Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

The crew member came over to remind them.

Link nodded, greeted Wendi Deng, and walked onto the set to perform.

His part wasn't large, mainly consisting of five scenes. The first was singing "Can I Get a Kiss" in a high-end bar in Dahai City to confess his love to Sophia Snowflake.

Link was a singer, good at both English and Chinese songs.

Dressed in a black suit, he stood on stage with a microphone and said to the guests below, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to sing a song for the most infuriating, most stubborn woman I've ever met. This song..."

Laughter and applause rose from the audience.

Link smiled as well and continued, "Yes, she's here in the audience and knows I'm talking about her. As for the rest of you, you can guess. This song perfectly describes what our relationship was like, begging her for a kiss, music!"

The live music started to play, and Link tapped his fingers, singing the English version of "Can I Get a Kiss" with the accompaniment.

give me just one kiss, yes or no

kiss on my face, Leave a love mark of you

give me just one kiss, yes or no

...

The extras beneath the stage also began to dance gracefully.

The lighting for this scene was handled by the special effects artist from "Star Trek," and it looked really good, giving off a high-quality feel.

Link came off the stage, singing and swaying his shoulders, relaxed and effortless in his performance.

Director Wang Ying watched his performance and nodded slightly.

No wonder he was an actor who had worked with the great director Woody Allen. His actions, language, expressions, and even micro-expressions were all well-calibrated, and there wasn't a hint of stiffness in his performance.

Originally, when Wendi Deng mentioned giving this role to Link, he was a bit worried, thinking that a Boxer turned singer wasn't quite right, and that filming might be difficult.

Now it seemed that his previous concerns were unfounded.

Alice Lee was also sitting on set, watching Link's performance with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

She had seen Link's performance in "Fighter," and while he was good, he was just that—good, not quite a top-tier actor.

But in just over half a year, his acting had improved tremendously. His performance style was more mature, his delivery more stable.

And there was that natural aura of an international superstar about him, which was very attractive.

"See, I told you this guy is amazing, capable of succeeding at anything. Now do you believe me?"

Wendi Deng said.

"I believe it, but it's a pity he's too young. If he were a bit older, I would definitely pursue him,"

Alice Lee joked.

"You're just in your thirties, not old at all. Do you know Marion Cotillard? She's fourteen years older than Blink, and the two of them are still hot and heavy. This shows that Link won't care about age when chasing girls. Chris, if you want to pursue Link, you might have a chance,"

Wendi Deng replied with a light laugh.

Alice listened to Wendi's words and watched Link in the center of the dance floor. She couldn't help the skip in her heartbeat, feeling a hint of temptation to try, but she knew it wasn't right and quickly reined in her racing thoughts, admonishing,

"Sis, don't stir the pot. If I run into his room in the middle of the night and scare him away, and there's no one to shoot the movie, you can't blame me."

"Not a chance, Link has a big appetite. If you dare to go to his room at night, he's bound to devour you completely."

Wendi Deng laughed softly.

Alice suddenly remembered the way Link had his hands in his pockets when they parted at the seafood restaurant, her face growing hot at the thought of actually going to Link's room at night, perhaps never coming out.

She gave Wendi Deng a look, asking her to stop talking so she wouldn't be distracted during the shooting.

Wendi Deng patted her shoulder, telling her that Link had invested a huge sum of money in Wanda Film Industry to support Chris Liu.

This news had already spread in the entertainment industry's capital circle, and everyone knew that Chris was Link's person. Those who had bullied Chris and blocked her career were now likely looking to mend their relationship with her to avoid offending Link.

Alice asked how much money Link had invested in Wanda Film Industry? The specifics weren't public, and ordinary people didn't know the details.

Wendi Deng held up two fingers.

Alice asked if it was twenty million?

Wendi Deng simply said to add another zero.

Alice felt a shiver inside, sighing to herself at how wealthy this Playboy was, spending over two hundred million for a girl. Two hundred million divided would make two billionaires, yet he spent it on one woman.

Before, Alice didn't understand the meaning of a "rich girl," but now she did—Chris Liu was worth two billion.

"This guy isn't afraid of going broke?"

Alice Lee thought to herself as she watched Link in the middle of the set.

"Can I Get a Kiss, is it possible

Kiss on my face, leave a love signature

Can I Get a Kiss, is it possible

Kiss on my heart, make me miss you

Even when I look into your eyes, if you don't agree..."

After singing the English version of "give me just one kiss," Link continued singing the Chinese version of "Can I Get a Kiss."

"Cut!"

After one run-through, Director Wang Ying called a break, walked over to Link, and hesitated before telling him his Mandarin was too standard, lacking a bit of flavor. She hoped that when he sang, he would not pronounce it too perfectly.

Link was somewhat speechless.

Ever since becoming Link, due to the different structure of his tongue and throat muscles, and a different way of articulation, even though he knew how to speak the most standard Mandarin, the Mandarin he spoke was still awkward, coming out as 'foreign Chinese'.

Before shooting this film, Director Wang Ying told him to learn this Chinese song in advance and to practice fluently. As a result, he had to take time out of his concert schedule to practice this song, receiving guidance on his pronunciation from Chris and his singing coach.