Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

After a day of filming, Link trained at the boxing gym rented by the production for over two hours in the evening and didn’t return to the hotel until 7:30 PM.

After showering, Link called Taylor for a chat and lay on the sofa, reading Billboard magazine.

Two months after the release of his debut album "the fighter", seven charting songs had been successively knocked off the list.

Among these seven songs, there was one champion single, three made it into the top ten, but the longest-staying song on the charts was "Never say never", a lively and catchy tune, which remained on the Hot 100 for a whopping eight weeks.

His debut album currently had a total of 1.957 million copies sold in the United States, just shy of Double Platinum.

Overseas sales amounted to 2.74 million copies.

With a global sale of over 4.7 million copies for his debut, Billboard magazine called him the best new artist of 2009 and projected him as an early lock for the Grammy Award for Best New Artist.

His single "Give me reason", released half a month earlier, officially surpassed 2 million downloads on Amazon Digital Music Store and ITunes Music Store and received over 130 million plays on US radio, becoming one of the hottest songs in the US for March.

Additionally, this song was chosen as the theme song for "Transformers 2", with a licensing fee of $1.5 million US dollars.

There was a series of knocks on the door.

Link stood up and opened the door, where Amy Adams stood wearing a white tank top, striped shorts that revealed her fair thighs, her freshly washed long curly hair draped over her shoulders and exuding the scent of shower gel, holding a bottle of Scottish whisky in her hand.

"Link, care for a drink?"

Amy Adams asked with a smile, shaking the bottle of whisky in her hand.

"Sounds good."

Link smiled faintly, inviting her inside.

Before filming started, he and Amy Adams had talked a few times, and as descendants of Italian immigrants, they found many common topics and became fairly well-acquainted friends; Link had even invited her to his parties.

"Are you reading magazines?"

Amy glanced at the magazines stacked on the sofa.

"Yeah, I have a variety of side jobs, boxing, music, acting. It’s important to keep up with the industry news, and reading magazines saves time."

Link picked up two glass cups from the counter.

Amy sat cross-legged on the sofa, took a glass, and while pouring the whisky, said, "You really do juggle multiple careers, and what’s rare is that you excel in each one. As a boxer, you’re a world champion, as a singer, your album sold millions of copies; it’s incredible."

Link gave a thankful smile, accepting a glass of golden whisky and, smelling the rich aroma, said,

"Amy, I have a low tolerance for alcohol; I usually only drink light beer, so I can only join you for this one glass of whisky."

"Really? A world champion boxer who can’t handle his drink?"

Amy Adams blinked in surprise.

"Yes, I can only handle a glass of this kind of drink."

"That’s alright, cheers!"

Amy held up her glass, clinked it with his, tilted her head back, and finished it in one gulp, playfully sticking out her tongue at him afterward.

Link hesitated briefly, but then drank about half of his glass, approximately 100g, noticing the strong caramel taste and rich flavors.

Alcohol was never his strength, and boxing training further limited his consumption. He usually only drank light beer and some wine, with not much interest in liquor.

"How does it feel?"

Amy Adams grinned.

"Not bad, but it’s starting to hit me."

Amy Adams watched his face redden and couldn’t help but laugh, "Link, you’re so strong, and yet you can’t hold your liquor; no one would believe that if you said it."

"Everyone has their Weaknesses, and alcohol is one of mine."

Link shrugged his shoulders.

Amy Adams gave a slight smile and poured another glass, "How about another round?"

Link reluctantly sipped a bit more, beginning to feel a bit dizzy.

As for Amy Adams, she downed her glass in one go, some of the liquid spilling down her chin to her chest, outlining the contours of her braless state. She looked very slender, youthful in appearance, yet there was a voluptuous womanliness to her.

"How about we do some script reading?"

Link suggested, holding a script from the table.

"This is our downtime, you know?"

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Amy Adams gave him a look and took the script from his hand, "Link, you said on the show last time that you could make a woman faint, was that true or just talk?"

The subject was a bit risque, especially between just the two of them.

Link laughed, "Amy, should we be discussing this privately?"

"We’re all friends here, just chatting. Come on, is it true?"

Amy nudged him with her leg.

"Alright! It’s true."

Link shrugged his shoulders.

Amy stared at him and biting her lower lip, she asked, "I’m very curious, can I experience it for myself?"

"What?"

Link was surprised by her directness.

"Do you dare to try it with me?"

With her face flushed, Amy sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Suddenly his arms were filled with a soft warmth, and his nostrils were filled with the scent of shower gel and a woman’s fragrance.

After having a drink, his head was already a bit dizzy, and now it was even more chaotic, with reason and impulse PK-ing in his brain.

By the time Amy kissed him, the faint smell of alcohol and the damp touch exploded the desires and primal instincts that had been suppressed deep within him.

What followed felt like a very strenuous dream.

West Mountain Iron Mine, the very mine he had once worked at.

In the West Mountain iron mining area, there was a 300-meter-high hill covered in grayish dust and void of vegetation.

Beneath the summit lay the mine tunnel where Link had worked for three years.

In his dream, he was back in that tunnel, still a small mine worker.

Every day, he pushed the cart, ceaselessly hauling ore out.

One cartload after another.

The cart full of ore was very heavy, weighing four to five hundred pounds, and it was even heavier when he had to push it uphill to the cave’s entrance; each time, he had to clench his teeth, muster all his muscle strength, and push with all his might just to get the cart up the slope and out of the cave.

After each cartload, he would be drenched in sweat.

But he still persevered, teeth clenched, to earn more money; he was always the hardest working miner in the mine.

Once, twice, a hundred times, two hundred times, a thousand times, two thousand times.

His arms and thighs began to tremble, and the creaking noise from the handling cart sounded as if it was about to fall apart.

He could only hold on to the cart and continue to forcefully run forward.

This was a private mine, and every extra trip meant the mining team earned more money daily, and he would receive a larger share, which was why he chose to keep going.

Three thousand times, four thousand times, five thousand times.

He didn’t know how many trips he had made, his muscles constantly trembling and he was utterly exhausted, finally collapsing inside the mine tunnel.

The next day when he woke up, he opened his eyes, and it was already 7:30 a.m., not 6:00 a.m. as he used to wake up every day.

He rubbed his forehead and smelled the fragrance on his hands, which made him recall some of last night’s events. He called out for Amy, but no one responded, and there was no one in the blanket.

If it weren’t for several strands of golden hair on the blanket, and some additional wrinkles and unidentified liquids on the bedsheets, he would have thought last night’s events were a ridiculous dream.

"How are you doing?"

Link sent a message but received no reply.

He got up for a morning run, having been busy all night in his dreams, but due to his special body constitution, after a good sleep, all his bodily functions had returned to normal, he felt refreshed and invigorated, and his physical strength seemed a bit stronger than yesterday.

As usual, he ran 20 kilometers, did ten sets of presses at the gym, ten sets of skipping rope, and ten sets of pull-ups.

At ten o’clock, he arrived at the shooting set, unexpectedly learned that Amy Adams had taken the day off; she had slipped in the bathroom the night before, injuring her hip and knee, and needed three days of rest.

Link sent another message, asking how she was and at which hospital?

Amy Adams still didn’t reply.

With the leading actress absent, the crew made a temporary change and started with the scenes between him and Christian Bale.

He and Bale had the most screen time as the first and second male leads in the production.

And Amy Adams, who originally asked for three days off, didn’t show up until the seventh day.

Perhaps she was scared, as Amy was visibly panicked when she saw him, not daring to make eye contact.

During their scenes together, director Russell yelled "Cut" more than ten times before Amy gradually regained her composure and overcame her disarray with professional acting.

However, on set, Amy never spent time alone with him unless it was necessary, and her gaze still held shyness and panic when she looked at him.

Link had wanted to apologize to her several times but never found the right opportunity.

He heard she had a boyfriend, and he had a girlfriend; to avoid any misunderstanding, he did not persist too much.

It wasn’t until he had finished filming and was leaving the set that Amy came to see him off, and he finally had the chance to say sorry.

"You shouldn’t drink anymore."

Amy Adams looked at him and said softly as she hugged his waist.

"Got it."

Link smiled lightly and waved goodbye to everyone on the set.

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