Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 482 - 396: Investment and Banishment

In the morning, the weather in Los Angeles was nice, warmer than the day before, at about 18 degrees Celsius or higher.

Link, in his long-sleeve sportswear, had run around fourteen or fifteen kilometers along a long tar road, working up a good sweat.

On his way back from the pier, he just happened to see the sunrise from the top of the Hollywood hills, coating the city in a dazzling golden hue.

"Good morning, Link!"

As he reached Villa 1072, he encountered Schwarzenegger running from the opposite direction, dressed in sportswear, with a slicked-back hairdo, and a burly bodyguard following him.

Seeing Schwarzenegger, he couldn't help but recall recent news.

After the governor stepped down in January, the media exposed that he had an illegitimate child with a nanny, causing an uproar, and due to this scandal, Schwarzenegger was living separately from his wife, which was probably the reason he was staying here.

"Good morning, Arnold!"

Link slowed down, greeted him, and was going to continue running but noticed Schwarzenegger had stopped by the side of the road, so he also had to stop and see what he wanted to talk about.

"Hey, Link, the papers say you're planning to get into politics and run for president in the future, is that true?"

Schwarzenegger said with a grin.

"It sounds like a good idea, but I don't have any such plans at the moment."

Link said helplessly.

He had also seen similar news in the papers recently, some saying he was a Republican, supporting Republican congressmen, others saying he was actively involved in politics and would run for president in the near future.

The news that he would run for president was more sensational than that of him being a Republican.

For a guy who climbed out from the slums, who became a world boxing champion, a world superstar, and a billionaire, if he also became president, that would truly be the 'American Dream.'

Because of this, many people had rushed to his fan site to post messages, urging him to run for president, saying they would definitely support him and donate to his campaign.

In less than three days, there were over five hundred thousand such messages.

Because of this news, he now had to take more than a dozen phone calls every day.

Most were acquaintances calling to verify the accuracy of the news, and upon hearing him say it was false, everyone urged him to give it a try, saying maybe he could succeed, everyone treated it as a bit of fun.

Link hadn't expected Schwarzenegger to ask about this issue in person, and thinking that the other party was a recently retired Republican governor, he guessed that there might be political motives behind this conversation.

"Haha, Link, I've seen your resume and your statements in media interviews, you would make a great politician and even have a chance to run for office, I think you should give it a try."

Schwarzenegger said.

Link was non-committal; he had never been involved in politics and didn't know what abilities were required to be a politician, but given the history of presidents who had been assassinated, he felt he needed to be cautious about this.

"If I have the chance, I'll consider it."

"That's great, I think highly of you."

Schwarzenegger punched him lightly in the chest and continued running with his bodyguard.

Link had just seen a hint of regret on the other's face; although Schwarzenegger had served two terms as governor of California, with decent political credentials and renown, having been born in Austria with dual Austrian and American citizenship, according to the Constitution, citizens not born in the United States were ineligible to participate in the presidential election.

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When he returned to the bayside villa, Ivanka was up, dressed in a tight-fitting pure white T-shirt and khaki capris, with white shoes, swinging a badminton racket on the lawn.

Seeing him return, Ivanka picked up a racket from the ground and passed it to him, wanting him to play badminton with her.

"Are you sure you can play badminton?"

Link glanced at her ample chest, which, given its size, would affect her speed whether jumping or swinging the racket.

"I'm no match for you in tennis, you're no match for me in badminton."

Ivanka said provocatively, holding the racket sideways.

"I've never played badminton, but I think beating you won't be a problem."

"Stop boasting, serve already."

Ivanka bent over and shouted sternly, her eyes focused on him.

Link smiled lightly, took a couple of sips from a water bottle on the ground, then picked up the shuttlecock and served it over, though the first time it failed to go over the net, giving Ivanka a chance to laugh gleefully.

The second time it went smoothly over the net, but Ivanka quickly intercepted and sent it to the left corner, Link took several steps back and returned the play, but unfortunately, the arc was too low, hit the net, and he lost a point.

"You're improving fast, keep it up."

Ivanka said with a tilt of her lips.

Link knew she was gloating, and he hit the shuttlecock over with a swipe.

After playing for half an hour, they were at a stalemate.

Despite Ivanka running around the court breathlessly and dripping with sweat, she was hit in the chest twice by the shuttlecock, and she glared at him coldly while rubbing her left breast, accusing him of playing dirty during the game, and deducting five points.

Link didn't care, knowing how to score points now, he wasn't interested in five or ten points; he wondered when he could add a hundred points and pluck this thorny rose.

When they returned to the villa, the maid had already prepared breakfast, and Link and Ivanka washed off the sweat and came to the dining room in fresh clothes to eat.

"This villa is a bit small, and the security situation is so-so, should we consider moving somewhere else?"

Ivanka stirred her fruit salad with a spoon and said.

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"If you're also living here, I agree to move to a bigger place, if you're not staying here, it's all the same to me wherever I live."

Link, while eating bread and browsing through the newspaper, replied.