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

Sarah roughly pushed away the women who had approached her.

With swift and decisive movements, she grabbed Lin Feng's neck, her posture resembling a lioness asserting her territory.

Several women in sundresses stumbled slightly after being pushed, but they weren't annoyed. They shrugged, swayed, and rejoined the dance floor.

Before leaving, she didn't forget to turn back and give him a flirtatious wink, her eyes full of allure, as if she wanted to steal Lin Feng's soul away.

Unfortunately, Lin Feng wasn't interested in them.

Lin Feng put his arm around Sarah's waist and whispered in her ear with a smile, "You're quite possessive of your food."

Sarah rolled her eyes at him and then shouted into his ear.

The music in the nightclub was so loud that you couldn't hear anything unless you shouted.

"These bitches are obviously trying to seduce you, just waiting for you to make your move."

Look at that..."

She pointed and sure enough, there was a blonde woman dancing wildly at the edge of the dance floor, with a panoramic camera hanging brightly from her waist, the lens pointing directly at the surroundings.

"See that?"

He even had a panoramic camera hanging on his waist.

If you can't resist touching it, then you've fallen into their trap.

If they later bring the video and sue you for sexual harassment, you won't be able to settle without paying tens of thousands of dollars.

These bitches have sharp eyes; they spotted you the moment they saw you dressed in designer clothes and wearing that expensive watch.

Immortal jump?

Lin Feng listened and smiled indifferently.

"What are you worried about?"

"If you really want to do that, I'll send them to meet God; that would be doing a service to the people."

"There's no need."

Sarah shook her head, too lazy to discuss the topic any further.

She took Lin Feng's hand, walked through the crowd back to the booth, took out her phone from her bag, and skillfully opened a forum, handing it to him.

"Look at these women, which one is pretty?"

I'll call him over for you.

"If I need anything in the future, I can just spend a little money to find it there. The prices are clearly marked, and there's no deception. It's much better than those prostitutes."

Lin Feng took the phone and looked down at it.

The forum has a rich variety of content, with both men and women participating, but most of the pinned posts are made by women.

Each photo is more exquisite than the last, arranged in a nine-grid layout, featuring pictures from cafes, gyms, libraries, and even a few of people wearing bikinis at the beach.

The accompanying text followed a similar formula: "Still haven't figured out my tuition this year, looking for a reliable, 'daddy-like' boyfriend."

"Sincerely seeking sponsors"

Prices are clearly marked.

There are $20,000 a month, $50,000 a month, and some marked "negotiable".

There weren't many comments in the comment section below.

Lin Feng flipped through them, and their looks were indeed on point.

They have blonde, brown, and black hair, all kinds of skin tones, and they all have great figures.

But $20,000 could get you two legitimate adult film actresses, and their quality might not be any worse than these schoolgirls.

Spending this much money to hire an amateur is really not cost-effective.

He looked at it for a few minutes, then returned the phone to Sarah with little interest.

The key issue is that I haven't met someone I like.

The three of them partied at the nightclub until after 10 p.m., then took a taxi back to the Peninsula Hotel.

Lin Feng had spent a lot of money here before, and he was very generous. The hotel staff all knew this distinguished Chinese guest.

As soon as you enter, the doorman greets you warmly with a professional smile on his face.

"Mr. Lin, you're back. This way, please. What type of room would you like to stay in tonight?"

Lin Feng, too lazy to waste words, said directly, "Presidential Suite."

The receptionist quickly operated the computer and announced the prices with a smile.

Lin Feng pulled a wad of cash directly from his bag.

There are still over five million US dollars in cash lying in the Black Lotus Space. Since it's just sitting there, I might as well spend it.

In addition to US dollars, he also has more than 35 million RMB in cash, which he received from selling gold in Shuibei last time.

There are still more than three million yuan in the several bank cards combined.

He really doesn't have time to spend this money. Last time he did a zero-dollar shopping spree at that Mexican supermarket, he still hasn't finished using all the stuff he bought.

Once inside the presidential suite, McKenna yawned and stretched.

"I can't go on, I'm a little tired. I'm going to take a shower first."

Sarah's eyes lit up, and she stood up as well.

"Let's go together, the bathtub is quite big anyway."

"Honey, aren't you coming with me?"

She turned to look at Lin Feng, her eyes inviting and a smile playing on her lips.

Lin Feng stood up, a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, that's a great way to foster friendship."

"Come on, darling, do what you want to do."

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction.

If it were a woman in China, she would most likely hold back at this point, saying "no" or "I won't."

But Sarah didn't have that kind of reserve; she wanted what she wanted and did what she wanted, decisively and efficiently.

Throughout history, the most sophisticated friendships among humankind have often been accomplished through the most primitive methods.

I had a blast in New York for five days.

Times Square, Central Park, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Broadway—I visited all the places I could.

I browsed through the luxury stores on Fifth Avenue and didn't miss the trendy brand stores in SoHo either.

Lin Feng spends money like water, and Sarah and McKenna enjoy top-notch treatment as a result.

Five days later, the three flew back to Texas.

The main reason was that McKenna received news that, just as Lin Feng had guessed, the Locke family's farm had begun to be put up for auction.

The price is 20% lower than the market price.

McKenna held up her phone and showed Lin Feng the auction information, her expression somewhat complicated.

"Lin, do you really want to buy it?"

The Locke family's farm is even larger than my Rattlesnake Farm, totaling 10 acres (60 mu), spanning four counties, and its main businesses are beef cattle, horse racing, oil and gas, and wind power.

Although it's 20% lower than the market price, the selling price is still around 500 million US dollars.

This price is still a bit expensive; you need to think it through.

Lin Feng leaned back in his seat, crossed his legs, and looked completely indifferent.

"It's okay, I'll just buy it to play with."

He thought for a moment and added, "No rush. Let's first publicize the curse on the Locke family farm and make its value drop even further."

McKenna nodded, but also looked worried.

"But what if someone doesn't believe in superstition?"

"What if a buyer thinks this is a bargain opportunity and insists on going to see the property..."

Lin Feng smiled, a smile tinged with mystery.

"He'll believe in superstitions."

He reached into his pocket and took out the white jade token, twirling it between his fingers.

The warm, smooth jade pendant gleamed softly in the sunlight, showing no signs of anything unusual, but McKenna knew just how sinister this thing was.

"I'll throw this thing into the Locke family's villa tomorrow."

Whoever goes to see the house is doomed.

McKenna looked at the jade pendant and subconsciously shrank back.

She had witnessed the power of this thing firsthand—sixteen people died in an accident overnight, and the old patriarch of the Locke family inexplicably fell to his death on a scythe.

She still gets goosebumps when she thinks about those images.

"If it really works, I estimate its market value will drop even further," she murmured, her tone tinged with awe.

Sarah suddenly spoke up and asked a crucial question.

"If the farm is bought, under whose name will it be registered?"

Lin Feng glanced at her, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"It'll be registered in your name."

He paused, then added, "I've already thought of a name: 'Black Lotus Farm'."