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

Lin Feng didn't rush over.

He leaned against the window seat, slowly poured himself a glass of wine, and looked over the crowd of people, his gaze landing on the two aloof and refined figures on the second floor.

Su Shi and Su Qin.

Two names, two identical faces.

At this moment, they are standing by the second-floor railing, bowing gracefully to the crowd below.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed a thousand times. Their robes fluttered and their skirts swayed gently, making them look like fairies.

A commotion broke out in the lobby.

Some people whistled, some clapped, and some couldn't help but push forward.

Lin Feng picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and silently gave the scene a score in his mind.

The atmosphere was well-created.

At that moment, a heavily made-up middle-aged woman walked out from the side of the second floor.

She was plump and had a smiling face; she was the madam of the Drunken Fragrance Pavilion.

The madam stood by the railing, curtsied to the crowd below, and smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Gentlemen, please be quiet and allow me to say a few words."

The crowd gradually quieted down, and all eyes turned to her.

The madam pointed to the twins beside her, her tone full of smugness.

"My two daughters are like fairies."

"Gentlemen, you have all seen it. I'm not boasting, but in this Liangzhou city, you won't find another beauty like her."

Everyone nodded in agreement; that was indeed true.

The madam changed the subject and sighed.

"But as you gentlemen have seen, so many people have come today, all wanting to become my two young ladies' lovers."

There are too many people and not enough positions; this is truly a difficult situation for me.

She stepped aside to let the twins move to the front.

"I watched Su Shi and Su Qin grow up from childhood."

They have their own ideas, and they decide for themselves what kind of lovers they want.

I will absolutely not interfere.

She paused, then added, "And what's more, my two daughters are twins, and they've been inseparable since they were little."

They had already agreed that in the future they would each find a lover to serve them, and the two of them would serve each other together, never to be separated.

Upon hearing this, a series of swallowing sounds filled the hall.

One is already heavenly, but two together, what kind of divine life is that?

Someone couldn't help but mutter under their breath, "If only he could hug both of them at the same time... tsk tsk..."

Someone next to him patted him on the shoulder: "Are you dreaming? Who do you think you are?"

Lin Feng, holding his wine glass, watched this scene and began to look at the madam with newfound respect.

This old woman is an absolute marketing genius.

She understands men so well.

Saying that the courtesan should choose the one she likes sounds so enlightened and respectful to the girl.

But what's the reality? Isn't this just getting guests to spend money to cultivate relationships?

They come to try their luck today, and to show their support tomorrow. They spend money and cultivate relationships, but when it comes to the day they get married, it's no wonder the courtesan can't make the decisions.

Feelings? How much are feelings worth?

In the end, it comes down to whoever has the money.

However, Lin Feng was quite curious about what kind of question could make these guests obediently pay up and still not pass?

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At this moment, some people couldn't wait any longer.

Downstairs, near the front, a young man holding a folding fan called out loudly, "Madam, enough nonsense, let's get to today's questions! We've been waiting forever!"

"Exactly!" someone chimed in. "Let's get started, don't waste time!"

Some people are clear-headed and see through the madam's tricks, but they don't care.

When you go out to have fun, you're basically spending money to have some fun.

The reason for wanting the most beautiful courtesan is precisely because of her scarcity. The more unattainable something is, the more you want it. That's the feeling you crave.

Seeing that the time was right, the madam said no more.

She smiled and said to everyone, "Since you gentlemen can't wait any longer, let's begin today's test."

She pointed to a counter in the corner downstairs.

"The rules remain the same; anyone who has paid can get the question answered."

If you answer two questions correctly, you can go upstairs and chat with the two young ladies for the duration of an incense stick's burning. You can play music, compose poetry, or paint—anything is permissible.

After she finished speaking, she turned around and winked at the twins.

Su Shi and Su Qin walked to the fence with expressionless faces.

The two men each held a scroll in their hands, and simultaneously released their grip.

The scroll fell from the second floor, unfurling with a whoosh, like a long couplet, hanging in front of everyone on the first floor.

Everyone looked up.

Lin Feng also narrowed his eyes and examined it carefully.

The first scroll contained an arithmetic problem.

There are pheasants and rabbits in the same cage. There are 15 heads and 42 feet. How many pheasants and rabbits are there?

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh when he saw it.

Chickens and rabbits in the same cage?

That's so childish.

He had done similar questions when he was in elementary school in the urban world.

The simplest way is the leg-cutting method—regardless of whether it's a chicken or a rabbit, cut off two legs from each one; fifteen heads would then result in thirty legs.

Forty-two minus thirty equals twelve.

These twelve legs all belong to rabbits, because chickens only have two legs, and once they're cut off, they're gone.

Rabbits have four legs. Twelve plus twelve equals twenty-four. Twenty-four divided by four legs equals six rabbits.

Fifteen heads minus six rabbits leaves nine chickens.

There are nine chickens and six rabbits.

Lin Feng calculated the answer in his mind, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and then turned his gaze to the second scroll.

Upon seeing this, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

The second scroll contained a question—

"Find out who is Su Shi and who is Su Qin."

Lin Feng stared at the words and remained silent for a moment.

This is fucking unsolvable.

The two girls looked exactly alike, wore the same clothes, had the same hairstyle, and even stood in the same way.

If you don't know beforehand, how can you tell who is who?

Unless you strip them naked and look closely, how could you possibly know?

The question is, how do we guess?

Lin Feng's gaze swept back and forth between the two women, and suddenly, his eyes lit up slightly.

word.

Although the characters on the two scrolls look similar, there are subtle differences upon closer inspection.

The scroll on the left has more vigorous and powerful characters, and the brushstrokes are more seasoned, clearly showing that the artist has practiced diligently.

The scroll on the right, while the handwriting is not bad, lacks the depth and refinement of the original.

Based on the known information, Su Shi and Su Qin are easily guessed from their names—Su Shi is skilled in calligraphy, and Su Qin is skilled in music.

So, the one with good handwriting should be Su Shi.

The one with slightly worse handwriting should be Su Qin.

Lin Feng made up his mind.

But he didn't rush to conclusions.

Because there's another problem—what if the two women deliberately changed the characters they wrote?

If Su Shi's poetry is a little worse and Su Qin's music is a little better, wouldn't that create chaos?

Or, even if you guess right, what can you do if they don't admit it?

This problem seems to have a solution, but it's actually full of traps.

Downstairs, some people have already begun to express their dissatisfaction.

"What kind of question is this third one?"

A burly man shouted, "We guessed right! They deliberately got it wrong. Who can prove it? It's up to you to decide!"

"Exactly!" someone chimed in. "That's blatant cheating!"

"Madam, your scam is way too obvious!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

The madam, unhurried and smiling, walked to the fence and pressed her hand down.

"Gentlemen, please calm down, please calm down."

She pointed to the red cloth hanging above the two scrolls.

"Please look, everyone. There is a piece of red cloth on each scroll."

Under the red cloth were the names of Su Shi and Su Qin.

After the quiz is over, I will personally unveil the red cloth so that you gentlemen can witness the answers.

She paused, then her smile widened.

"Furthermore, I have some good news to tell you gentlemen."

If any gentleman manages to deduce the identities of the two young ladies by observing the details, then regardless of whether he passed the second question or not, he can go upstairs tonight and chat with the two ladies for the duration of an incense stick burning.

These words caused another stir among the crowd.

"Really?"

"Madam, you can't go back on your word!"

"Of course I keep my word," the madam patted her chest. "I've been in this red-light district for decades, when have I ever lied to anyone?"