Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

I ran, I climbed, I soared

I was undefeated

Jumping out of my skin, pulled the chord

Yeah, I believed it

After seeing off Director Darren, Taylor continued to read the screenplay in the bar. On the small stage of the bar, a female singer with thick makeup was holding a guitar and singing Taylor's new song "Dream It Possible". She sang quite well.

Unfortunately, it wasn't a familiar face, and Link didn't know her potential, so he hesitated to scoop her up.

In fact, after founding his music company, he had thought about signing some unknown singers to fill the talent pool of the company, earn some extra money, and make the Link music label famous.

But those he knew had already debuted, and those who hadn't were still too young, so there was no opportunity to pick up overlooked talent. Experience tales at empire

"Mr. Saffron, what do you think of my new screenplay?"

As he was reading the screenplay, he heard someone in the adjacent seat discussing a screenplay, he glanced over, and it was not the film star he had expected, but two average-looking middle-aged men.

The talking man was in his thirties, wearing a jacket and glasses, looking like a liberal arts teacher.

"Chris, are you sure this is the new screenplay you wrote? Just in a wooden box? One actor? One phone? Is that even a script? Do you think something like this would interest viewers?

Sorry Chris, I'm busy today, contact me next time when you have a real good screenplay."

The man in the black suit dropped the screenplay, picked up his bag from the seat, and left.

Thud!

The man's bag fell to the floor along with the screenplay, and Link glanced over.

On the white cover of the screenplay, there was the word 'Buried' in large letters. Seeing this title, he remembered a rather unique suspense film, the 2010 movie "Buried" starring Ryan Reynolds.

Could it be the same screenplay?

He bent down to pick it up and said to the man across, "Sir, may I have a look?"

"Oh, please!"

The man next door nodded and suddenly stared at his face, surprised, "Are you the World Boxing Champion, Mr. Link Baker?"

"That's me!"

"Hello Mr. Baker, I'm a big fan of your boxing, and so is my son. He also likes your songs and has bought your albums."

The man who looked like a teacher stood up excitedly and spoke.

Link shook his hand and invited him to sit down, asking about his identity, Chris Sparling, an editor at Variety magazine, a newcomer screenwriter with no film works to his name yet.

Link flipped through the screenplay, which told the story of a construction contractor working in Iraq. He was attacked by a bomb on his way home from work, woke up to find himself lying in a coffin, buried in a desert with only a mobile phone and a flashlight. Once aware of his situation, he began to use the tools at hand to attempt his escape.

The screenplay was the same as the plot of "Buried" that he had seen.

Link was pleasantly surprised, remembering that the movie was made on a small budget of about two to three million dollars and later grossed twenty to thirty million worldwide, winning numerous awards at film festivals around the globe.

It was a low-budget film that had been a box office and critical success.

If he could obtain the rights to adapt the screenplay and invest in making it into a movie, he could stand to make a tidy profit in the future.

He looked at Chris Sparling, who appeared anxious, "Mr. Sparling, is the story in this screenplay true?"

Screenwriter Chris shook his head, "It was based on a news story I saw. An American hostage was buried underground by terrorists in the Middle East for five days and was eventually rescued by rainwater. I was inspired by this news and wrote the screenplay, completely original work."

Link nodded, "Do you still have the adaptation rights to this screenplay?"

"Yes, I wrote this screenplay in '06, and after finishing it I thought it was quite good, so I sent it to more than a dozen movie companies, hoping to make an impression. Unfortunately, after two years, there was no response. I didn't want to see my work buried, so I reached out to some producers I knew to take a look at the screenplay, but so far no one is interested."

Screenwriter Chris said regretfully.

Link, holding the screenplay, pondered for a moment, "Mr. Sparling, I don't know why others weren't interested, but after reading it, I find it very intriguing. Such a screenplay shouldn't be overlooked. I'd like to buy the adaptation rights to "Buried" and make it into a movie in the future. Would you sell them?"

"Mr. Baker, are you serious?"

Screenwriter Chris looked at him in disbelief; Link had decided to buy his rights after just one reading. This was incredibly surprising to him, and very moving.

He used to tell people how great the screenplay was and that it would make a terrific movie, but no one believed him.

Now that Link had read it just once and wanted to buy the adaptation rights, screenwriter Chris suddenly felt like he had found a kindred spirit.

"Mr. Baker, if you can turn this screenplay into a film within three years, I'll give you the adaptation rights for free, not one cent required,"

screenwriter Chris said excitedly.

"For free?"

Link smiled, waved his hand, and said, "Don't worry, I'll get this screenplay filmed, but let's do things according to market rates. Whatever is due for the adaptation rights should be paid. After all, the screenplay is the result of your labor, and I don't want something for nothing."

Screenwriter Chris smiled happily and eventually quoted the lowest price—for the adaptation rights, thirty thousand for three years, a hundred thousand for five years.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Link thought for a moment and agreed.

He then called Mrs. Mandy to discuss the screenplay adaptation rights and asked her to find a lawyer to draw up a copyright contract and send it over.

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"Link, what are you doing buying screenplays? Don't tell me you're thinking of changing careers to become a director."

After signing the contract, Mrs. Mandy asked with curiosity.

Link looked at the copyright contract and screenplay in his hands and laughed, "I'm planning to set up another film studio, invest in making films. What do you think?"

Mrs. Mandy looked at him and said, "That's great. One day you tell me you're running for President, and I wouldn't be surprised."

"An election?"

Link stroked his chin and thought seriously.

Mrs. Mandy blinked and stared at him, "You're not actually considering it, are you?"

Link laughed, "Just kidding. I bought this screenplay because it's low-cost, a good trial run. But you don't need to worry—I won't be investing in films in the next two years. My focus for the next couple of years is on boxing, trying to earn some more money. The purpose of creating a film studio is to collect screenplays."

Mrs. Mandy breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his response.

After becoming Link's agent, she realized how busy he was—up at six in the morning for fitness training, at least six hours of boxing training every day, and then practice on the guitar and piano; sometimes he'd even go to the studio to practice singing.

Now he was starting to read screenplays, preparing to become an actor. If he were to start up another film company, he'd probably be working himself to death.

"After 'Dream It Possible' became a huge hit, many media outlets called Link Music, wanting to interview you. You were busy with training and competition the other day, so I didn't tell you. Do you want to accept the interview?"

Mrs. Mandy said, looking towards the singer performing on stage.

Link thought it over and declined; he wasn't a professional musician and knew little about songwriting, so he couldn't possibly answer the reporters' questions. It was better to remain silent and maintain an air of mystery.

"There's one more thing."

Mrs. Mandy put away the documents on the table, "Christmas is coming up. Do you have any plans?"

"Christmas?"

Link was taken aback. Time passed quickly; he remembered it was May when he had arrived, and in the blink of an eye, it was almost the end of the year.

"I don't seem to have any plans."

Because of the role he was playing, he had no plans to return to Miami anytime soon. Taylor was busy running around, and even if Taylor had no engagements on Christmas Day, he'd still be at home. As for Catherine, she had remarried, and he didn't intend to disturb them.

Link realized that even in New York, he was still a loner.

"How about spending Christmas at my place? There's just my daughter Saffron at home, it'll be livelier with you there,"

Mrs. Mandy asked expectantly.

Link smiled gently, "Wouldn't that be a disturbance?"

"Not at all. If Saffron knew you were coming over for Christmas, she would be thrilled,"

Mrs. Mandy said with a smile.

After thinking it over, Link nodded and accepted the invitation.

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