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

Eileen walked beside Lin Feng, her excitement still lingering.

As a criminal defense lawyer, she has always been rational and calm, even known among her peers as cold-blooded.

But today, in just one hour, she won several million US dollars for the first time, and Eileen was in a very good mood.

She linked her arm with Lin Feng's, revealing a rare hint of her feminine side:

"OK, you're right, I agree."

Born in Las Vegas, the gambling capital, Erin had naturally gambled before, though only on small stakes, and had never won.

For someone like Lin Feng, winning is a sure thing, even faster than robbing a bank.

A casino's annual net profit is around one billion US dollars. If Lin Feng wins like this every day, even the biggest casinos would go bankrupt.

Sarah: "Where to now?"

Lin Feng glanced at the brightly lit shopping malls on both sides. "Now that I've won money, of course I should spend it."

After saying that, he looked at the two women and said again, "Buy whatever you want."

Eileen raised an eyebrow. "Then I won't stand on ceremony. Consider it compensation for your forced entry."

Sarah: "Hmph, how dare you talk about compensation?"

Without me, you would never have met Lin in your life.

You should feel fortunate.

If Sarah had said that before, Eileen would have looked at Sarah with disdain.

Despite her verbal denials, Eileen's actions betrayed her after a brief encounter with Lin Feng.

Being Lin Feng's woman must be a really great thing.

Las Vegas is not only a gambling city, but also a shopping paradise, offering a wide range of luxury goods from all major brands.

Eileen hugged Lin Feng's arm and said with a smile, "Then I can finally buy a Hermes Himalaya."

"Okay, I'll grant your wish today."

The three chatted and laughed as they walked straight into the largest Hermès boutique on the Las Vegas Strip.

The store has a signature orange sign at the entrance, and the window displays the latest bags and scarves of the season.

Pushing open the glass door, a delicate leather scent wafts out.

The saleswoman was a white woman in her thirties with neat short brown hair, wearing a well-tailored black suit, and with exquisite makeup.

Her gaze swept over Lin Feng and the other two, and her eyes immediately lit up.

The Rolex with the rainbow bezel on Salad's wrist, with its gemstones refracting iridescent light under the lamp, is a limited edition, extremely rare on the market.

The Richard Mille watch in Lin Feng's hand has a skeletonized dial.

These are Hermès' favorite customers, those who are wealthy and willing to spend money.

"Good evening, gentlemen, and welcome to Hermès."

The salesperson approached with a perfectly measured smile, neither servile nor overbearing, and asked, "What would you like to see?"

Eileen glanced at the perfumes and scarves on the counter, showing little interest, and went straight to the point: "I want Himalaya."

The salesperson was not surprised at all.

Given their demeanor and wealth, they certainly wouldn't be interested in a regular model costing tens of thousands of US dollars.

She smiled and nodded, her tone carrying a hint of professional admiration:

"Madam has excellent taste."

As is well known, Hermès only has two types of bags: the Himalaya and other bags.

The Himalayas are Hermès' ultimate dream, and the ultimate goal for countless women.

She paused, then changed the subject: "However, to purchase Himalaya, you need our store's Super VIP membership."

"Without our store's VIC, you cannot purchase Himalaya."

Eileen shook her head: "No, I want to buy it directly."

The salesperson showed a hint of regret and explained sincerely:

"I'm sorry, ma'am, you are not eligible to purchase this bag at the moment."

Himalayan crocodiles are handcrafted from the round belly skin of Nile crocodiles. The skin is extremely rare, and its gradient from pure white to light gray to dark gray is entirely natural, making each piece of skin unique.

Only a handful are produced worldwide each year; you can't just order one if you have the money.

Only top-tier VIP customers with a history of high spending are eligible for an allocation. And—"

"This bag is generally not available at retail price; the ratio of available bags to other bags is usually around 1:2."

In other words, if you want to buy a Himalaya, you need to spend twice the price.

Lin Feng leaned against the counter, waving his hand impatiently. All he wanted to say was that he needed to pay more.

"Stop beating around the bush, just tell me, how much do I need to spend to buy it?"

The salesperson's eyes lit up, and he announced a number: "Sir, you need to accumulate $400,000 in spending in the store before you are eligible to wait in line."

Of course, the more you spend, the higher your priority.

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said calmly, "If the two Himalayas are allocated at a ratio of three, then today's spending in your store is 1.5 million US dollars."

Can I buy it?

The salesperson's eyes lit up instantly. "Sir, please wait a moment, I'll go and speak with the store manager right away. Please have a seat!"

She walked quickly towards the back room, her high heels clicking crisply on the marble floor.

Lin Feng watched her retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He knows all too well the tricks these luxury brands use.

The so-called "scarcity," "limited edition," and "not something you can buy just because you have money" are ultimately just ways to justify charging a price.

This thing is mainly used to show off wealth.

If you offer a high enough price, there's nothing you can't buy.

A moment later, a tall, blonde young woman came out from the back room.

She looked to be around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, wearing a well-tailored dark blue suit dress, exuding competence and elegance.

With a professional smile on her face, she walked unhurriedly to Lin Feng.

"Hello sir, I am the store manager. You can call me Liya."

She extended her hand and shook hands with Lin Feng, the pressure just right, her posture composed.

Lin Feng sat down on the sofa, too lazy to waste words, and went straight to the point: "Himalaya, can we buy it today?"

"If you spend $1.5 million in the store today, I guarantee you can buy the Himalaya you desire."

However—" she held up one finger.

"You can only buy Himalayas without diamond buckles."

The diamond-encrusted design requires application from the head office, and the global annual quota is extremely limited; I really can't make that decision on my end.

She paused, as if doing some mental calculation: "I'll charge you $300,000 per bag, plus federal sales tax, that's $330,000."

As you should know, the resale value of Himalaya FM has been steadily rising, and the current market price is over $250,000.

At this price, you can get two brand new bags; it's definitely a great deal.

She continued, "With the remaining quota, you can buy Hermès jewelry, watches, ready-to-wear clothing, scarves, shoes, anything you like."

This is our Hermès tradition, our rule.

Lin Feng: "Two Himalayan bags, the rest are for them to choose from."

The store manager's smile deepened, and he stood up, bowing slightly.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

I'll arrange it right away.

Sarah and Eileen exchanged a glance, both seeing excitement in each other's eyes.

The two women, one on each side, each kissed Lin Feng.

Although he knew that more than a million US dollars was nothing to Lin Feng.

After all, he had just won over six million US dollars in an hour, but it felt different to spend it on them.