Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 943 - 659: Donations and the Yard

Aside from that, he also began to pay attention to personal safety.

To prevent accidents, he hired a retired veteran as his driver and bodyguard, and his assistants increased to two.

To show social responsibility as a public figure, he donated 10 million yuan in funds and supplies through the 1+1 charity organization to several areas affected by natural disasters, supporting post-disaster reconstruction.

He also donated 200 elementary and middle schools through the 1+1 charity organization to the National Hope Project, which is expected to be completed within the next five years, involving over 100 million yuan.

"Donate 100 million yuan? That’s a lot. I probably won’t earn that much in my entire life."

In the Flower Fairy Film office, Liu Yifei said with wide eyes.

"Not true. You’re only 19 and already a huge star. Someday, your net worth will be at least 1 billion."

Link said while flipping through the documents in his hand.

"Impossible. My current pay for a single film is barely 1 million. I’d have to act in a thousand films to earn 1 billion. Even if I live to be 100, I wouldn’t finish 1,000 films."

Liu Yifei calculated on her fair and slender fingers.

"How much was your pay in 2003? Was it even 10,000 yuan? In just three years, it’s already grown to 1 million. Three years later, it might be 10 million. You have to look at these things with a developmental perspective."

Link said with a smile.

"It does seem to make sense."

Liu Yifei tilted her head, thought for a while, then smiled softly, "If I earn 1 billion, how about I donate 100 million as well?"

"Absolutely! You’re a beautiful and kindhearted fairy goddess. Doing good deeds will make you even more radiant."

Link said.

"It’s settled then."

Liu Yifei leaned on his shoulder, pointing with her slender fingertip at the photos in the documents he held, "This is Zhu Yawen. He’s not considered handsome in our class, but he studies very hard and acts exceptionally well. When Mom asked for my opinion last time, I recommended him."

"Looks pretty good. Seems fit for period dramas."

Link said while looking at Zhu Yawen’s profile.

After he made a proposal last year, the company signed seven new artists—Huang Bo, Jiang Yiyi, Zhu Yawen, and Luo Jin—four of whom were Liu Yifei’s classmates. Shu Chang is Feifei’s cousin. The other two names are unfamiliar, but they seem to be attractive actors.

"Link, do you know Yang Mi? She played Guo Xiang in ’The Return of the Condor Heroes.’ A couple of days ago, she called to ask if she could join our company. Should we let her?"

Liu Yifei leaned against him and asked.

"Such small matters are for you and your mom to decide. No need to ask me."

Link said while gently pinching her cheek with a smile.

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes at him, grabbed his hand, and playfully bit it.

"Feifei! Pay attention to your public image!"

Liu Xiaoli glared at her daughter and sat down on the sofa opposite, saying, "It’s not just Yang Mi. I just got off the phone with Wang Jinhua; she was talking about company matters and seems interested in bringing people over. Even other actors in the circle are unusually warm when they meet me, all trying to join our company. Lately, scripts we receive have also significantly increased compared to before."

"Hmph! Back when our Flower Fairy was a new company, they tried every way to steal our resources and looked down on us. Now that Flower Fairy is flourishing, they’re all crawling back."

Liu Yifei wrinkled her nose.

Link chuckled lightly and turned to Liu Xiaoli, "The company is under your management. You decide how to handle it."

"Wang Jinhua has a good reputation, but she has too many people under her. Our company currently can’t accommodate them. If she’s willing to let go of some and bring over a few veteran actors, that might be acceptable."

Liu Xiaoli said.

"Let’s go with that. Make bold decisions. If any mistakes happen, I’ll cover for you."

Link said.

Liu Xiaoli rolled her eyes at him. She, a middle-aged woman and a senior, wouldn’t need a twenty-something-year-old man to ’cover for her.’

But hearing Link’s net worth was over 1 billion suddenly gave her peace of mind. She felt more capable of dealing with matters calmly and confidently.

That feeling was reassuring.

After discussing work, they had a meal together. Link drove home afterward. He currently lived in a large courtyard residence in Fuxiang Alley in East District.

The courtyard was only 100 meters from Di’anmen and within proximity of the Forbidden City Museum, Prince Gong Mansion Museum, and Shichahai Park. The property covered an area of 2,089.4 square meters with 32 houses, spanning seven sections.

At the beginning of the year, he purchased it for 38 million yuan.

Starting early this year, renovations totaled nearly 15 million, transforming the courtyard while maintaining its traditional charm on the outside and modern comfort inside, making it highly convenient to live in.

After graduating from university, he and Zhang Zilin moved into the courtyard.

However, Zhang Zilin had been away recently, competing in the Miss World pageant, so the courtyard currently housed only him, two maids, and a chef.

Link changed into workout gear and headed to the training area for some fitness exercises.

He had recently leveled up to the super middleweight class, and his weight increased to around 80 kilograms. Standing at 184 centimeters, the average person with similar weight might appear neither fat nor thin, but his well-trained physique, packed with muscle, made 80 kilograms look powerful and imposing.

By the time he finished training and had his nutritional meal at around 5 p.m., he called Zhang Zilin. During the call, he noticed Tang Yan had sent him a message three hours earlier asking if he’d swing by, mentioning she could cook dinner for him.

Link finished his call with Zhang Zilin and phoned Tang Yan back, explaining he had been training.

Tang Yan said she guessed as much and asked if he’d visit her, mentioning she had bought a new dress and wanted him to see it.

Link thought about it and agreed.

About ten minutes later, he drove to the filmmaker housing complex where Tang Yan lived. As he got out of the car, he encountered Yu Feihong, who was carrying a small handbag as she got out of her car.

Link had occasionally run into her during visits to Tang Yan. Yu Feihong greeted him cheerfully, joking about him visiting a friend again.

Link calmly confirmed.

Yu Feihong smiled, then joked in the elevator, asking if all men were flirtatious.

Link replied not necessarily. He explained that athletes have unique physical conditions and hyperactive hormones, which might increase their needs.

Yu Feihong twitched her lips slightly but said nothing further.

Link asked if Yu Feihong was married.

Yu Feihong replied she wasn’t.

Link asked if she had a boyfriend.

Yu Feihong mentioned she preferred solitude and didn’t need a man, her tone slightly irritated.

Link chuckled but didn’t pursue the conversation further. When the elevator reached the fifth floor, Yu Feihong casually invited him to her place for tea.

Link agreed, surprising her, and followed her out of the elevator.

Yu Feihong’s apartment was tastefully designed, simple yet elegant. A magazine rack held various books and papers, and a Persian cat lounged on the sofa. Two vases with artistic floral arrangements sat on a countertop, further reflecting the aesthetic of a literary young woman.

Yu Feihong, evidently unused to hosting, made him a cup of tea and then sat across from him, pursing her lips as if hesitant to speak.

Link asked what she taught at the university.

Yu Feihong explained she taught multiple subjects, including art theory and acting studies.

Link asked if she was currently working on new projects, confessing his appreciation for her films.

Yu Feihong mentioned she hadn’t taken on acting roles for the second half of the year as she was preparing to become a director. She was currently organizing a script and handed him one titled "Love Will Return" from her desk.

Link skimmed through it. A literary film about a love story crossing time and space between a human and a ghost. The story was good, but it was likely not commercial enough for high box office returns.

Link chatted with her about the script briefly before noticing the late hour. He then excused himself.

Upstairs, Tang Yan’s apartment had an array of delicate cold dishes and a bottle of red wine prepared. She wore a burgundy dress, her slightly wavy hair draped over her shoulders. Her face was flushed, her entire appearance exuding fashionable charm and a fuller figure compared to last year.

Link had a glass of wine with Tang Yan and then wrinkled her dress during an intense release at the dining table.

The following day, Link woke early and resumed training, preparing for the Doha Asian Games in December and next year’s super middleweight Boxing King unification match.

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