Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Haha, Jess, don’t worry, just wait and enjoy the show tonight, at exactly eight o’clock, YouTube."

In the president’s office of SB Projects Entertainment Company, Scooter hung up the phone with a chuckle.

If it were someone else asking, he might not have disclosed the information, but considering it was Jay-Z, a former boss, a rap industry mogul, and a current business partner, Scooter felt obliged to comply.

After a moment of thought, Scooter called the head of the public relations department, instructing them to contact the media in advance, to get in touch with several outlets, ensuring that they capitalized on the hype before the video got taken down.

After finalizing the media contacts, Scooter leaned back in the couch, poured himself a glass of red wine, and reassessed his strategy to see if there were any flaws.

In the end, he found the plan to be comprehensive, with everything in place, just waiting for eight o’clock to upload the video online and stir up a massive public uproar in America.

"Link, prepare to step down."

Scooter looked at the newspaper image of Link and sneered.

"Boss, the president of Link Music, Ivanka, is here; she says she has something to discuss with you," his assistant Alex reported over the phone.

Scooter frowned, feeling uneasy. Had word gotten out at Link Music? Was Ivanka trying to persuade him not to release the video and to spare Link this time?

With a mocking laugh, Scooter thought it impossible to let Link off. Business was like a battlefield; once you spot an enemy’s weakness, you must strike fiercely.

Show mercy to an enemy, and you’re merely inviting trouble for yourself.

Not to mention, the video had been sent by Kunas; he had no right to decide.

"Boss, do you want to see her?" Alex asked.

"Let Miss Ivanka in."

Scooter straightened his tie, stood up, having once seen Ivanka at a business party where she was the center of attention, radiating elegance and allure. Even people like Kunas received nothing but her indifference, and Scooter hadn’t even had the chance to approach her.

But now, Ivanka was making a personal visit to SB Company to see him.

Scooter felt thrilled. He checked his appearance in the mirror, tightened his tie, brushed back his hair, and after hearing footsteps outside, he put down the comb and returned to his chair with poise.

"Come in!"

The door was pushed open and assistant Alex held it.

Ivanka stood outside, dressed in a moon-white lady’s suit with a platinum-colored lining, her golden hair pinned up, and her lips red like rose petals, adding a vibrant pop of color to her classy attire, making her look regal and stunning, yet her voluptuous figure added a sense of allure.

"Haha, Miss Ivanka, welcome to SB Company, please take a seat!"

Scooter stood up from behind his desk, extending his hand with a warm smile.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Braun!"

Ivanka nodded slightly, with two assistants walked into the office and sat down on the central sofa.

"Haha, Miss Ivanka, I’ve long heard of your reputation. I didn’t expect you to visit SB Company. What a rare guest you are! Miss Ivanka, may I ask what brings you here?"

Scooter sat down on the sofa opposite her, smiling warmly.

Ivanka said, "Mr. Braun, I have learned from Wall Street that SB Entertainment Company is performing well and holds significant investment value. Representing Link Music, I propose to acquire SB Entertainment for 10 million dollars. I hope you will consider it."

"Acquire my company?"

Scooter was stunned for a moment, his mind struggling to grasp the situation.

Today, he had been in his office arranging media contacts, planning to release Link’s private video in the evening and settle a score with Link once and for all.

At that moment, Alex told him that Link Music’s president, Miss Ivanka, had arrived to talk.

He instinctively thought Ivanka was here because of the video, asking him not to release it.

But it appeared not to be the case.

Ivanka started by proposing to acquire SB Entertainment, and her offer was merely 10 million dollars.

Considering SB Agency had over ten signed artists, including pop singer Justin Bieber, famed singer and actor Ludacris, rap legend Kanye West, and parts of Usher’s management contracts, etc.

The market value was no less than 60 million dollars, and with Justin’s album sales booming, the company’s value was set to rise even higher.

Yet, Ivanka wanted to purchase SB Agency for just 10 million dollars.

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"10 million dollars? Miss Ivanka, are you sure you’re not joking?"

Scooter slowly cooled his expression, staring at the opposite, beautiful, voluptuous, and dignified woman, beginning to doubt if she was indeed the legendary Ivanka, known for her beauty and wisdom.

Ivanka crossed her legs casually, placed her hands lightly on her thighs, and said to Scooter across from her, "Mr. Braun, I am quite serious, and I hope you will consider it seriously."

Scott’s eye twitched muscle spasmed, and he asked again, enduring his temper, "Miss Ivanka, are you sure it’s $10 million for the acquisition of SB Company, and not just a 10% stake in SB Company?"

"Mr. Braun, you heard me correctly. Link Music plans to acquire 100% of SB Projects Entertainment Company for $10 million in US dollars, making SB Company a subsidiary. Here is our acquisition proposal, please take a look," Ivanka said.

Ivanka waved a finger, and the secretary behind her stepped forward, took out a folder, and placed it in front of Scott.

Scott saw that Ivanka had even prepared the acquisition contract and was infuriated by the sight of it. This woman was too domineering; without any negotiations, she threw an extremely unequal contract at him. Did she think he would sign it?

Did this woman take him for a fool?

"Miss Ivanka, I currently have no intention of selling SB Company. There’s no need to discuss this further," Scott said, standing up.

Ivanka cocked her sexy lip corner and waved her hand again, while the secretary took out another folder and placed it on the desk.

"Miss Ivanka, there’s no need to waste time, no matter what conditions you offer, I will never agree to sell the company to you," Scott said with a cold smile.

"Mr. Braun, don’t rush, just look at the documents first, maybe you will change your mind," Ivanka said, pointing at the folder, a calm smile gracing her beautiful cheeks.

Scott shook his head, feeling somewhat disappointed.

Rumors claimed that Link Music’s President Ivanka was a beautiful, smart and sexy woman with great business acumen. But having met her in person, aside from being beautiful and sexy, she lacked everything else.

That such a person had managed to grow Link Music from scratch to its current size was really a miracle.

He casually picked up the document and glanced over it; it was a copy of a song copyright registration information provided by the American Composers Association.

Initially, he didn’t care much, but the more he read, the paler his face became, and sweat began to form on his forehead; his brown curly hair also became damp.

The document contained the registration information for a song titled "Baby." According to the registration, seven to eight segments of lyrics and music scores were identical to Justin’s "Baby," with the chorus being almost exactly the same.

He looked at the registered date, which was December 18, 2008; the copyright was registered under Link Music, with the songwriter listed as Link Baker and Graham Goodall.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Scott roared in disbelief.

Ivanka, arms crossed, smiled faintly and said, "The Composers Association keeps records. You can check whether it’s true or not. I’m very busy and have no interest in fooling you with fake documents."

Scott’s hands trembled as he looked over the information again; from each aspect, it appeared genuine. Someone of Ivanka’s stature wouldn’t resort to a fake document for deception.

Could it actually be that his composers had plagiarized Link’s song?

Suddenly, he remembered that last year, his company had poached a production assistant from under Link Music’s nose. Could it have been his doing?

"Miss Ivanka, this must be a coincidence, our musicians would never plagiarize Link’s songs, I swear to God," Scott hastily explained.

Ivanka shook her head slightly, her tone cool as she replied, "Swearing to God won’t help, this matter is for the courts to decide. I have witnesses and physical evidence proving that since last year, you’ve engaged in a series of unfair competition practices. You’ve poached eight musicians from Link Music, and what’s more despicable, you had someone steal Link’s songs to boldly produce and release albums. Mr. Braun, do you not hold any regard for the law in your eyes?"

"I didn’t do it! I absolutely did not order anyone to steal from Link’s music library, I swear!"

Scott rushed to defend himself.

Ivanka quietly watched him, moving her plump, brightly colored lips to coldly say, "I have evidence of what you did, what evidence do you have that you didn’t? Perhaps you can explain to the judge and see if they believe you."

Scott’s mouth hung open as his mind buzzed noisily.

Poaching from Link Music was true, many people knew about it, it was completely impossible to hide. As for the plagiarism of Link’s songs, even though he wanted to deny it, the damning evidence left no room for denial.

"Miss Ivanka, there must be some misunderstanding here, please give me three days to investigate, I need to find out where the mistake occurred," Scott said.

"Tomorrow at this time, Link Music’s legal department will officially file a lawsuit with the Manhattan District Court, accusing SB Company and its musicians including Justin Bieber, Ludacris, among others of infringement," Ivanka said emphatically. She stood up and left with her two assistants.

Scott stared dumbfounded as Ivanka’s enticing figure disappeared through the door, then collapsed weakly onto the sofa.

How could this happen?

He had previously wanted to use the video to severely trap Link, tarnishing Link’s reputation and causing Link’s albums to undersell. In the meantime, he planned to heavily promote Justin’s new album to seize the market share Link dropped.

By riding on the success of the album, he aimed to elevate Justin as a stepping stone over Link.

But

How could "Baby" be a copy?

Scott cursed, picked up his phone, and called his assistant Alex to check the copyright of "Baby." He also called several people in production to demand an explanation.

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