And I was like baby, baby, baby, oh~

Like baby, baby, baby, no~

Like baby, baby, baby, no~

At noon, Los Angeles, a cafe on the pier, the brilliant sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the couch, warming me gently. Link was flipping through a magazine, gradually feeling sleepy.

In recent times, he had been continuously holding concerts in South America, Australia, and other places, his schedule spinning nonstop with scarcely any time to rest.

After returning to Los Angeles, his schedule wasn’t packed, and he didn’t need to catch a flight to the next concert venue right after finishing one.

All of a sudden, having relaxed, both his body and mind relaxed as well, and in such a comfortable environment, he inevitably felt sleepy.

Because of this, he had often dozed off while watching TV with Taylor these past few days, waking up to find his face and neck covered in musical notes and lyrics.

Like baby, baby, baby, no~

Like baby, baby, baby, no~

"Hey! Bob, could we change the song, stop playing ’baby baby baby’ over and over, don’t you find it annoying?"

Link put down the magazine in his hand and looked back at the owner behind the cafe counter.

A bookish man in his thirties who, other than reading, didn’t know much about anything—if it weren’t for his capable and wise wife, Lillian, this cafe would have closed down long ago.

Bob lifted his head from behind the counter and pushed up his glasses, "This song is really popular lately, everyone is listening to it, don’t you like it?"

"Change it, listening too much can get annoying."

"Alright!"

Bob scratched his messy hair and his fingers danced on the music player as he changed the song.

It’s been a long day without you my friend, And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again...

"Don’t play my songs either, let’s have some light music instead,"

Link sighed helplessly.

During this time outside at concerts, every time he went on stage he had to sing "See You Again" and songs from his two albums, singing them too much could also grow tiresome.

Bob fiddled around at the counter for a while, then switched to Richard Clayderman’s piano piece "La Plage de l’Adriana," and after changing it, he asked Link how this music was, and Link said it was fine.

"How’s your novel going?"

Link asked casually.

"Not so great, don’t listen to Lillian’s nonsense, I’m not writing a novel, just writing... reading reflections."

Bob said, his face reddening and sounding a bit flustered.

Link shrugged his shoulders and did not ask further, simply switching to another magazine to continue browsing.

After the New Year, various magazines began publishing their 2009 rankings, and Link was one of America’s celebrities of the year, appearing on more than a dozen lists.

These included Business Magazine’s ’Most Influential People Under 30’

Fortune Magazine’s ’Top 40 Under Forty U.S. Billionaires’;

Sports Illustrated’s ’2009 World Sports Athlete Income Ranking’;

Billboard’s ’2009 Euro-American Music Artists Income Ranking’;

Ring Magazine’s ’2009 Boxers Income Ranking’;

Forbes’ ’2009’s Top Philanthropic Celebrities’

People Magazine’s ’World’s Most Beautiful Faces’ and ’World’s Sexiest Male Celebrities’.

According to several magazines’ data, his income was divided into three parts.

First, last year his total income from boxing and swimming was about 95 million US dollars, ranking second on the ’2009 Sports Income Ranking’.

The champion was Tiger Woods, with a total annual income of 99.73 million US dollars, including a yearly salary of 7.73 million plus 92 million in commercial earnings.

The third place was Mickelson, a golfer, with an annual income of 52.92 million US dollars.

The fourth was British soccer player Beckham, with an annual income of 45.20 million US dollars.

Second, last year in music, his total income was about 87 million US dollars, which included his advertising revenue of 110 million US dollars, placing him second on the "2009 European and American Singers Income Ranking.

The champion was MJ, about 180 million US dollars.

Taylor’s income was 36.5 million US dollars, ranking him 12th.

Third, last year besides boxing, singing, and film remuneration, he also had shares in the Dynasty Promotion Company and Link Music, both of which saw their market values multiply several times last year and become star enterprises in the industry.

Fortune Magazine estimated his net worth at 320 million US dollars, ranking him 32nd on the ’Under 40 Self-Made Billionaires Annual List.’

Ranked ahead of him were major figures, including Google’s founders Larry Page and Sergey Brin, and Facebook’s Zuckerberg, among others.

This time, Link’s frequent listing also greatly increased his fame in America.

He was no longer the poor beach boy of the past, but a bona fide billionaire.

Time Magazine featured him as the cover person for the beginning of 2010 in early January.

Time Magazine considered him a representative of the new American dream, a boxing superstar, a new king of the music world, and the most influential youth idol in the United States currently, with a significant impact on the younger generation. They believed he would continue to play a major role in American society over the next decade, thus making him very appropriate for the 2010 New Year cover.

As for this fame, Link did not care much; he found that with more accolades, just like the numbers in an account, the more there are, the more they numbed and made people complacent.

"Mr. Baker, here’s your coffee."

The coffee shop owner Lillian personally brought over a cup of hand-brewed coffee and gently set it on the table.

A rich aroma of coffee mixed with the mellow scent of chocolate and a light hint of fresh milk hit the nose, making it very appetizing just by the smell.

This was also one of the reasons Link often came here to relax.

"Lillian, your skills are amazing."

Link complimented as he smelled the aroma of the coffee.

The shop owner Lillian brushed her hair and gave a slight smile.

She was a twenty-something Colombian immigrant, with dark skin, ordinary looks, and a sturdy build, yet she was skillful and meticulous in her service to customers.

"Lillian, I have another guest arriving soon, please prepare another Mocha."

"Of course, Mr. Baker!"

Lillian left with the tray.

Link noticed Bob behind the counter eavesdropping and advised him to temporarily give up the idea of writing a novel and try writing a screenplay instead; with good ideas, there’s no worry about a lack of appreciation.

Bob, still blushing, said he hadn’t written the novel and was just scribbling for fun.

Ding-dong! The sound of a bell came from the door, and a middle-aged woman in a blue lady’s suit walked in.

She was in her thirties, with a round face, ear-length bob hair, round-frame metal glasses with thin lenses, and a pair of bright green pupils that were very distinctive.

From her, one could see the seriousness and shrewdness of someone in finance, mixed with the elegance and charm of a young wife.

A somewhat paradoxical woman.

"Cathy, over here!"

Link waved and called out.

This was Ms. Cathy Wood, the manager from Wall Street’s Vanguard Asset Management Company.

After participating in the Olympics last year, Link had some money and wanted to invest on Wall Street. He asked Catherine, Franco, and Mandy to recommend a company.

Following their recommendations, he chose the Vanguard Asset Management Company, one of the top three in strength, and it was Cathy Wood who had initially received him.

At that time, he saw her with a round face and thought she looked easy to bully and doubted her capabilities as a shrewd financial manager.

However, after talking with her, he found that her professional level was quite good; he entrusted over ten million in signing money to her management on a trial basis.

Latter on, Cathy Wood managed several successful operations that increased his wealth on paper, which continued their cooperation to the present.

Today, he wanted to meet her for coffee to discuss the investment plans for the upcoming period.

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Currently, Tesla’s market value was less than one billion US dollars, only reaching 1.7 billion after the IPO. Fifteen years after going public, Tesla’s stock price had risen by 4400%, and its market value had exceeded 500 billion US dollars, making it a more valuable investment than Amazon.

Whether he could take an early opportunity to grab a large portion of the stocks and transform from a billionaire to a multi-billionaire or even richer needed the analysis of Cathy, the professional, and the exact handling was to be entrusted to her care.

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