Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Link was not interested in musicals.

But it was evening now, and he couldn't just leave Ivanka and Tiffany, the two beauties, unattended on the street.

After entering the theater, the stage was taken by the classic musical "The Phantom of the Opera."

It told the story of the early twentieth century in a Parisian opera house, where a 'Phantom' living in the labyrinth beneath the theater fell in love with an actress named Christine. He secretly taught her to sing in her dreams and helped her secure the lead role in hopes of winning her affection.

However, Christine was in love with Raoul, the theater's patron, which enraged the 'Phantom' and led to a series of murders, chases, and jealous rages.

Zhang Guorong's "Midnight Song" was based on this musical.

Having been exhausted from training during the day, and with the theater chairs being quite comfortable, Link had managed to watch the opening auction scene before he leaned against his chair and elegantly fell asleep, unaware of how long he had been out until he awoke to hear Ivanka talking to someone.

"Enough! Stop talking!" Ivanka said.

"Eva, we aren't just making things up. Look at this guy, falling asleep during such an exciting musical and even snoring. People like him simply don't understand art and are not on our level. Even if he became a billionaire, he wouldn't be, right, Ryan?" said a certain person A.

"I won't comment, but snoring here is indeed quite... out of the ordinary, ha!" said a certain person B, the voice sounding like Ryan Kunnas.

"Link's snoring is quite soft; it won't disturb anyone else," Tiffany said.

"Haha, Tiffany, regardless of how loud it is, don't you find it odd to sleep and snore at an event like this?" said a certain person C.

"What's so odd about it? I heard that when you were in school, you used to fall asleep in class all the time and were called the sleepyhead..."

"Cough, cough, cough, beautiful Tiffany, let's not talk about the past; let's continue watching the show," said the person C, interrupting Tiffany.

Tiffany smiled smugly.

"Eva, can you imagine bringing him to other sophisticated events in the future and him sleeping like he is now? Aren't you worried about becoming the laughingstock of the circle? I heard this guy is also quite a playboy, hee hee. Whether it's education, conversation, or experience, this guy is far behind Ryan. I really don't understand what you see in him. Do you like his fishy smell?" said a certain person A.

Hahaha~

A few mocking laughs spread around them.

"Peter, don't talk like that. Link is actually quite a good singer," said Little Kunnas.

"Ryan, haven't you read the news in the newspapers? He only became famous by hyping himself up; without that, he would at best be just a third-rate singer, far from a genuinely talented artist," said a certain person D.

"Indeed! They say that celebrities in the entertainment industry who rise fast also fall fast. Link only took two years to become a popular singer, and I don't think he can keep it up."

"Today's singers aren't really musicians; they are just big internet stars. They are far behind legends like John Lennon, MJ, and Bob Dylan," said another.

"You're right," agreed the people around them.

"Enough already!"

Ivanka finally said, "Do you know what you are doing? You're making fun of a world champion, a musician who has created dozens of hit songs, a twenty-one-year-old billionaire, an outstanding entrepreneur, a philanthropist who has donated more than ten million for two consecutive years... Is it really pleasurable to mock such a peer?"

"Ha—Eh!"

Tiffany laughed twice, hastily covered her mouth, and whispered, "Eva, isn't that a bit too harsh? Look at their faces—they've turned dark. Regardless, we're all friends here."

"Yes, Eva, Peter David and the others are just voicing their concerns for you, they have your best interests at heart," Ryan Kunnas said.

"Peter David Luther, I know you're not bad people, and I understand why you're hostile to Link. But as a friend, let me give you a piece of advice. You're in your twenties and still living off dividends from your family trusts. Haven't you ever thought about doing something? Look at Ryan—he has a PhD, controls a newspaper, and is the vice president of Atlantic Records as well as the vice president of Kunnas Real Estate. You're no less capable than he is, so why not follow his example and go get a PhD yourself?"

Eva spoke in a gentle, measured tone.

"Ahem, beautiful Eva, please, let's not talk about this anymore; let's just watch the play," a certain Bing said.

"Eva, by defending Link like this, do you think you could end up marrying him? Don't forget this guy is a playboy. As friends, we really don't want to see you mix with such a man. You're too good for him," a certain Jia stated.

"Peter, thanks for the reminder. But even if he is a playboy, I still like him. To me, there's no better man in the world than him," Eva replied calmly and firmly.

Hiss!

Sounds of gasping, grinding teeth, and kicking chairs filled the air around them.

After the commotion subsided, the area fell into silence, leaving only the Phantom on stage, singing "Learn To Be Lonely" in a soulful, desolate voice—gentle yet mysterious.

'Learn to be lonely, Learn to find your way in darkness, Who will be there for you, Comfort and care for you...'

Link opened his eyes and looked around; Eva, still adorned in her red dress with blonde hair, was elegantly watching the musical on stage, showcasing her long legs. To his left, Tiffany was playing with her phone.

Their seats were in a VIP box on the second floor of the Broadway Theatre's auditorium. The space wasn't crowded, featuring just over twenty sofas, tables, and even fruit, beverages, and restrooms.

When they had arrived, the VIP box had been occupied by only seven or eight people, but now the number had increased to more than ten.

Sitting beside Eva was a young man with a pale complexion and a slender figure, around thirty years old with a long, thin face, dressed in a suit, with neatly combed hair—Ryan Kunnas. Several other young men and women of similar age sat nearby and in the seats behind.

Without hearing voices, it was impossible for him to tell who was A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H.

"Link, you're awake. Do you know you've been asleep for almost an hour?"

Tiffany, noticing his awakening, grabbed his arm and shook it.

"That long?"

Link checked his watch; it was nearly nine o'clock, close to his normal bedtime.

"Yes, I shook you, slapped you, punched you, and you wouldn't wake up. You slept more deeply than someone in a coma," Tiffany said, swinging her fist dramatically.

Link gave her a sidelong glance—you do have a way with comparisons.

"Link, still feeling sleepy? If you want to sleep, we can go back now," Eva suggested. Continue your journey on My Virtual Library Empire

Link shook his head. A quick nap had dispelled most of the drowsiness. He noticed Ryan Kunnas and a few young gentlemen looking over with evident hostility and jealousy in their eyes, reminiscent of the layered faces in a Picasso painting.

Remembering their earlier taunts, he smirked and leaned closer to Eva, "I just experienced something strange. I seemed to have a dream about a woman singing with intermittent, exquisitely beautiful voice."

Pfft!

"Haha, is this guy groggy from sleep? He can even make up such lies."

"Hey, Mr. Link Baker, was the woman in your dream pretty? Was she wearing clothes?"

"Hahaha!"

Some people, A, B, C, D, and E, burst into laughter.

"Quiet down!"

Ivanka gave the people a glance of impatience and turned to Link, "Are you serious?"

"I don't believe it either. There are no ghosts in the Broadway Theatre."

Tiffany said.

"Really, I remember some of the lyrics and the tune of that song. I just tried to recall it, and I have never heard it before,"

"Impossible, don't talk nonsense, this is New York, there definitely are no ghosts here."

Tiffany, arms crossed, leaned in towards Link.

"Ridiculous!"

The voice of someone A came from behind, "Falling asleep during the musical is okay, but to make up such an absurd excuse to hide your embarrassment is just laughable."

"Yes, I don't believe it either," said someone C.

"Do you still remember that song?"

Ivanka asked.

Link nodded, thought back a little, and softly began to sing the chorus of the song.

I stay up all night

I can't sleep through the night

Tell myself I'm alright

Lie to myself that everything's okay

Baby, you're just harder to see than most

You're too elusive

I put the record on

I play the record

Wait 'til I hear our song

Waiting to hear our song

Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

Every night, I dance with your ghost

Every night I'm dancing with your ghost

Every night, I dance with your ghost

"Sss~~"

When Link sang the line 'Every night, I dance with your ghost,' everyone around him shivered in unison, and Tiffany, startled, let out a small cry and grabbed Link's arm to drape over her shoulder, nervously looking around.

"The Phantom of the Opera" is about a phantom hiding in the basement of a theater who falls in love with the female lead, Christine, and often teaches her to sing in her dreams.

Just now, Link was sitting here watching "The Phantom of the Opera," and suddenly fell asleep during it, and no amount of calling could wake him. When he woke up, he mentioned a woman singing in his ear, a song that was very beautiful and very sorrowful. Could it be a female ghost has fallen for Link, teaching him to sing in this way?

Thinking all this, Tiffany grew even more nervous.

"Could there really be a female ghost in the theater? Did she fall in love with Link because she saw how handsome he is?"

"Stop joking."

Although the Ryan Kunnas group were believers and believed in God, they didn't believe there were ghosts here. But hearing Link's song, with lyrics and melody that sounded like they were sung by a woman, which were also enchanting, it seemed impossible for Link to have made up such a good song on the spot. Could there really be a 'female ghost' who took a fancy to Link, and taught him the song in his dream?

"I get it now, this is the new song your company has prepared for Lana, right?"

Someone A said.

Ivanka looked at Link and, taking his hand, said, "Don't mind them. This song is great; let's go back and record it."

"Alright then!"

Link shrugged his shoulders; he had wanted to continue proving his point, but Ivanka didn't seem interested in that.

"Wait for me, Eva, you're worried about Link being snatched away by that female ghost, aren't you? You're right, I feel a bit cold here."

Tiffany sprang up, grabbed her purse, and chased after the two.

Ryan Kunnas and the others looked at each other.

At that moment, the stage was performing a scene where the male lead, Raoul, was leading a pursuit of the phantom, trying to get Christine back, and the theater, from stage to audience, from all directions, resounded with the ethereal and sinister voice of the ghost.

As the ghostly voice said, 'Hehe, I'm here!' 'Hehe, I'm here!'

Boom! The large chandelier above the stage suddenly fell, plunging the theater into darkness.

This was a scene intended to scare the audience.

But the prop master had engineered it too cleverly; the descent of the chandelier was too swift, and the lights went out too quickly.

The audience, completely engrossed, was unprepared and many screamed in fright.

Ryan Kunnas and his friends also shuddered, thinking of Link's tale of hearing a ghost sing in his dream, of 'dancing with a ghost each night', and felt the temperature in the box seemed even chillier.