Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

"Franco! Franco! Stop laughing, I don't want to hear people saying my husband is a lunatic."

"Haha, Nora, I have some great news to share with you, really, it's great news. Do you want to know?"

On the car, Franco rolled up the window and spoke to his wife Nora Duwa on his phone.

"What news? Hurry up and tell me, I still have a lot of work to deal with."

"Haha, the good news is, I signed Link. Link has agreed to sign with me."

"Oh?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds before she asked, "Franco, you shouldn't have a hundred million dollars. Why would Link sign with you? What did you offer him? Tell me quickly!"

"Haha, Link didn't ask for a hundred million dollars, I just gave him a contract worth twenty million dollars."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Franco excitedly explained the bonus mechanism and the profit-sharing ratio after career transition.

"Just that? As far as I know, top promotion companies offer more generous contracts than yours, and top promotions are far superior in business capabilities. Since Link is a smart man, why wouldn't he choose a top promoter and instead choose your small company?"

"Hey, Nora, don't keep saying 'small company.' Dynasty Promotion is a new company, small now, but maybe it will surpass the main events and top promotions to become the biggest in the boxing industry... "

"Franco, don't hide it, tell me quickly, what else did you give him?"

Nora Duwa interrupted his fantasy and asked.

"Nothing else, just..."

Thinking that his wife, Nora Duwa, was dominant and not fond of Link, he was unsure whether to tell her about offering twenty percent of the company shares. Would he be scolded if he did?

"Franco, tell me, what else? I'm mentally prepared."

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Nora Duwa took a deep breath and said slowly.

"Nothing, just twenty percent of the shares of that small company."

"Are you crazy?!"

Nora exclaimed, "You were supposed to sign a boxer, and you gave the company to him? With your antics, how many boxers can Dynasty Promotion support?"

"No no, it's not like that, I only plan to sign Link; to turn him into a boxing superstar. I have no plans to sign anyone else."

"Have you already signed the contract?"

Nora asked urgently.

"We've drafted a contract, but the official contract will be signed when Link returns from Havana,"

Franco said.

On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Nora sighed with relief, "Good, you haven't signed yet. Franco, come back, you're a good leader, but you're not suited for business negotiations.

"Since you think highly of him, I trust your judgment. I will offer him a big contract to sign him under the main events. As for Dynasty Promotion, you should start by signing a few promising rookies to develop. Don't worry about Link."

"Nora, you can't do this! You are the CEO of the main events, not the CEO of Dynasty Promotion. Please don't interfere with Dynasty Promotion's affairs, and about Link, you better not poach him from me, otherwise I'll be truly upset,"

Franco Duwa said, frustrated.

On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Nora was silent for a while, "Okay, Franco, I won't interfere. When are you coming back? Vera misses you."

"Nora, I'm thinking about moving the company to Miami, what do you think?"

Franco suggested after a pause.

"...."

"Nora?"

Pop, pop, pop!

The sound of the phone hanging up came through the microphone.

Franco shrugged his shoulders, put away his phone, started the car, and looked at the Palm Beach streets lined with luxury cars. The roadside was dotted with seaside houses, skyscrapers, and luxurious villas, a continuous stretch of wealthy neighborhoods, including the famous Miami Garden Villas.

The wealthy loved to watch boxing matches; the market potential here was vast.

Moreover, Miami did not levy personal income tax or capital gains tax, meaning the money earned in Miami stayed with you.

He increasingly felt that moving his company here was a great idea.

Once he got back, he planned to discuss it with Nora and strive for her agreement.

——

Ding-dong-ding!

Link opened his eyes and picked up the phone beside his bed—it was 6:00 AM.

The morning light faintly revealed the Orlando sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Across the way, Disney's Ferris wheel still twinkled with colorful lights, and faintly, the tinkle of streetcars could be heard.

He took the slender, fair arm draped across his chest and gently placed it back under the blanket before getting out of bed. His reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window showed his muscular physique and powerful limbs.

When he emerged from the bathroom, Emma was already awake, her head tilted on the pillow, her hair messy, her brown eyes blinking silently as she watched him dress.

"Morning, Emma. I have to meet up with the boxing team at ten, so I need to leave now,"

Link said as he pulled up his pants.

"When will I see you next?"

"I don't know, but if I get a chance, I'll come to London to visit you,"

Link said as he sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her hair.

The 'Harry Potter' film in Orlando had wrapped up, and Emma was to follow the crew back to London for filming. When they would meet again was uncertain.

Leaving the hotel, Link drove his Pontiac GTO back to Miami. He arrived carrying his luggage at the Miami Coconut Grove Hotel where the boxing team was gathering at 9:30 AM.

"Hey, Link, why are you just getting here?"

"Traffic was a mess!"

Andzeje waved at him from beside the fountain at the entrance, with Morales, Jones Fullos, and Andrea Berto nearby, all dressed in the uniform sporting wear of the boxing team.

Around these four, seventy to eighty men and women in similar outfits stood scattered, holding various sizes of luggage, waiting in the hotel square.

They were also members of the USA boxing team, from lightweight to super heavyweight, including the future "Bronze Bomber," WBC heavyweight champion Deontay Wilder, and the gold medalist of this heavyweight division;

the future WBA-IBF-WBO-IBO heavyweight world champion, Andy Ruiz Jr., also this version's gold medalist in the cruiserweight division.

This person was born in California, of Mexican descent. Because the Olympics did not include cruiserweight this cycle, it was reported that he had moved up to heavyweight and was representing Mexico in the Olympic qualifiers, which explained why his outfit was different from those around him.

There was also the light heavyweight champion Joe Smith, the middleweight champion George Groves, and others.

The bus arrived, and everyone boarded together, headed by boat to Havana, Cuba, to participate in the competition.

Havana, the capital and largest city of the Republic of Cuba, is located on the northwest coast of Cuba, across the Florida Strait from Miami.

Havana is the commercial center of Cuba and the largest city in the Caribbean, famous for its Havana cigars and also for Santa Maria beach, the historical Morro Castle, and José Martí Square, located in the city center, which are all popular tourist spots in Havana.

The venue for this Olympic qualifier was the sports gymnasium at the Social and Cultural Center on Og Street, east of Revolution Square.

This was originally a derelict sports venue, but thanks to this Olympic qualifier, it was bustling and even starting to gain fame.