Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Chapter 113: Helping You Realize Your Dreams

However, in the United States, where shootings are frequent and free shopping is commonplace, this level of gun theft is hardly a big news story.

As for the mysterious disappearances of Kevin, the Blood Gang's second-in-command, and Carlos, the leader "Butcher," in an area teeming with gangs, it's all too common for leaders to suddenly vanish or be eliminated.

The chaos and power shifts among the lower-class thugs are not of much concern to outsiders.

Outside the international departure hall of the airport, traffic flows continuously.

Sarah's eyes were filled with reluctance.

She hugged Lin Feng tightly, buried her face in his chest, and asked in a muffled voice, "Lin, when will you come again?"

You must come again, okay?

Lin Feng gently patted her back and said in a gentle tone, "Go back to China first, and come back in a while."

America is a great place, I love it.

This wasn't entirely a consolation; this dog-eat-dog environment, where the strong prey on the weak and act with impunity, was perfect for Lin Feng.

"Really? You're not lying to me?" Sarah looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

She feared that this parting would be forever.

"Of course it's true." Lin Feng nodded affirmatively and reached out to stroke her soft blonde hair.

"Okay," Sarah took a deep breath, forced a smile, and pointed to the security checkpoint. "Hurry up and get your tickets checked, don't miss your flight."

Remember to send me a message when you arrive.

"Okay, drive carefully on your way back."

Lin Feng gave her one last hug, then turned around, dragging his simple carry-on suitcase, and followed the flow of people to the security checkpoint, without looking back.

Sarah stood there, watching his figure disappear around the corner, and didn't leave for a long time.

After a long flight of more than ten hours, the huge passenger plane slowly landed on the runway of Shenzhen Bao'an International Airport.

The familiar air, the familiar language, the familiar scene gave Lin Feng a feeling of being in another world.

Lin Feng was the only one in the entire airport empty-handed, making him seem somewhat out of place.

Lin Feng had been away for several months and planned to go back home, as it had been almost half a year since he last returned.

Lin Feng followed the flow of people toward the exit.

The arrival hall was bustling with people holding up various signs.

Suddenly, a figure rushed over with the wind and gave him a firm bear hug!

"Holy crap, Lao Lin, you finally decided to come back." A familiar, loud voice boomed in my ear.

A tall, thin man wearing sunglasses and a floral shirt gave Lin Feng a hug.

The person who came was his childhood friend, Zhao Gang.

It was Zhao Gang who led him into the business of reselling secondhand mobile phones.

Although Lin Feng has a spatial ability, he was just an ordinary person at the beginning, and reselling mobile phones was the simplest and safest way for him.

As for other things like drones, weapons, and smuggled currency, they are simply unrealistic.

First, Lin Feng lacks channels and connections. Second, Lin Feng doesn't trust them. If the other party realizes your value, their first thought won't be cooperation, but control.

There are too many smart people in this world who think others are fools; those are the most stupid people.

As for reselling drones abroad, that's even less realistic, since these drones are subject to export restrictions.

If you take it out, they can find you.

If you buy too many, an alarm will be triggered immediately, and the purchaser's information can be found from the drone's serial number.

The power of a nation is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, so no one cares about your small business.

As Zhao Gang spoke, he looked Lin Feng up and down, a look of shock on his face: "Old Lin, did you take some kind of magic pill?"

It's only been a short time since we last met, but you seem to have grown taller! You're about the same height as me now?

No, no, it's this aura and this physique, holy crap, how come he's getting more and more handsome?

They're almost as fast as me!

Seeing Zhao Gang's exaggerated appearance and familiar loud voice, Lin Feng changed the subject: "Are you free tonight?"

I'll take you to Macau and fulfill that "dream" you've been talking about for years.

"Macau? A dream?" Zhao Gang was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened in disbelief, and his voice rose an octave, trembling with disbelief, "Holy crap! Really?"

"Brother Lin, don't make such an international joke about your brother, my heart can't take it."

"Of course it's true. When have I ever lied to you about something like this?"

"Oh, you thief, you thief!"

"Old Lin, no, from today onwards, you are my brother and my godfather."

"I'll kowtow to you right now." As he said this, he actually made a gesture of bowing, which attracted the attention of several people who were there to pick him up.

"Get lost, don't give me that."

It's lunchtime, let's fill our stomachs first.

"Okay, okay, no problem, it's a must."

"Um, please, what would you like to eat?" Zhao Gang patted his chest, exuding a heroic air.

Lin Feng said, "When I went out, I didn't think about anything else, I just wanted that bowl of noodles."

"A bowl of biangbiang noodles, extra chili, and a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), that would be wonderful."

As a native of Qin, the carbohydrate gene ingrained in my bones began to call.

"Alright, there's a restaurant in the shopping mall near the airport. It's definitely not as authentic as the one in Chang'an, but it should be enough to satisfy my craving."

The two hailed a taxi.

After getting in the car, Zhao Gang gave the name of a shopping mall, the driver responded, and the car merged into the traffic on the airport expressway.

After the car started moving, Zhao Gang couldn't help but ask, "Old Lin, where have you been for the past month or so?"

He doesn't reply to WeChat messages, doesn't answer phone calls, and his QQ profile picture is grayed out.

I thought you'd been kidnapped overseas and forced into telecom fraud, or that some rich woman was keeping you as her lackey!

He asked, half worried and half joking.

Lin Feng leaned back in his seat, watching the familiar scenery rushing past the window, and casually replied, "I went to a pretty remote place; the signal was practically nonexistent."

Seeing that Lin Feng was unwilling to say more, Zhao Gang did not press the matter further.

He leaned closer to Lin Feng, lowered his voice, and his eyes gleamed as he asked again, "Brother, you were serious about that trip to Macau, right? You're not kidding me, are you?"

Although Lin Feng never joked like this, the happiness came too suddenly, and he always felt a little unreal.

Lin Feng turned his head and said, "Of course it's true. With our relationship, would I lie to you?"

You introduced me to the mobile phone reselling business, and I've always remembered that.

I've been wanting to thank you for a while, and now I've finally made it.

As for Zhao Gang's life ideals, Lin Feng knew very well that this guy was a seasoned teacher enthusiast whose collection of hard drives could fill a museum.

His ideal is to personally experience the highly renowned and virtuous teacher on the hard drive.

Of course, this kind of cross-border service also exists in Southeast Asia.

Gang forces and foreign corporations have created a high-end project.

The target audience is mainland tourists with strong economic means.

Of course, the fees are also very high.

A single transaction of HK$15.

Lin Feng: "Do you have a way to contact me?"

Zhao Gang: "Yes, brother, you're really not lying to me?"

At this moment, Zhao Gang still couldn't quite believe it.

After all, HK$150,000 in a single transaction is no small sum.

Lin Feng: "Don't worry, I wouldn't joke about something like this."

"Then I'll buy Indian God Oil?"