, particularly those with so appeal, had almost all faced such a situation.