Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Another partner, Huang Jun, said.

"You don't understand boxing anyway, what are you doing at the scene? This time it's Jelun and me going, you go home and watch TV."

Wensan, holding the tickets, chuckled.

"How can you say that? I want to go to the scene too. Watching Link's boxing match live feels completely different from watching it on TV. How about we draw lots to decide who goes?"

Huang Jun grabbed Wensan's shoulder and exclaimed.

"No way! These are mine and Jelun's tickets. If you want to watch, go to the black market and buy one yourself. It costs thousands of Hong Kong dollars, not like you don't have the money."

Wensan waved his hand and laughed.

"Cough, cough!"

Jelun coughed twice, took back the two tickets from Wensan's hand, and looked apologetically at Wensan.

"Wensan, Jun, I've already given one of these tickets away. Why don't you two buy two tickets in the black market? I'll pay for them."

Wensan looked at his empty hands, and the smile that he hadn't managed to put away instantly stiffened on his face, his small mustache quivering.

In the past, when he wrote good songs, he would sing them all to Jelun, assuming the two were good brothers and comrades, sharing both troubles and joys. But now, with Jelun holding two tickets to Link's match, he wouldn't give him one and was telling him to buy from the black market.

Wensan felt utterly cold inside.

"Haha, Wensan, are you dumb? Jelun has two tickets, of course, he keeps one for his girlfriend. What are you competing with her for?"

Huang Jun roared with laughter.

"Choosing love over friendship, huh!"

Wensan glared at Jelun and turned his head to look out the cabin window, arms crossed.

Jelun touched his nose, somewhat regretting showing off the tickets.

Now that things turned out like this, he could only promise his two friends that once they flew to Hong Kong Island, he would definitely find a way to get two VIP tickets so that the four of them could enter and watch together.

Only then did Wensan slightly cool his temper on hearing Jelun's promise.

The plane drifted in the sky all night and slowly landed at Hong Kong Island International Airport at a little past ten in the morning.

Link, along with his coaching team, passed through customs and security and exited from the airport terminal.

"Link, welcome to Hong Kong Island!"

When stepping out of the airport, there were a lot of fans and media reporters, a crowded scene with thousands in sight all at once.

In the middle of the fans, there was a colorful banner that read in English, "Welcome Link to Hong Kong Island for the Match," and hundreds of fans held up his boxing posters and placards, shouting his name loudly.

Link waved his hand and, escorted by bodyguards and on-site security, moved to the forefront, shook hands with several fans, and even took a few group photos among them.

"Mr. Baker, this is your second visit to Hong Kong Island. What is your impression of Hong Kong Island?"

"Global Times" reporter, holding a microphone, asked in fluent English.

"Very good, Hong Kong Island is a beautiful city, very modern and also very characteristic of the place. I like the environment here, and the food is great too, there's a dish called sweet and sour pork right? I had it last time, and it felt amazing. This time I am planning to try several more Hong Kong dishes."

Link praised.

"Mr. Baker, this match is your first fight as a light heavyweight; your opponent is the WBA World Champion, known as the dark horse from Kazakhstan, Belrut Shumenov. Are you confident about this match?"

Phoenix Chinese Channel reporter shouted.

"Yes, when it comes to boxing matches, I never lack confidence. I've said this many times and have never let the boxing fans down. Believe me, I will raise the Golden Belt again in Hong Kong Island."

Link clenched his fist as he spoke.

"Mr. Baker, according to reports from the United States, at this year's Cannes Film Festival, you bought the North American rights to two Huaxia films and distributed them in North America, both achieving good box office results.

It is reported after you took over Lionsgate Films, you plan to increase cooperation with Huaxia films. Is this information true? What plans does Lionsgate Films have in terms of cooperating with Huaxia films, and can you reveal some details?"

TVB pay-TV station reporter asked.

TVB was also a partner in this event. During the interview, they should have been considerate, but the question asked was unrelated to the boxing match, and he didn't really want to answer.

"Yes, the Huaxia film market has great potential, and Huaxia films are also quite good. We have considered this, but how exactly we will cooperate is still under investigation and study. We might discuss this issue in the future. Today is about the boxing match, so please ask questions related to the match,"

Link said politely.

"Mr. Baker, among the Huaxia boxers, who do you think has the potential to become a world champion, and who do you most favor?"

A reporter shouted.

Link thought for a moment, said Huaxia boxers were good, but lacked international competition experience, for instance, Zou Shiming, Xiong Chaozhong, etc. Perhaps they would have a good future once they entered the professional boxing world.

After answering a few questions, Link left the scene with his coaching team and got into the business fleet arranged by the organizers.

The fans and reporters ran after him for more than ten meters before waving goodbye.

"Link is too impressive. He has so many fans even on Hong Kong Island."

In another business car, Wensan leaned against the car window, watching the thousands of Link's fans on the square and exclaimed in admiration.

"Brother's not bad either. If I went down now, I could definitely cause a traffic jam on Airport Boulevard,"

Jelun adjusted his sunglasses and said.

"Stop boasting. You posted a selfie with Link on Weibo last night. Link's fans knew he was on this flight. Your fans should also have known your arrival time at Hong Kong Island. Why were there only Link's fans at the square to greet him and none of yours?"

Wensan teased.

Jelun frowned, just about to retort, when Huang Jun pointed to the side and exclaimed, "Look over there, that group seems to be Jelun's fans."

Jelun's eyes lit up, he pushed up his sunglasses and looked out the window to see a group of about four or five hundred people holding Jelun posters, eagerly watching the airport exit.

This group was also there just now.

They were just closer to Link's group of fans, and when Link came out, they also yelled and asked Link for autographs and to take photos with him, appearing to be Link's fans.

Jelun initially thought they were Link's fans too but turned out they were his own.

"Jelun, want to go meet them?"

The agent asked from the front seat.

"Forget it, I'm tired after the overnight flight,"

Jelun put on his sunglasses, leaned back in his seat, and pretended to sleep.

The business car slowly left the Hong Kong International Airport and merged into the bustling crowded streets of Hong Kong Island.