Chapter 364: Continue to be a clown
"Du, now you have offended the entire North American boxing world."

Anika, who accompanied Du Sheng to Nashville, pointed to the online news headlines and said happily:
"In the future, whenever other boxers are interviewed, they may be asked about things related to you."

She observed Du Sheng's expression and said carefully:
“Most people, though, bash or ridicule you.

To put it bluntly, you have become a hated name in the North American boxing world."

"They are welcome to challenge, but the rubbish should not come."

Du Sheng replied nonchalantly.

I had anticipated this scene ever since I fired off the map cannon during the interview.

The purpose of his doing all this is to attract as much attention as possible.

As long as there is popularity and gimmicks, you can make money.

As for the boxing fans in North America, it doesn’t matter if they don’t have them.

Maybe if they criticize it to the extreme, they might start to love and hate it.

Anika was choked and speechless.

She couldn't refute, so she simply turned the conversation back to her boss.

On the other hand, although Don King also holds Du Sheng's idea, he is well aware that North American boxers are very careful about their reputation:

“Duh, Chuck Liddell is angry, but he’s not done yet.

Now there are only two options: either offer a reward to lure a fight, or choose a boxer ranked in the top 50 in the world and slowly fight his way up.”

Don King didn't say it too harshly.

To put it bluntly, those top ten boxers in the world don't think highly of Du Sheng and don't want to take risks.

Although it is rumored that Du Sheng's record was faked, it is still quite scary to knock out a heavyweight boxer in one round.

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst.

The difference between an undefeated boxing champion and a defeated boxing champion may be just the difference of one win or one loss, but the reduction in his net worth may be more than 60%.

If he loses to an unknown boxer like Du Sheng, he will 100% become the opponent's stepping stone and his value will plummet.

Moreover, it is difficult for Asians to gain a foothold in the European and American boxing world.

Currently, Pacquiao may be the only one who has truly entered the mainstream boxing world in North America.

Others like Buakaw and Masato are totally unqualified.

Du Sheng is taking a chance with his own future.

"It takes at least a week to go back and forth. I don't have that much time to play slowly."

Du Sheng held the phone and said indifferently:

"What about the reward?"

A pay-to-win fight is when one boxer pays an appearance fee in advance to get his opponent to leave the ring, and if he loses, all the money goes to the opponent.

"Chuck Liddell won the belt and defended it once. He deserves at least two million dollars."

Tang Jin was very familiar with these and casually quoted a price.

"Then let him continue to be a clown. I'm not in a hurry to fight."

Du Sheng laughed and didn't take it seriously.

He naturally knew that it was much more difficult for an Oriental to make a name for himself in the North American boxing world than he had imagined.

For example, after the 08 Olympics, many domestic boxing masters also went to North America to venture into the boxing world.

Zhang Zhilei, the Olympic heavyweight runner-up who almost defeated the world heavyweight champion Joshua, is one of them.

However, when he got here, his career path was bumpy and in the end even basic living expenses became a problem.

As a crossover boxer, Du Sheng has no choice but to take an unconventional approach if he wants to defeat this group of racists.

If he continues like this, apart from the little popularity he lost, his fame will increase steadily.

On the contrary, under the pressure of public opinion, the ten UFC boxers may not be able to sit still.

.........

Nashville, Tennessee.

A few days ago, Scott was sitting in his office, humming a tuneless tune, his fingers flying on the screen of his mobile phone, contacting his lover Christina.

Although he has already started a family with a wife and two children, he always pretends to be a bachelor outside.

Especially since he met Christina, the top second-tier singer, he has been planning to recruit her to the company and has kept the real situation secret.

In the other person's eyes, Scott is a mature man who is both gentle and humorous.

Just as he was immersed in the sweet text message interaction, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

"Taylor, what's going on?"

The person who came in was Taylor Swift, the first artist he signed.

Taylor ran over to Scott excitedly, holding a thick notebook in his hand:
"Uncle Scott, I've been writing songs these days. 30 songs in total. Here they are!"

Scott was a little surprised when he heard it. He took the notebook and started flipping through it page by page.

Taylor explained:
"I've numbered each song, Uncle Scott."

In fact, these 30 songs were not created in one week, but were pieced together by including the previous accumulation.

Most of them only have the melody, and the lyrics have not been filled in yet.

But in any case, she fulfilled her promise to Scott and is now looking forward to Scott helping her produce the album.

As Scott flipped through the pages, he muttered to himself:
“This girl actually wrote 30 songs?

30 songs a week?
how can that be!

Is she just trying to fool me?"

He didn't quite believe that anyone could write so many songs in a week, and wondered if Taylor was just making up the numbers.

In order to sign Taylor, Scott did have such an agreement with her.
But his original intention was to see her potential and to cultivate her slowly rather than releasing an album for her immediately.

Now that Taylor had brought out his work, he felt a little torn and annoyed.

Scott's original intention of opening a record company was to find some cheap country singers to write songs for him, and then he would release his own albums. Of course, if he met an artist with potential, he would also be willing to invest and make money.

But she won't be a little girl with no experience.

At this moment, the phone vibrated and Christina replied to the text message.

Scott closed his notebook and smiled kindly:

"Taylor, there are 30 songs. I need to take a good look at them. You go back first and we can talk after I finish looking at them."

"Uncle Scott, that album..."

Taylor demanded.

"Taylor, the album matter has to wait until I finish looking through your songs and pick out the right ones!"

Scott said:
"You're going to perform in Las Vegas in a few days, go back and practice first."

Taylor Swift smiled and bowed to Scott:
"Thanks Uncle Scott!"

Then I jumped out of the office, feeling that the air was filled with sweetness and a bright future!
Looking at Taylor's departing back, Scott felt a little emotional.

If she really wrote 30 songs in a week, regardless of the quality, her enthusiasm is still quite touching.

But no matter how touched he is, why should he sponsor other people's dreams?
It costs money to release an album. His money didn't fall from the sky, so it can't be wasted.

He turned to look at the text message sent by Christina, his brows lit up at first, then frowned.

As expected, it was still a contract dispute.

Scott saw the opportunity to recruit Qiu Dajian to become the pillar of the company, but he was also troubled by the difficulty of this matter.

Christina didn't know what was going on at the beginning and signed a nine-year contract with Warner Bros., which resulted in a long-term dispute that has not been resolved to this day.

Although he has become independent from Universal, it is still unknown whether Universal is willing to give him face and help him.

After all, he was able to be independent because Universal had made great efforts and held nearly half of the shares of his company.

Scott sighed, his mind full of thoughts on winning over Christina.
As for Taylor Swift's songbook, he just threw it into the closet.

As soon as Taylor Swift got home, she couldn't wait to tell her father, Kingsley Swift, the good news.

"Dad, Uncle Scott promised to help me release an album!"

Kingsley Swift looked at his daughter doubtfully and asked:
"Is it true? When did you say that?"

"Yes! This was our original agreement. I would write 30 songs and he would help me produce the album."

Taylor said with a little smugness on his face.

Kingsley frowned.

He knew Scott much better than his precious daughter did.

But he didn't want to dampen his daughter's passion, so he thought for a moment and said gently:

"Taylor, what exactly did Scott say?"

Taylor replied briskly:

“Uncle Scott said that once he finishes looking at my songs, he’ll pick out suitable ones for the album!”

Kingsley shook his head, wondering how long he would have to wait for him to finish reading it.

"Taylor, I think you need to be more careful."

Taylor looked at his father in confusion:

"what happened?"

"If Scott doesn't mention it again after you get back from Las Vegas, just pretend it never happened."

Kingsley hesitated, then laid it out.

Taylor's happy mood slowly faded away with these words.

She was just fantasizing about the huge success of her album, but now she was hit hard.

Didn’t she join Big Machine Records just to realize her musical dream as soon as possible?
Is it possible that this time all our efforts will be in vain?

Her father had already paid a heavy price to terminate his contract with the broadcaster.

This time, he signed a seven-year contract with Big Machine Records, and the penalty for breach of contract was astronomical.

On the day they left for Las Vegas, Taylor couldn't help but say to Scott:
"Uncle Scott, when you have time, can you take a look at my songs..."

Scott watched Taylor get into the car and sighed inwardly, knowing that he had to give the little girl an answer.

So he opened the cabinet and took out the notebook full of songs.

Although she was forced to interrupt her performance due to a shooting incident the day before yesterday, this did not affect Taylor Swift's mood.

Because she had just returned, Scott told her to go to the office.

This made Taylor feel that releasing an album might be a possibility!

Scott sat behind his desk, the notepad in his hand.

“Uncle Scott, you looking for me?”

"Tyler, come on, sit here."

Scott smiled and asked Taylor to sit down.

Taylor sat obediently in the chair, looking at Scott with anticipation in his eyes.

"Taylor, I've looked at the songs you wrote with the director. Some of them are quite simple and catchy. I can see that you've worked very hard..."

After hearing this, Taylor showed a smile on his fair face.

"But, unfortunately, these songs of yours still do not meet the requirements for an album."

Scott's words were like a bolt from the blue, and Taylor's smile froze instantly.

"But, Uncle Scott, didn't you say before that as long as I wrote 30 songs, you would release an album for me?"

.........

(End of this chapter)