Chapter 357: Mimi's Reward

It rained all night in Shanghai.

In the morning, the sky gradually cleared up, revealing blue skies and white clouds, and the sunlight became exceptionally clear.

Link ran fifteen kilometers on the treadmill in the gym, did twenty sets of strength training on the weightlifting machine, ten sets of sit-ups, and jumped rope for half an hour.

He was covered in sweat, his muscles were once again full, and his whole body was filled with a sense of power. He was very satisfied with this feeling.

Wiping away his sweat, he returned to his hotel room and encountered Jennifer Shu coming out of the bedroom. She was wearing a light T-shirt, a sexy skirt, white shoes, and had her hair in a bun, looking very fresh.

Link picked her up, lifted her skirt and white T-shirt, and leaned her against the wall, casually asking about Chris's condition.

Jennifer hugged his neck tightly, trembling and saying she was fine.

Applying some medicine and resting for a day would be enough; she was in better shape than Jennifer had been that day.

Link nodded and continued his actions.

Jennifer continued, saying that Liu Li had just called to inquire about the situation. Feifei said she was fine, but Liu Li heard her voice was a bit hoarse and was worried, insisting on coming over to check on her.

Feifei couldn't put her off and had to tell her the room number. Liu Li would be arriving soon.

Link thought it would be awkward to meet Liu Li here later, so he told Shu Chang that he would go downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast. After Feifei's mother checked on her, please ask her not to leave yet, as he wanted to talk to her.

Jennifer nodded in agreement.

Link came out of the bathroom, changed his clothes, and went to the bedroom to see Chris.

Chris was still asleep, her eyes closed, breathing shallowly. Her small face was pale and delicate, her skin like translucent congealed fat. She looked like the Little Dragon Girl sleeping on an ice bed, even more beautiful than last night. He kissed the girl's forehead and went downstairs to the dining area for breakfast.

The Hilton Hotel's breakfast was very rich, with French, Italian, Japanese, and various Chinese foods, displayed in the window for guests to enjoy.

Link had a luxurious dinner last night and felt a bit greasy, wanting to eat something light. So he only took a glass of plain water, a few slices of toast, boiled eggs, and a corn on the cob.

Wallace and Bob, who came with him, were different. They filled their plates with grilled fish and steak, treating breakfast as lunch.

Link took his plate and sat down in a small booth. As he started eating, he heard someone talking outside. It was a woman, speaking in not-so-fluent English, telling Wallace that her name was Emily Yang, a friend of Link and Chris Liu, and she had something to discuss with them.

Wallace asked if she had an appointment.

Emily Yang said no.

Wallace said that Mr. Baker was having breakfast and it was not convenient to see guests now.

Emily Yang said she could wait outside.

Link ate a few pieces of bread, wiped his hands, and told Wallace outside to invite Miss Yang in.

Emily Yang pushed open the glass door and walked in, wearing a slip dress, ponytail, bangs, and light makeup, looking much fresher than last night.

"Good morning, Mr. Baker, sorry to interrupt your meal."

Emily Yang greeted him calmly.

"Hello, Ms. Yang, what can I do for you?"

Link reached out and shook her hand, inviting her to sit across the table.

Emily Yang looked at his face, took a deep breath, and said in not-so-fluent English,

"Mr. Baker, I saw in the news that you are not only a singer, boxer, and actor, but also an excellent entrepreneur, very good at investing. I would like to ask if you are interested in investing in the Chinese entertainment industry.

Since 2008, the development of Chinese entertainment has been accelerating. In 2005, the mainland movie box office was only 3.87 billion yuan, and by last year it had grown to 6.206 billion yuan. This year, the movie market is doing even better, with ten movies grossing over 100 million yuan in the first eight months.

This shows that the Chinese entertainment industry is developing faster and faster, and it is a very valuable industry to invest in."

Emily Yang seemed to have done her homework beforehand, talking to him eloquently about the development of the domestic film, television, and music industries in recent years, telling him that investing in the Chinese entertainment industry would definitely make money.

But she didn't do much homework, or rather, it wasn't in-depth enough. The information and data she brought out were collected from magazines and had little reference value.

Also, she only mentioned the growth of domestic movie box office, but did not say what the reasons for the growth were, what the potential and challenges of the domestic film industry were, and what the advantages of Chinese entertainment were compared to the American entertainment industry. If she got the investment, where would she start?

These are the points that investors most want to hear, but unfortunately she did not mention any of them.

Compared with the managers of Wall Street investment banks, she seemed extremely amateur in attracting investment.

However, Link was still willing to give her a chance, because she was ambitious, capable, daring to think and do, and these points alone were much better than many actresses. Her success in the original time and space also showed that she was indeed a woman with potential.

"Ms. Yang!"

Link interrupted her, picked up an egg and handed it to her, asking, "If I give you ten million dollars, how much can you earn me back in a year?"

"Ten million dollars?" Emily Yang was stunned for a moment, a little confused by his sudden question, but also very surprised.

In fact, she came here today just to try and see if she could get on Link's line. When she was saying those words just now, she didn't have much confidence herself.

But she didn't expect Link to say he would give her ten million dollars to invest.

Everything seemed easier than she had imagined.

She suppressed her inner excitement and thought about Link's question. If she could get ten million dollars from him, according to the current exchange rate, it would be more than 78 million yuan. With this more than 70 million yuan as capital, how much could she earn back in a year?

Emily Yang thought about it carefully and gave an answer, five million dollars.

With ten million dollars as investment capital, it shouldn't be difficult to earn five million dollars within a year.

"Five million?"

Link raised his eyebrows, feeling that this girl was quite honest.

Once a Wall Street investment bank manager approached him for investment and talked about a bunch of profitable projects.

Link also asked the same question.

The other party's answer was at least one hundred million, or as much as one billion dollars. Yes, investing ten million and earning him back ten billion within a year.

The manager also explained in detail how he would operate and earn ten billion after having the money.

If he really believed that person's nonsense and handed over the money to him to manage, the other party would use it as a threat to ask him to invest more after getting his ten million. If he didn't continue to follow the investment, he would lose more, similar to kidnapping.

The main thing is to get the money first, and then care about how much money you can earn later.

And Emily Yang told him after careful consideration that she could earn him back five million dollars a year.

Although it was also nonsense, it was somewhat sincere.

"How are you going to earn it?"

Link asked.

"Mr. Baker, I have two options. The first is to invest in movies. The current film industry is quite profitable. I will use my personal connections to invest in one or two good movie projects.

 I am sure I can make money.

The second is that the entertainment industry brokerage companies are also very profitable. I plan to follow the example of South Korea's SM company and sign many potential artists for training. The current entertainment industry is developing rapidly and needs more artists.

As long as three or four years, it will definitely pay back."

Emily Yang said.

"Three or four years? Do you know how much I can earn from a boxing match? Do you think I would invest in a project that takes three or four years to earn five million?"

Link said lightly.

When Emily heard his words, she suddenly remembered that this guy was a human-shaped money printing machine, and could earn 30 to 40 million dollars per boxing match. The small projects she mentioned, which earned several million a year, were indeed not worth investing in.

"Mr. Baker, sorry to have bothered you!"

Emily Yang got up and bowed to leave. Just as she was about to reach the door, Link shouted "wait." Emily Yang stopped and looked at him in confusion.

"Ms. Yang, I have no interest in your investment projects, but I am a little interested in you. If I invest in you, how will you repay me?"

Link said.

Emily Yang was overjoyed when she heard his words. Link was a billionaire. If she could be favored by him, it would definitely be a good opportunity to turn over.

She blinked, walked back to Link's table, and slowly untied her skirt, revealing her fair skin and black lace underwear. She was 166 centimeters tall, with a slender and thin figure, but had a C cup, which was a little attractive.

But compared to any of Ivanka, Daddario, Taylor, or Duchen, her figure had no advantage.

"Is this your reward?"

Link wiped his fingers with a napkin, not even glancing at her.

"Mr. Baker, if you are willing to invest in me, I can do anything for you."

Emily Yang bit her lower lip, blushed, and untied all her restraints. Although there was air conditioning in the restaurant and the temperature was above 20 degrees Celsius, her skin still had goosebumps.

But Link still didn't look at her. Emily lowered her head, struggled for more than ten seconds, walked up to him, and slowly squatted down.

(End of chapter)