Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Isn't this going a bit too far?"

In Brooklyn, inside the Black Gold Music Club, Eminem looked at Kanye and the others and said, "Link has already compromised, so stop targeting him. Continuing this strife is bad for everyone; don't forget the rap feud of the nineties, which ended with huge losses on both sides."

"Em, do you call that a compromise from Link? The fans are right, they're just promoting their single and piggybacking off your fame. Are you okay with that?"

50 Cent asked.

Eminem shrugged. "The facts spoken by Link's side are true, this song was originally a collaboration between him and me. Now that he's stepped back voluntarily and let me recommend someone else for the song, that's considerate enough.

They intentionally mentioned in the statement that Mars was recommended by me to avoid dragging me into it, which was entirely well-intentioned. I don't mind being mentioned by them.

Besides, the fans are right; this song is a collaboration between Mars and Bobby. Those two newcomers won't affect the chart rankings, so what exactly are you worried about?"

Dreadlock-sporting Lil Wayne stood in front of the turntable, holding a microphone and said, "Em, things are different now. It's the fans targeting Link, not us. We can't stop them."

Eminem shook his head. "I've said it before, reconciling with Link's side is easy. All you need to do is publicly express that you like Link's songs or that you are fans of his martial artist persona, and your fans won't target him anymore. The discord between the fans of both sides will cease as well."

"Em, are you joking? If we say we like Link's songs, once the fans know, they'll call us wimps."

T.I. kept shaking his head; for rap artists, face is very important as it can affect sales of their next album.

Lil Wayne continued into the microphone, "Also, Em, you forgot someone."

"Who? Can you stop holding that damn microphone when you speak? We're not deaf," Eminem said, digging at his ear.

Lil Wayne shrugged and put down the mic, "Wiz Khalifa. He's West Coast rap, Snoop Dogg's protégé. After Tupac died, it's rare for West Coast rappers to top the rap charts.

His collaboration with Link being number one on the rap chart for two consecutive weeks is like urinating on the heads of us East Coast rappers. Even if we agree, would the fans?" Jay-Z, who initially recommended Kanye and T.I.'s new song, chose to release his own track early last week, partly for this reason."

50 Cent said, "Link, a pop singer, is deliberately releasing rap songs after clashing with us, which is a provocation. Knowing our conflict with West Coast rap, he still intentionally collaborated with a West Coast rapper. That's a double provocation. We're right to hit back."

Upon hearing their explanations, Eminem realized that the situation had become even more complicated. It wasn't just a feud between Link and Kanye and a few others, it had also escalated into an East Coast versus West Coast issue.

The entanglement of these two conflicts made the situation even more serious.

Eminem felt helpless, "Originally, you guys wouldn't let me work with Link, and he had no choice but to collaborate with West Coast rap. So how has it become his fault now?"
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"Em, it's pointless to discuss who's right or wrong now. The war has started, and we can only keep winning,"

Dreadlock-sporting Lil Wayne said as he picked up the mic, clenching his fist.

"Lil, well said!"

50 Cent, T.I., Drake, and others shouted, waving their fists.

Eminem felt that this group was getting more dangerous. He looked at Kanye West, who looked dejected. This guy was the backbone of East Coast rap, with both parents being university professors and having studied in Huaxia. He was one of the few among them from an educated family.

"Kanye, you should also know that we can't let the situation get worse. Shouldn't you step forward and do something?" Eminem asked.

Kanye frowned and asked, "Do what? That bastard Link first leveraged off my fame, and now he's leveraging off yours. It's despicable. I advise you to stay away from him."

Eminem said helplessly, "Can we not bring up piggybacking off fame? Link is a sports star and a popular singer with international fame far greater than ours. Does he need to piggyback off our fame?"

"That's also because he piggybacked off mine. At the beginning of the year when he released his album, he was just a nobody. If he hadn't deliberately had a beef with me, creating a lot of big news, who would know of a little singer named Link?"

Kanye said with a dark expression.

Eminem covered his face, feeling that this guy was impossible to communicate with. He looked at Kanye, Lil Wayne, and the others and shrugged his shoulders.

"Whatever you want, I'm done. I'm going back to the recording studio to record songs. I'll be busy for the next two months and won't be answering calls. Don't bother inviting me for drinks either."

Having said that, Eminem waved his hand and left.

Lil Wayne watched him go and shook his head, "Em is white, his heart is still biased towards Link."

"Shut up!"

Kanye yelled, "Damn it, put that f*cking microphone down, and Em is our friend, so stop talking behind his back like he isn't."

Lil shrugged, dropped the mic and said, "I know, I was just kidding."

"Hmph! Don't make those kinds of jokes in the future. Originally, I didn't have much of an issue with Link, but you ran onto the Grammy stage and made a huge fuss. When Link released his new song last time, I wasn't planning to release mine early, but you came to me and persuaded me. Now that things have escalated this much, you hold a lot of responsibility."

Kanye cursed with a dark expression on his face.

Lil spread his hands and said with a bitter smile, "Kanye, you're wronging me. That wasn't my intention."

"Hmph! Lately, restrain your fans. MJ's comeback concert is about to start, can you give MJ some face?"

Kanye glared at them all, cursed a few f*cks irritably, and left the club too.

Lil shook his head and cursed that it was all Link's fault.

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"Link, there have been a lot of negative comments online recently, and some people want to label you a racist again. Regarding this issue, after a meeting and discussion, we've come up with an appropriate solution. Do you want to hear it?"

Link was on his way to the boxing gym in the morning when he received a call from Ivanka.

"What's the solution?"

Link asked. As a public figure, he didn't want to be tagged with that label; such a label could greatly limit the development of his career.

"We suggest you get an African American girlfriend. Considering you already have a girlfriend, we're ready to arrange an African American model to spread rumors with you. What do you think? If you're worried about Taylor's opinion, I can explain it to her personally," Ivanka inquired.

Link was stunned, "You must be joking."

Ivanka said in an indifferent voice, "But this really is the most effective way to clear your name."

"Sure, clear the racist label only to get a new one as a scumbag. I could reject that awful idea with my toes. Is this really the great solution you guys came up with in the meeting?" Link asked helplessly.

There was silence on Ivanka's side, but Link faintly heard laughter before she continued, "Okay, I just made that up on the spot. But do you have a better idea?"

Link shook his head, "I'm an artist. It's your job as the president to figure out a way to clear my name and build a good reputation. You're asking me?"

"Fine, I'll get in touch with Dynasty Promotion Company and work on a joint PR effort to clear your name. For now, don't make any public responses about this, and remember to bring bodyguards when you're outside. Many fans of those rap artists are criminals, so be careful."

"I understand!"

Link glanced at Bob and Wallace in the seat in front of him.

Bob was of Mexican descent, 45 years old, served four years in the military, six years as a police officer, and came to America ten years ago. He was Link's driver.

Wallace was of German descent, 42 years old, had served five years in the Marine Corps, worked twelve years in security at Golden Shield Defense Company, and now was Link's bodyguard.

Both men were bodyguards arranged for Link by Link Music and Dynasty Promotion, and they both had gun permits.

In terms of safety, Link wasn't too worried. He didn't believe there was anyone who would try to pull off an assassination in this day and age.

However, to avoid any accidents, he had mostly been in closed training at the boxing gym since the competition ended.

He really wanted to know if the slowing down of his strength and speed gains was due to reduced training time, a bottleneck, or physical limitations, and whether there was a solution to the problem?

After all, a healthy body and strong capabilities were fundamental to standing on his own and earning a living, no matter the environment.

Becoming stronger was more important than earning hundreds of millions of US Dollars.

He was very clear on that.