Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Damn! Thirty US Dollars for an album, are they robbing us?"

In the office of the president of SB Entertainment in New York, Scott took the newly purchased album "The Woman I Love" from his assistant. Although it was cheaper to buy a digital album online, as a semi-musician, he was more accustomed to listening to physical records when enjoying music.

"Alex, how are the sales of the record stores on Fifth Avenue?"

Scott asked, holding the album.

"Extremely popular!"

Assistant Alex said.

When he had come over earlier, there were many people lining up outside several physical record stores near Fifth Avenue and Broadway. Some of the record stores had just opened and soon hung signs announcing they had sold out.

He himself had queued for more than forty minutes to get this album.

Scott listened with a frown. For a singer, having an album sell out as soon as it hits the shelves was exhilarating, more praiseworthy than winning a Grammy. But for his rival, this was no good news.

"Boss, Link is on fire this year. First, he made a big impression at the Grammy Awards, then he launched the hit song ’Legends Never Die’ during the Super Bowl halftime show, which skyrocketed his fame. Then he did a stint at the Oscars. In the first three months of the year, his news never stopped.

Moreover, I just listened once, and the quality of the songs on this album is very high, hardly a mediocre piece. Considering Justin’s current situation, stepping over Link to the top will be quite difficult," Alex said, clutching the folder.

Scott, feeling even more annoyed, waved his hand to send Alex out. He opened the album case, placed the record in the music player, and clicked play.

You’re sitting in the bedroom playing the guitar

Writing in a notebook your wish upon a star

You are like a snowflake melting in my hand

Along with the pleasant prelude, sounds came from the speaker—Link’s clear voice with a slight magnetic quality, gentle and meticulous, full of sincere emotion and a hint of a warm man’s temperament.

Scott frowned as he listened.

Previously, he had heard Link perform "give me reason" and "Legends Never Die," feeling that his voice was high-pitched and hoarse, better suited for rock.

Hearing that Link’s third album was a romance album, Scott had secretly rejoiced, thinking he had chosen the wrong theme and might suffer a big loss with this album.

But listening to Link’s singing, he realized he might have been wrong.

This guy’s voice was gentle, magnetic, also very engaging, seeming to also suit this kind of love song pretty well.

"Damn, isn’t this guy supposed to be a boxer?"

Scott listened to "Everything You Need," then continued with "The Woman I Love," followed by "Girls Like You," "Here With You"....

After each song, he scored and gave reviews on a piece of paper.

After eighteen songs, he lay exhausted on the couch, his brown curly hair damp, and his expression very unpleasant.

On the paper were eighteen grades: eight A+’s, six A’s, four A-’s, all the grades were above A-.

These were the results using a rather strict standard.

If he were to be a bit more lenient, the quality of many songs would be above A+.

Even he couldn’t find any issues after listening once; how excited would Link’s fans be after hearing the songs on this album?

How high would the sales of this album be?

With Link setting such a formidable benchmark, when could Justin Bieber become the No. 1 in the pop music industry?

In the music industry, the top earners are the No. 1s of each genre, the second, third, and fourth combined often don’t make as much as the first.

This is the principle of winner-takes-all, applicable both in business and the music industry.

Scott squeezed the bridge of his nose, his mood very low.

In recent years, to develop Justin, SB Company had invested tens of millions of US Dollars and many connections in promoting Justin’s two albums.

But despite all the effort, it seemed they still couldn’t surpass Link.

Scott cursed, "f*ck," opened his computer, and rewatched that secretly filmed video, his emotions gradually calming down.

He touched his chin and coldly chuckled a few times.

Then he picked up the phone to call the head of the marketing department.

He asked them to vigorously promote the love story between Link and Taylor soon, saying all the songs on this album were written for Taylor, portraying Link as a lovestruck hero, the most passionately devoted good guy in the world, claiming they were the most loving and well-matched pair in the music industry.

The head of the marketing department didn’t understand the purpose, but didn’t ask further and firmly executed the order.

Scott chuckled coldly, hung up the phone, and turned on the music player; Link’s singing filled the room again.

To all my friends

The night is young

The music’s loud

They playing our song

Nowhere else that I belong

"F*ck! Just country pop, and now an electronic pop song, does this bastard think he’s versatile?"

In the Gold Metal Bar in Brooklyn, New York, 50 Cent cursorily clicked the mouse, switching to another song.

"Wait a minute! The rhythm of this song is great, let’s hear it again," Rihanna called out from the couch.

"Rihanna, it’s Link’s song, there’s no need to listen so many times," Lil Wayne said.

"This song is great, I guess this style could catch on, don’t you guys want to get a feel for it?" Rihanna said, chewing gum.

Kanye West, Lil Wayne, Drake, Usher and others kept a stern face and didn’t object.

Though they were annoyed with that bastard Link, they had to admit that every song on this album was damn good.

Each song had a higher artistic level than Justin’s "Baby," more pleasing to the ears, not as noisy, allowing one to calm down and listen.

If an album featured one or two songs of this kind, it was considered quite a solid album, like the pre-war goddess band’s "Need You Now," which sold nearly two million copies thanks to a hit single.

Yet this bastard Link had put together eighteen songs of the same caliber in this album.

Eighteen A-grade tracks!

One album might be worth ten of others.

This album was too competitive; Justin’s "My World 2.0," relying only on hype and data manipulation, would find it hard to beat this album.

If Justin had lost, they would have been embarrassed again, and Link would have been smug.

"Fuck! Motherfucker!"

Kanye West, with a scowl on his face, kicked the coffee table in the middle.

He deeply regretted it, knowing what would happen, he should have never criticized Link at the beginning of last year. Without criticizing Link, that bastard’s debut wouldn’t have blown up and sold over two million copies.

If his debut hadn’t been a hit, that bastard wouldn’t have become so famous in the music industry, and his second and third albums wouldn’t have continued to be hits, and he and his partners wouldn’t have had to face such a humiliation.

It was all because he was too impulsive.

Kanye gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.

"Kanye, don’t get angry just yet. This album was only released today, and the data hasn’t come out yet. There’s no need to be too nervous. Maybe the price is too high and the fans won’t buy it," one of them said.

Lil Wayne, putting away the fruit knife on the table, tried to reason.

"Lil makes sense."

Arthur, holding Kanye back, advised, "Don’t forget that Scooter promised us he has a secret weapon against Link. We should trust him."

Hearing Arthur’s words, Kanye gradually calmed down.

A few days ago, Scooter had approached them in secrecy, claiming he had a secret weapon that would definitely disgrace Link. Although Scooter didn’t reveal what the secret weapon was, Kanye believed he wouldn’t talk nonsense.

"A secret weapon? What is it? How come I don’t know about it?"

Rihanna asked curiously.

Drake and 50 Cent also looked curiously at Arthur and Kanye, clearly unaware of this matter.

"It’s a secret for now, you’ll know in a few days."

Arthur shushed them, speaking mysteriously.

"A secret? What secret?"

Just then, Eminem walked in from outside. He had had a falling out with this circle before, reducing the number of times he joined them for drinks, but today Link released a new album, and he wanted to come and see what Kanye and the others were feeling.

Seeing Eminem come in, a few of them closed their mouths and quietly listened to the music.

Girls like you,

Love fun,

And yeah me too.

What I want,

When I come through,

I need a girl like you.

This song perfectly blended pop, rock, and rap, offering a unique and fresh style with a relaxed tune.

It sounded even better than the first two songs, but Kanye and his group looked even worse.

Eminem arrived at the seating area, looking at them oddly.

"All of you are here listening to a digital album together? You guys are millionaires, can you stop being so stingy?"

"I was ready to go buy it, but they stopped me,"

Rihanna said, swaying her legs.

"Humph! This is Link’s new album. If each of us bought one, the sales of this album would increase by more than a dozen copies. We’re not that stupid,"

50 Cent said.

Eminem shook his head, lifting his hoodie to reveal that his belt was lined with Link’s albums, looking like a bootlegger.

50 Cent and the others watched, gobsmacked.

"Fuck, why did you buy so many of Link’s albums?"

"Haha, I knew you guys wouldn’t want to spend the money, so I bought a few extra copies to give you all as gifts, how about that?"

Eminem pulled out all the albums, handing them out like playing cards to everyone present.

While handing them out, he said, "Do you know how in demand Link’s albums are? Today in New York, every record store limited purchases to two per person. My assistant and I ran through three streets and five record stores just to get these ten albums. Link’s album is just freaking hot-selling."

Kanye and his group looked even worse after hearing that.

Every artist dreams about their album selling out as soon as it hits the shelves but buying digital albums online has become more convenient and cheaper after the rise of internet music stores.

Things like limiting album purchases hadn’t happened in many years, not even when MJ died last year, but today it happened to Link, a singer who had only debuted two years ago.

This guy was too detestable.

"Kanye, don’t you want one?"

Eminem offered an album to Kanye.

Kanye rolled his eyes. Since Eminem, that bastard, had bought it and Link’s sales had already increased, why not take it for free?

"Em, has Link’s music team announced who the woman on this album cover is?"

Rihanna pointed to the album cover and asked.

The album cover was too sexy. Link’s good looks and physique were top-notch, and the woman in his arms was also very sexy, with milk-white skin, somewhat resembling Nicole Kidman. But Nicole was already in her forties this year and couldn’t possibly maintain such a good condition. Continue your adventure at

"Turn it over and see if you can recognize her,"

Eminem said.

Rihanna flipped to the other side of the album case, which also had a photo.

It was a woman in a gold mask, tightly embracing Link. The beautifully crafted mask covered half of her face, revealing only violet eyes, a cute delicate nose, and rose-colored lips.

The woman’s skin was very white, forming a stark contrast with Link’s bronze skin. Her delicate and fragile face and beautifully delicate fingers also contrasted with Link’s strong, muscular back.

Very beautiful and very artistic.

Rihanna looked for a while but still couldn’t recognize who the woman was.

"Online, they said that the deluxe edition album cover is in 3D. You can feel the contours of Link’s muscles and even the woman’s skin and hair. The special album package includes a gold mask, sold for only $39.99. It’s a great deal, but unfortunately, I couldn’t grab it the other day. There’s someone on Amazon willing to resell it, and the price has already skyrocketed to $299 each, nearly ten times more. It’s intense,"

Eminem marveled.

"Hmm! High or low album sales, the key is in the songs. Playing these little tricks is useless,"

Lil Wayne said disdainfully.

"Are the songs in this album not good to listen to?"

Eminem pointed to the speaker.

Lil Wayne opened his mouth to criticize, but couldn’t find a target, so he just snorted lightly and continued listening to the music.

I’m holdin’ steady,

I always stay put,

My heart’s at home,

My heart always stays home,

With my hand behind you.

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