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

When gambling that night, Lin Feng wasn't in a hurry to win.

I spent two hours at Caesars Palace.

It was past 10 p.m. when we left Caesars Palace.

The Las Vegas Strip remains brightly lit, with neon signs flashing one after another, a scene of extravagance and decadence.

The water jets changed colors under the lights.

The streets were teeming with people, including sexy women, drunken gamblers, internet celebrities livestreaming on their phones, and scantily clad prostitutes smoking on street corners.

Some people even sent Lin Feng small cards offering to experience a golden retriever for $200.

Lin Feng simply threw it away.

Lin Feng put his arm around Sarah and Eileen, and the three of them walked along the sidewalk toward the MGM Hotel.

I had a good night. I won over eight million US dollars in two hours, and after taxes, I got six million three hundred thousand.

Lin Feng didn't feel anything special; for him, winning money was just a formality.

Sarah and Eileen were very excited, their cheeks were flushed, and Eileen became more talkative on the way.

This street is a heavily regulated area in Las Vegas, and police officers frequently patrol in their cars to maintain order.

Casinos need tourists who are living a life of debauchery, not homeless people all over the streets.

Therefore, the city government has very strict regulations. If anyone dares to camp or beg on the main road, the police will fine them and drive them away without saying a word. Those who repeatedly violate the rules will be stunned with electric batons.

If they still won't leave, then we'll have to use embedded copper.

As the three were walking, a timid voice suddenly came from the corner of the wall by the roadside.

"Sir, could you please give me ten US dollars?"

Lin Feng stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

Under the dim streetlights, a young brown-haired woman huddled in a corner, wearing a dirty gray T-shirt, jeans with a hole in the knee, and canvas shoes.

She was holding a faded backpack in her arms, curled up in a ball, and looked to be only about 20 years old.

Eileen frowned and sized her up, her tone wary:

"What are you doing? Shouldn't homeless people go back into the tunnel?"

Normally, you don't see homeless people on the streets of Las Vegas.

In order to maintain the image of the "world's leading tourist and gambling city", the city government had long ago driven all the homeless people into the city's underground drainage tunnels.

Those tunnels, which connect in all directions and are warm in winter and cool in summer, have become a gathering place for homeless people.

As long as it doesn't get in the way on the street, the municipal government doesn't bother with it.

The girl looked up, her long brown hair draped messily over her shoulders, her face dirty, but her features were pretty, her eyes light brown, carrying a hint of confusion and helplessness.

She whispered, "I was kicked out of my family... Now I'm homeless."

But I don't dare live inside the tunnel; it's too dangerous in there.

Sarah crouched down. "How old are you? Why were you kicked out?"

"I just turned eighteen." The girl lowered her head, her voice growing softer and softer. "My stepmother said I'm a burden on the family and that I have to find my own way to make a living."

"You don't have any odd jobs?" Sarah asked again.

The girl bit her lip. "I work as a cleaner at the casino."

I suddenly fainted at work today and accidentally bumped into a customer... The manager kicked me out on the spot.

Sarah, with her sharp eyes, immediately spotted the row of tiny needle marks on the inside of her arm.

She didn't say it outright, but she already understood—selling blood plasma for money.

This kind of thing is all too common in the United States. When people are so poor that they have nowhere else to turn, the only thing they can sell is their bodies.

Blood plasma collection stations are everywhere, costing $50 per plasma donation, and you can sell it twice a week.

I'll use the money to buy some food and some marijuana, just getting by day by day.

Sarah took two hundred-dollar bills out of her wallet and handed them over:

"Take it, find a job as soon as possible."

The girl's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at the two banknotes, and she repeatedly thanked them, saying, "Thank you! Thank you! I will find a job, I will definitely find a job..."

Sarah was about to draw a few more bills when Eileen stopped her hand and shook her head.

"Two hundred dollars is enough. She should be able to support herself."

She glanced at the clover-patterned canvas bag at the girl's feet. "No matter how much money you give her, she'll probably just use it to buy marijuana."

If you don't want to go to work, you can sell things on the street; earning four or five hundred dollars a day should be enough for you to live on.

The girl lowered her head, neither speaking nor denying anything.

Sarah glanced at the bag at her feet, remained silent for a moment, stood up, and said nothing more.

There are plenty of homeless women like her in Las Vegas.

They flocked from all over the United States, hoping to find opportunities in Las Vegas, only to be met with harsh reality.

Some were sold, some died from drug overdoses, some disappeared, and no one remembers them anymore.

Those who are kicked out of their homes are basically left without anyone to care for them.

It was already late at night when I got back to the hotel.

Eileen had just finished showering when Lin Feng pulled her into the bedroom.

Forced startup.

The next morning, Lin Feng drove Sarah and Eileen to see the house.

After all, Sarah's house had been taken back by her father, and Lin Feng would arrange another one for her.

I contacted a real estate agent to go see the house.

Queen Ridge is one of the most upscale residential communities in Las Vegas, situated on a hillside on the west side of the city, overlooking the entire Las Vegas Strip.

The community gate is guarded by fully armed security guards, and registration is required to enter and exit, ensuring excellent privacy.

The house is a Mediterranean-style villa with white exterior walls, red tiled roof, and two palm trees planted in front of the door.

The real estate agent was a Chinese woman around 28 years old who wore glasses. She had a quiet demeanor, fair skin, delicate features, and was very attractive.

Wearing a well-tailored suit dress, her graceful figure was on full display.

She walked steadily and gracefully on the gravel road in her high heels.

Seeing Lin Feng, a Chinese man, with two blonde women in his arms was somewhat unexpected.

But she still introduced herself warmly: "Sir, my name is Sun Ting."

Listening to the other person's standard Mandarin, dressed in all black with no manicure, no ABC style to cater to Western aesthetics, no squinty eyes, sausage lips, or American fake smile.

This made Lin Feng feel much more comfortable.

Seeing that the other person was not very old, Lin Feng asked, "A student studying abroad in China?"

Sun Ting smiled and shook her head, saying, "No, I'm working here. I've already graduated. I have a bachelor's and master's degree in computer science from Tsinghua University. Before that, I worked as a data analyst at Microsoft and Google."

After being laid off, he started his own real estate company in Las Vegas.

It's just a real estate agency, not a real estate company.

However, Lin Feng didn't say much, just nodded: "Since we're all Chinese, as long as the house isn't a problem, I'm fine buying from you."

Sun Ting said gratefully, "Thank you so much! Don't worry, I'll definitely give you the best price. May I ask your surname, sir?"

Lin Feng

"Oh, Mr. Lin, please come with me."

Led by Sun Ting, they arrived at a three-story villa.

Sun Ting opened the door with her key and introduced, "This house has a total area of ​​530 square meters, six bedrooms, four bathrooms, and four parking spaces."

There are two swimming pools, one indoor heated pool and one outdoor infinity pool, since Las Vegas is quite hot in the summer.

Moreover, this house faces the Las Vegas Strip, offering a particularly beautiful view at night.

"The Queen's Ridge community has very complete facilities, including a golf course, tennis courts, a fitness club, and private restaurants.

The neighbors are all elites from various industries, including finance, technology, and immigrants from various countries.

The area is also very safe.

Eileen walked around the living room, pushed open the French windows, and went out onto the terrace.

Lin Feng looked at the house and found it to be generally good.

"What price range?"

The surface of the infinity pool shimmered in the sunlight, and she took a deep breath.

The total price is six million three hundred thousand US dollars.

This house is fully furnished and has not yet been occupied.

The annual property tax is 1%, plus property management fees, bringing the total cost to approximately $70,000 per year.

After quoting her price, Sun Ting waited anxiously for Lin Feng to speak.