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

"You two go pick out bags. Take whatever you like, don't try to save money."

Lin Feng patted the back of their hands.

"Okay!" The two women happily followed the salesperson to the women's clothing section.

About half an hour later, Sarah and Eileen returned with bags and packages.

Jewelry, watches, clothes, scarves, belts, shoes, and several crocodile skin bags were piled up like a small mountain.

The two women also bought Lin Feng a lot of things: two Hermes belts, a pair of leather shoes, a Hermes men's watch, and a men's bag.

In total, it amounted to 1.6 million US dollars.

Lin Feng didn't even blink before swiping his card.

The store manager immediately said respectfully, "Sir, based on your spending history, you have become a top VIP customer of our Hermès Las Vegas store—VIC."

Your identity information has been entered into our backend system. When new styles are released, we will send you a message immediately to schedule a special event for you and ensure the venue is cleared for you.

Lin Feng casually put it in his pocket and asked, "Is this so-called VIC universally accepted?"

The store manager shook his head, a hint of apology in his smile:

"Oh, it's not universal."

Your VIC status is limited to this store only.

Hermès purchase records are not shared globally.

When you visit any store in Paris, Tokyo, New York, or Shanghai, you are still a regular customer, requiring you to rebuild your customer base, restock inventory, and re-establish your sales associate (SA) relationships.

Lin Feng clicked his tongue twice, secretly marveling at the performance.

It's true that it's easier to make money off women.

Hermès has clearly understood women's vanity, no wonder women love Hermès' Himalaya – it certainly has a high-class feel.

It has to be said that when it comes to hyping up luxury goods, the French are the best.

Back in the MGM presidential suite, the two women threw their bags onto the sofa and collapsed onto the bed.

"I'm exhausted..." Sarah lay on the bed, groaning weakly.

"Aren't you hungry?" Lin Feng sat down on the sofa and looked out the window at the completely dark night.

"I'm hungry." Eileen rolled over and rubbed her stomach.

"What would you like to eat?"

Eileen thought for a moment: "Let the hotel send it up; I'm too lazy to go."

"OK." Lin Feng picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed room service.

A moment later, the doorbell rang.

Lin Feng: "Come in."

A chubby middle-aged man wearing a tall hat, followed by three chefs.

The middle-aged man was wearing a pristine white chef's uniform with the MGM Hotel logo embroidered on his chest and a small gold badge pinned to his collar, clearly indicating his status.

"Good evening, sir. I am Thomas, the executive chef of the hotel."

"Special service for guests of the presidential suite"

He bowed slightly, his attitude respectful but not servile, "We will tailor a unique menu for you based on the tastes and preferences of the three guests."

What would the three of you like to eat tonight?

Lin Feng stepped aside to let them in, then turned to look at the two women on the sofa: "What are you two eating?"

Sarah sat up in bed and thought for a moment: "I want to eat pizza and pasta today, and also a steak."

Eileen gave her a speechless look: "Are you a pig? How can you eat so much?"

She thought for a moment, then said, "I want to eat some seafood."

The executive chef took out a small notebook and carefully took notes.

"And you, sir?"

Lin Feng glanced at him and casually said, "Whatever, do whatever you want."

If this were said to a regular customer, the head chef would probably just arrange a set menu randomly.

The head chef smiled and nodded, then made a few more notes in his notebook.

"no problem.

Next, I'll read out the menu. If you have any complaints, sir, please feel free to make changes.

He cleared his throat, his voice steady and rhythmic.

"I will arrange for the three of us to have two Wellington steaks, lobster pasta, truffle pizza, blue lobster, and roast duck."

Grilled octopus, Boston lobster, pan-fried bluefin tuna, Gillardeau oysters with sea urchin and caviar.

He finished reciting in one breath, then looked up at Lin Feng: "Sir, is there anything else to add?"

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said, "That's enough, that's all."

"Yes, sir." The head chef made a checkmark in his notebook and then asked,

"Will you have it cooked for you in the suite, or will we prepare it in the kitchen and bring it over?"

"Bring it over when it's done." Lin Feng was too lazy to watch people frying and cooking in front of him.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

"It will take about thirty minutes." The head chef led the chefs out.

Sarah took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, uncorked it, and poured a glass for each of the three of them.

She swirled the wine in her glass, took a sip, and said, "I wonder how good the head chef's cooking is."

Eileen took the wine glass and rolled her eyes at her: "How bad can the skills of an executive chef at a five-star hotel be?"

"You mean the restaurants you usually go to?"

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang on time.

The head chef, accompanied by three other chefs, pushed in a food cart and personally placed each dish on the table.

The golden-brown crust of the Wellington steak was baked to perfection.

The lobster pasta is beautifully presented, with a whole Boston lobster resting on top of the noodles;

The skin of the French roast duck is crispy and gives off a rich aroma;

Gillardeau oysters, served with sea urchin and caviar, gleam like pearls under the light.

The head chef set out the last dish, stepped back, and said respectfully, "Enjoy your dinner."

Once the chefs left, Salad and Erin started eating without any hesitation.

Salad cut a large piece of Wellington steak and stuffed it into her mouth, mumbling indistinctly:

"Hmm...it tastes really good."

Eileen ate her lobster slowly and deliberately, occasionally sipping her red wine, her demeanor much more elegant.

After eating and drinking their fill, the three of them collapsed on the sofa, none of them wanting to move.

"Are you going out tonight?" Lin Feng asked casually.

"I don't want to move anymore, I'm too full..." Sarah said weakly, rubbing her stomach.

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Alright, let's rest."

Eileen suddenly sat up, her eyes sparkling: "How about we go to a different casino tonight?"

The previously listless salad instantly sat up straight, her eyes lighting up: "This is great!"

The two women exchanged a glance, then looked at Lin Feng with anticipation in their eyes.

He was just complaining about being exhausted, but as soon as he heard we were going to a casino, he immediately perked up.

A woman's physical strength is indeed a mystery.

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh and said, "You've got quite a gambling addiction."

Eileen linked arms with Lin Feng: "It's not that I'm addicted to gambling, it's just that the feeling of winning is too amazing."

I don't like to lose.

"Alright, let's go to Caesar's Palace today."

At 7 p.m., the entire city of Las Vegas was illuminated by colorful neon lights.

The giant sphere in Las Vegas in the distance is displaying various emoji expressions.

As soon as he stepped out of the hotel, the overwhelming smell of marijuana on the street left Lin Feng speechless.

There are more people smoking marijuana in Las Vegas than in Austin.

Enter the casino in Rome marked by Caesars Palace.

The casinos are even more crowded at night.

In the hall, the most eye-catching people were dozens of women wearing short dresses that barely covered their waists. Their long, white legs were dazzling, and each of them had a hot figure and a high level of beauty.

They come from all skin tones, and they're all looking for a sugar daddy.

It has to be said that Las Vegas is truly a place of extravagance and debauchery.

The strategy remains the same: Lin Feng plays poker, while Sarah and Eileen play dice.