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

Just then, someone couldn't help but shout, "Madam, can't you give us a hint? These two look exactly alike, and their clothes and accessories are exactly the same. How are we supposed to tell them apart?"

The madam, standing by the second-floor railing, burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"Oh my, that's a good question, sir!"

Of course there's a hint—the words on these two questions were written by the two girls themselves.

The two calligraphy pieces are somewhat different; just point out the differences.

This is also a test of your eyesight, gentlemen.

If you can't even see that, then you can't blame anyone else.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up to see the words on the two scrolls.

Some nodded, some frowned, and some were still observing.

"In that case, let's begin!" someone urged.

The madam clapped her hands and announced loudly, "Gentlemen, you can now register."

After registration closes, you will have about an incense stick's time to answer the questions.

The answer will be revealed on the spot when the time is up!

"What if they all guessed the names correctly?" someone else asked.

The madam chuckled, her eyes curving into two crescent moons: "Then let's see who answers the first question correctly first."

The one who answers two questions correctly wins.

Alright, alright, stop asking. Anyone who wants to see my daughter, hurry up and sign up!

Please remember, failing the challenge also costs money. Of course, those who lack confidence can choose not to submit the red envelope.

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Downstairs, a queue quickly formed at the registration desk.

The first hurdle is ten taels of silver, which is neither a lot nor a little.

Those who genuinely wanted to win a smile from the beauty readily parted with their money.

Some, however, were short of money and could only stand on the sidelines and watch the spectacle, their eyes filled with envy.

Lin Feng leaned against the window seat, slowly sipping his wine, watching people come forward one by one to pay and receive red envelopes.

Interestingly, many people who paid didn't even look at the "chicken and rabbit in the same cage" problem; instead, they went straight to studying the two calligraphy pieces.

They knew perfectly well that as long as they recognized the two girls and provided the details, they could pass the test.

As for the math problem? Who cares?

Anyway, the madam's rules are clear: if you get both questions right, you'll be in even greater glory.

However, if you fail, it's different. If you lose, you'll have to pay fifty taels of silver for each of the two challenges.

Of course, most people choose the second level.

Even if you guess right, you still have to compete.

Lin Feng roughly counted, and there were only about thirty people who had signed up.

Many more people are still observing, wanting to see if any of the first wave of people can pass the level, so as to get a feel for the situation.

The maid who had led him in stood beside him, now gazing at him expectantly.

"Young master, why don't you give it a try?" the maid asked cautiously.

Lin Feng gave her a half-smile: "I'm afraid I really did get it right."

The maid was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Young master is quite the joker."

These two questions have been around for so many days, and hardly anyone has been able to answer them. How could you possibly, young master…?

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Feng laughed:

"Trying to make money off me? Do you get a commission?"

The maid's face flushed red.

He was right.

These maids did indeed receive a commission for persuading a customer to sign up.

Five qian of silver per person is equivalent to several days' wages for them.

"This... there is a small reward..." the maid said, her head bowed, her voice barely audible.

"Oh? How much is the commission?"

"Five...five qian of silver."

"You're quite honest."

Lin Feng nodded and sighed, "It's still easier to make money from clients of prostitutes."

You'll earn five coins for your persuasion.

Others might work hard for a month and still not earn this much.

The maidservant lowered her head, not daring to reply.

Lin Feng looked at her flustered appearance.

He took out a ten-tael silver ingot from his sleeve and casually tossed it to the maid.

"Very well, since you're so obedient, I'll grant your wish."

"Go and register the young master."

The maid took the silver, her eyes lit up, and she was so surprised she almost jumped for joy.

"Thank you, young master! Thank you, young master! Please wait a moment, I'll be right there!"

She dashed off to the registration desk and quickly returned, this time with a red folding booklet in her hand.

"Young master, here you go."

Lin Feng took it and opened it to take a look.

The red folded paper has two pages in total.

The first page had the problem of the chicken and rabbit in the same cage printed on it, with blank space left for writing the answer.

The second page contains a question: Please identify Su Shi and Su Qin and explain the basis for your judgment.

Lin Feng closed the book and placed it on the table.

He didn't rush to put pen to paper.

It's still a long way off; a stick of incense has been burning for quite some time.

Let those people do their thing first.

He picked up his wine glass, took a slow sip, and his gaze fell on the people in the lobby who were answering questions.

Time passed slowly.

One person after another stepped forward to answer the questions, only to be defeated one after another.

Half of the people didn't dare to submit their red folded paper, since failing meant paying money.

The madam's smile grew wider and wider.

He was so busy collecting money that his hands were sore, and his eyes were squinting with laughter.

Lin Feng watched this scene with secret admiration.

That madam is a master at making money.

A seemingly solvable but actually unsolvable problem, coupled with a seemingly fair but actually cunning rule, can make these men willingly hand over their money.

High, really high.

One-fifth of an incense stick has been burned.

The maid next to Lin Feng was getting a little anxious.

She glanced at the increasingly short incense sticks, then at Lin Feng, who was calmly drinking and eating, and couldn't help but whisper a reminder:

"Young master, the incense is almost burned out, aren't you going to make it?"

Lin Feng snapped out of his daze and glanced at the incense burner.

Indeed, only one-fifth remains.

He smiled and said, "Oh? If you hadn't mentioned it, I almost forgot."

The maid secretly rolled her eyes.

This guy really knows how to put on airs.

How can you be so calm at a time like this? You probably don't even know how to do it.

Lin Feng picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and prepared to put pen to paper.

Just as the pen tip was about to touch the paper, he suddenly stopped.

wrong.

He inherited Zhang Chengwen's calligraphy skills. That old fellow was a leader in the literary world and an imperial tutor. His calligraphy was already famous throughout the world.

I'm too familiar with this character; I can't write it out properly.

He thought about it and changed the font.

Emperor Huizong of Song's Slender Gold Calligraphy.

Its sharp edges and distinct features perfectly suit the flamboyant nature of young people.

Moreover, Emperor Huizong of Song does not exist in this world, so no one would recognize him.

The brushstrokes flowed like dragons and snakes.

Page 1: Chickens and Rabbits in the Same Cage.

He wrote down the answer directly: Six rabbits and nine chickens.

Page 2, Identify the identity.

He wrote: "On the left is Su Shi's poetry, on the right is Su Qin's music."

It took less than a minute.

After finishing writing, he put down his pen and handed the red folded paper to the maid.

"Alright, present it here."

The maid looked at him incredulously, then at the folded paper, her face full of disbelief.

"Young master... have you finished writing? Won't you think about it again?"

"What's there to think about?" Lin Feng picked up his wine glass, took a slow sip, and said, "Serve it up."

The maid opened her mouth, as if to say something, but suddenly remembered something and pointed to the folding book, saying, "Young master, you haven't signed your name yet?"

Lin Feng took the folding book and wrote three characters in the lower right corner: Xiang Ri Kui.

"So it's Young Master Xiang." The maid took the folded document, still somewhat hesitant. "Should I really present it?"

"Go."

The maid nodded and ran upstairs with the red folded paper in her hands.