Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 694 - 503: Envy, Jealousy, and Hatred

Bang! Bang!

In the boxing training arena, Link alternately struck the punching bag with both fists, his expression focused and serious, his movents and strikes all rhythmic.

Hoyle watched him for a while and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

By now, Link was worth forty to fifty billion dollars, a giant in the music and film industries, and the top figure in boxing. He had recently swept twelve gold dals at the Olympics, considered the greatest athlete in the world, and he had also received a dal of Freedom.

For soone like him, with money, fa, and status, Hoyle couldn't understand why he still kept his original intentions and trained relentlessly.

Other athletes in his situation would probably have chosen to retire and enjoy life at ho.

"Hey, Hoyle, is Link still training?"

Frank, accompanied by an assistant, ca over and asked.

Hoyle turned and sized up Frank, who looked as if he had just co from a party, "What are you doing here at this ti? Link just said that no one should disturb him while he's training."

"Alright, I know, just trying to get him to sign a contract, an endorsent deal."

Frank laughed.

Hoyle glanced at him, gritting his teeth, "I heard Link has taken quite a few advertising endorsents recently, about forty to fifty as reported in the dia? Each one worth over a hundred million dollars, and with endorsents alone, Link can make tens of billions of dollars this year, is that true?"

"Haha, that's an exaggeration, not forty to fifty. I have about a dozen on my side, and Ms. Anna has about a dozen on hers, roughly thirty in total. But including the endorsents Link already has, there about forty to fifty."

Frank laughed.

"Each endorsent costing over a hundred million is true?"

"Haha, not that many, so over a hundred million, so tens of millions. Link's requirent is that he doesn't take endorsents under thirty million. Mainly because he's too popular, brands from all over the world are waving checks trying to get him to endorse, without setting a minimum limit, he wouldn't be able to keep up with the ad filming."

Frank shrugged his shoulders.

Hoyle listened and clenched his teeth in envy, other stars struggle to get endorsents, yet Link sets a minimum fee for endorsents, not taking anything less than thirty million dollars each year, which was pretty exaggerated.

An advertisent endorsent for thirty million a year, over thirty, amounts to over a billion dollars in yearly advertising revenue.

Link was becoming more and more like a money printing machine.

"You guys must be making a good amount this ti too?"

Dynasty Promotions was one of the agencies under Link, mainly responsible for advertising endorsents in sports.

This Olympic Gas, Link had once again beco a global sensation, rising even higher in global fa. It's said the guy had over a billion fans worldwide, even more than MJ had back in the day.

As Link's fa grew, so did the number of endorsents he received, allowing Frank and Dynasty Promotions to also make a large sum from their agent's commission, which calculated at a minimum of 3%, from a billion dollars in endorsent fees amounted to over thirty million dollars, like picking up free money.

"Haha, not much, not much."

Frank waved his hand dismissively, seeing Link stop, he called out and walked towards Link with the folder.

Hoyle watched Frank enviously; the guy had signed Link for just over ten million plus thirty percent of the shares back in the day, a deal worth less than thirty million at the ti, but over the following four years, Link had earned Dynasty Sports four to five hundred million dollars, and would earn much more in the future.

Frank was just too lucky, having found a walking money printing machine.

Over there, Frank spoke with Link for a few monts, and Link picked up a pen and signed the docunt. After that, Frank did not continue to disturb him and ca out with the folder.

"Hoyle, are you free, how about we grab a drink together?"

Frank laughed.

"No ti, I have to coach Hopkins through several training sessions, extrely busy, no ti for drinks."

Hoyle said solemnly.

"Alright, then I'll be leaving first."

Frank, with his assistant, hurried off as if busy picking up money.

With envy, Hoyle huffed, about to give Link a few tips when suddenly, a pleasant scent of perfu wafted over. Before he could turn, he saw Emma Roberts approaching with two glasses of juice, her golden hair flowing and wearing a strappy dress, looking refreshingly charming.

"Hi, Emma, here to accompany Link in training again?"

Hoyle asked with a smirk that was not quite a smile.

"Yes."

Emma, not interested in chatting more with him, looked straight at Link and walked towards him. After a few steps, she turned back to Hoyle, "Hoyle, is there anything else?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, okay, see you later!"

Emma turned and closed the door of the training room.

Hoyle's expression darkened, he frowned in annoyance, though he didn't need the door closed to guess what the two inside were up to.

A couple of months ago, after a training session, he planned to invite Link to a boxing match.

Upon reaching the locker room, he heard sounds well understood by n, and considering Emma was previously there, the source of the sounds must be her.

Originally, he planned to wait at the door and tease Link a bit, but after an hour with no end in sight, he left with frustration, unable to make any jabs under those circumstances.

Since discovering the inappropriate relationship between Link and Emma, each ti he ca to the training grounds, he kept an eye on them both, noticing that they would linger in the locker room or bathroom after training.

He had thought such reckless behavior would weaken Link's legs, but upon closer observation, he found no such effect. Link was even more serious about his training than before, energetic every day.

Such a state was too enviable.

What made him even more envious was that Link had a beautiful movie star by his side during training.

Compared to Link's current situation, Hoyle realized how tough his own training days had been, not knowing how to balance work and relaxation.

Unfortunately, it was too late to realize now, as he was too old to play such gas anymore.

Hoyle sighed lightly and shook his head as he left.

——

Having trained at Muscle Beach for three or four hours, Link dropped Emma off and drove to the Staples Center to watch the WBO championship fight between Mario Morales and Andre Reidl.

Last year, after Link gave up the four major organization's Golden Belts, experts in the Light Heavyweight division had quickly acted, dividing the four belts among themselves.

Carl Froch took the WBC Golden Belt, Arthur Abraham took the IBF Golden Belt, Andre Ward took the WBA Golden Belt, and Andre Reidl took the WBO Golden Belt.

Last year, Morales participated in the WBA challenge and encountered a defeat against Andre Ward.

This year, he signed up for the WBO championship challenge again, and after six matches, he successfully won the title of challenger.

Today was the day Morales challenged the WBO champion Andre Reidl.

After 12 rounds of competition, Morales knocked down his opponent three tis and won the match with a relatively clear score advantage, becoming the WBO Light Heavyweight World Champion.

Morales also beca another champion originating from sparring partners in the world of boxing.

"Morales, amazing job, your performance today was perfect; even Link might not have been able to beat you,"

said Hoyle, the ecstatic boss.

Just as Morales, wearing the Golden Belt, was about to leave the stage, he nearly fell off when he heard Hoyle's words and responded with a bright smile, "Hoyle, don't shout like that, Link is also here."

"Oh, he is? Where?"

Hoyle looked around and spotted a man in a baseball cap waving at him from the front row, sitting next to Paul Walker.

"Hi, Link! I've got a Golden Belt too."

Morales approached Link and said with a smile.

"Congratulations, you fought well this bout, your technique has clearly improved,"

Link said, bumping fists with him.

"Haha, thanks to you, without your guidance, I definitely wouldn't have gotten this belt,"

Morales said.

"No, you earned that Golden Belt with your own hard training; you don't need to thank anyone,"

Link replied with a smile.

Listening to their conversation, Hoyle felt quite displeased. Morales was his boxer, who he frequently coached during training and helped strategize during matches.

Now that Morales won the Golden Belt, he was thanking Link instead of appreciating his own manager.

"Mario, now that you are a world champion, have you considered switching to another managent company? I think Dynasty Sports might suit you better than Gold Boy Promotions,"

Link said, glancing at Hoyle.

"Bullshit, Link, you're trying to steal him right in front of ?"

Hoyle retorted, clearly annoyed.

"Alright, then I'll have a private talk with Mario later."

"No, you don't need to talk to him; Mario is doing well at Gold Boy Promotions, he doesn't need to change anything,"

Hoyle insisted.

"Is that so? I heard that Mario is only receiving 40 percent of the match earnings. At Dynasty, as a WBO World Champion, he could get at least 60 percent,"

Link said, legs crossed and laughing.

"That's the old contract. Now that Mario is the world champion, we have prepared a new contract for him that's definitely better than anything Dynasty Sports has to offer. Mario, trust , staying with Gold Boy Promotions is the best choice,"

Hoyle said, grabbing Morales's arm.

"Mario, what do you think?"

Link asked, smiling.

"Heh heh, I'm doing quite well at Gold Boy Promotions, so far, so good,"

Morales said grinning broadly.

"Well, that's too bad,"

Link remarked.

Hoyle glared at Link, knowing that Link's remarks were ant to help Morales get a better contract. The company was originally planning to renegotiate Morales' contract to a fifty-fifty split.

With Link's interference, the company not only had to give an extra ten percent but also made it seem like it was Link who had secured this advantage for Morales.

Link, without spending a penny, had picked up a favor; he was too cunning.

"Mr. Baker is here."

"Mr. Baker, sorry to disturb you, but could I get an interview?"

"Mr. Baker, soone claid that you used performance-enhancing drugs to win so many dals at the Olympics, what's your response to this?"

The reporters initially intended to interview the new champion Morales when they suddenly noticed the recent sensation Link present.

They crowded around like wolves that had slled blood, worried Link might decline to respond, so they threw so controversial questions early to keep him there.

"Sorry, today is Morales's event; you should be interviewing him. If you have any questions for , you can contact my agent, and I will answer your queries. Ladies and gentlen, please cooperate,"

Link said, gesturing.

Wallace and Bob also stood up to block the reporters.

Unable to interview Link, the reporters turned their attention back to Morales, but kept bringing up Link in their questions, asking about the extent of Link's help to Morales, and if Morales believed he could defeat Link if they ever faced each other, etc.

"Link, you are really popular now; how does it feel to be a huge star?"

Paul Walker joked.

"Co on, you're a big star as well, and you're asking that?"

Link and Paul Walker stood up and walked out.

"Haha, it's not the sa. Compared to you, not just , but Tom Cruise, Schwarzenegger, Tyson, all of us together don't asure up. Many dia outlets are praising you as a marvel of mankind, and I agree with them,"

"Every life is a marvel, not just mine, so you don't have to admire too much. I'd rather you treat as an ordinary person like before."

Link joked.

"Who's admiring you? You are just an ordinary person in my eyes; I've never seen you as a superhero,"

Paul Walker said, smirking.

"That's good to hear,"

Link said with a soft chuckle as they left the Staples Center.