Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

It has also led to a continuous increase in Link Music’s market value, from the end of last year’s 120-150 million to the current 160-180 million US dollars.

All five major record companies have sent acquisition invitations, hoping to become the parent company of Link Music and to seize this golden goose for themselves.

However, Link and Ivanka have no plans to sell any shares for the time being.

He plans to sell some shares to the big five after releasing four albums, on one hand to strengthen cooperation, and on the other hand to cash out some funds.

Selena’s debut album "Come And Get It" sold 1,027 copies in its 13th week of release, ranking 151st on the album chart, with a cumulative US sales of 887,000 copies.

The reason why Selena’s album could sell nearly ninety thousand copies, apart from having several hit songs, was also because she was a popular actress with her own fan base and the strong promotional capabilities of the Disney company, which was willing to spend money on publicity.

In this regard, several singers under Link Music couldn’t compare with her.

That’s also why Link didn’t sign Selena to Link Music.

In the last few pages of "Billboard" magazine was a survey report on the music industry for the year 2009.

From January 5, 2009, to January 3, 2010, the total sales volume of the US record market reached 373.9 million copies, a 12.7% decrease from the 422.84 million copies in the same period in 2008.

At the same time, digital download sales increased by 16.1% over the last year, reaching an all-time high of 76.4 million copies.

This data also indicates that physical record sales will trend downwards for some time to come, and the digital sales channels on online platforms will become even more important.

Link decided to strengthen promotions on online platforms in the future and to communicate more with fans online, striving to sell more albums.

"When did you get here?"

Suddenly someone asked from the front.

Link raised his head and saw Taylor blinking her blue eyes in surprise at him.

"Almost forty minutes now."

Link looked at his watch and said.

"Why didn’t you tell me? That makes me seem very silly."

Taylor said, her lips curling in dissatisfaction.

"You are already silly!"

Link reached out and pinched her nose.

Emily came in with a cup of coffee and laughed, "Just now Link came over to bring coffee, and he got scolded by you after putting the coffee on the table."

"Really?"

Taylor patted her forehead, her face embarrassed, as she wrapped her arm around his and said, "You’re not mad, are you? You know, I often forget everything when I’m busy."

"Is there a need to apologize? It’s not the first time, I’m used to it."

Link shrugged and smiled.

"What do you mean you’re used to it? You’re making it sound like I have a terrible temper. I’m only like this at work, I’m gentle all other times, right?"

Taylor looked up with her delicate pale face, asking seriously.

"Of course! You’re always so gentle, that’s the truth."

"That’s more like it!"

Taylor crinkled her nose and smiled, releasing her fingers from his skin.

Link smiled gently, wrapping his arm around her and asking about the preparation of her new album.

Taylor’s third album was also a love album.

She prepared over a hundred songs, planning to select more than ten high-quality ones for the new album.

And she wrote all the songs, served as the executive music director and producer of the new album, meaning she was going to handle the major tasks on her own.

Listening to this, Link felt nothing but admiration, comparing to Taylor’s multifaceted musical talents, he could only consider himself a pop star.

"Both our third albums are love songs, how about a bet on whose album will sell better?"

Taylor asked, leaning on his shoulder.

"No bets! I’m a pop singer, boxing champion, movie star, I have more fans than you, comparing with you would be bullying you."

"What do you mean? You’re saying you’re sure to win?"

Taylor prodded his chin with her finger, making a gun shape with her hand.

"Is there any doubt?"

Link slipped his hand under her clothes, touching her smooth waist as he laughed.

"Hmm! You’re being too presumptuous saying that, album sales depend on the quality of the songs, not on the hype. Every single song on my new album is handpicked, and I don’t think I’ll lose to you. How about a bet? If I lose, I’ll make you breakfast for ten days. If you lose—whoa, stop touching that."

Taylor slapped his hand on her waist and glared at him.

Link chuckled lightly, gave her a kiss, and said, "If you lose, I’ll make you ten meals, and you have to eat all of it, no matter what. And if I lose...how about we try a few new positions, what do you say?"

"Hey! You rascal, I’m being serious here. Can’t you stop being so lecherous?"

Taylor sat on his lap, pinched his face in annoyance, and bumped her nose against his.

"Straightforward then, dare to bet or not?"

Link cradled her perky buttocks and chuckled.

Taylor furrowed her slender eyebrows, blinked her blue eyes thoughtfully, and gave him a kiss.

"Deal! I definitely won’t lose."

"That’s not for certain!"

Link smiled softly, set Taylor on the couch, and bent down to kiss her red lips.

When Mrs. Andrea arrived at the big guitar recording studio, it was just past three in the afternoon, and the weather in Los Angeles was gradually heating up. She was wearing a knitted jacket and felt sweat forming on her forehead after walking a few dozen meters in the sun.

Having traveled with Taylor these past few years without much exercise, maybe she should consider Link’s advice to work out regularly, like Taylor doing yoga every day.

Upon entering the recording studio, she found Taylor’s recording room door shut, with only Emily sitting on a sofa outside the door, drinking coffee and reading a magazine.

"Where’s Taylor? Did she leave early?"

Mrs. Andrea asked as she removed her sunglasses.

"No!"

Emily held back a laugh and pointed towards the tightly closed door.

"Link’s in there!"

"Link? When did he get here? What are they doing inside?"

Mrs. Andrea asked, puzzled.

Before Emily could answer, Mrs. Andrea seemed to understand something from her odd expression, and a somewhat bemused look appeared on her plump face.

Ideally, with Link and Taylor being in a relationship for over a year and still maintaining such a close and romantic connection, she felt quite relieved.

Nobody understood Taylor’s character better than her—willful, dominant, stubborn, and a bit selfish.

Mrs. Andrea had always been worried about Taylor’s love life, doubtful if any guy could tolerate her for too long.

Yet, after more than a year of Link and Taylor being together, although they had their occasional small tiffs, there had never been any major fights.

She was happy for both of them.

But these two youngsters were being too mischievous, it was broad daylight and there were staff members outside, yet they were locked up in the recording studio flirting—it was somewhat shameless if word got out.

"How long have they been in there?"

"Almost an hour now."

Emily glanced at her watch and couldn’t help but laugh.

Mrs. Andrea shook her head with resignation, and since the recording studio had strong soundproofing, one couldn’t hear anything from the outside, she checked the time on her phone.

The time for the Grammy rehearsal was approaching.

Both Link and Taylor needed to be there, so she couldn’t afford to play matchmaker and immediately called Link’s phone.

Because Taylor often didn’t bring her mobile into the recording studio, calling her was pointless.

Three or four minutes later, the door of the recording room slowly opened, and Link walked out, holding Taylor’s hand.

"Hey, Anne!"

Link greeted Mrs. Andrea with a smile.

Taylor looked down and called out ’Mom,’ patting her on the back twice.

Their clothes seemed neat and proper.

Aside from a few faint red scratches on Link’s neck, Taylor’s cascading golden hair a bit disheveled, her oval face flushed and rosy, her blue eyes brimming with moisture, her blue jeans slightly wrinkled, and no bra under her T-shirt.

Nothing else seemed amiss.

"It’s rehearsal time, get ready, we’re heading to the Staples."

Mrs. Andrea glanced at them, grabbed her bag, and left.

"Okay, Anne, we’ll be right there,"

Link responded.

"It’s all your fault!"

Taylor punched Link on the shoulder, complaining with blushing cheeks, "Every time you come to the studio, you disrupt me, preventing me from focusing on recording. Emily, from now on, put up a sign outside my recording roomLink and cats not allowed.’

"Alright!"

Emily smiled slightly and stepped away.

Link ran his hands through Taylor’s hair, letting it fall naturally over her shoulders, and said with a smile, "Don’t be shy, Anne and Emily are adults, they won’t say anything."

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"But you distracted me. I could have written a really great song, and it’s all your fault the inspiration suddenly vanished."

"Okay, I admit it’s my fault, I’ll be careful next time,"

Link said with a gentle laugh.

The two of them redressed and left the recording studio together, drove home to change into their performance outfits, and then headed to the Staples Center to attend the 52nd Grammy Music Awards rehearsal.

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