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

Lin Feng glanced at the scenery outside the window and said decisively, "I bought it."

Sun Ting was stunned for a moment, not expecting Lin Feng to be so agreeable.

I'm a little excited.

Lin Feng nodded casually, "Have someone come and sign the contract. We'll transfer the ownership today."

A hint of joy flashed across Sun Ting's face. "Okay, Mr. Lin, I'll contact the developer right away. Please wait a moment."

She quickly walked to the side, took out her phone, and dialed a number.

Even though they were several meters apart, Sun Ting's every word was clearly audible.

She did contact the developer's sales manager and quoted the same price they had just agreed on, without adding a penny. She even secured a first-year property management fee reduction for Lin Feng.

Hearing this, Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction.

This woman is honest; she didn't intend to cheat him.

Of course, he's not afraid of being scammed at all, as long as he can bear the consequences of being scammed.

Sun Ting hung up the phone, walked back with a smile, and was even more enthusiastic than before:

"Mr. Lin, the sales staff will be here in fifteen minutes. We just negotiated a price reduction, but we will waive the first year's property management fee for you."

I've ordered three coffees for the three of you; they'll be here shortly.

"Okay." Lin Feng sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs.

Sarah and Eileen, unable to stay still, went upstairs hand in hand to wander around.

Only Lin Feng and Sun Ting remained in the living room.

Lin Feng looked her up and down, his gaze lingering on Sun Ting's glasses.

They say airplanes are the highest in the sky, and glasses are the coolest on the ground.

Sun Ting wore a pair of gold-rimmed half-rimmed glasses, her long hair was tied in a low ponytail, and she wore a pair of three-centimeter stiletto heels.

She is capable and efficient, with an air of intellectual quietness. I wonder if there is any contrast?

Feeling uncomfortable under Lin Feng's intense gaze, Sun Ting subconsciously smoothed her hair behind her ear and gave an awkward smile.

"Mr. Lin, if you have any other requirements for the house, please feel free to mention them."

Furniture selection can be coordinated with the developer.

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and shook his head: "No, not at all."

I'm just curious, you work at an internet company, and you have both a bachelor's and master's degree in computer science, how did you end up in real estate?

Sun Ting looked slightly embarrassed: "You're right."

I used to work at Microsoft, and then I switched to Google.

There were indeed many Tsinghua alumni there, and I felt quite a sense of belonging when I first arrived. Later, the department manager was changed to an Indian, and they laid off our entire team, replacing them with people of Indian descent.

She paused, her tone tinged with helplessness: "There's serious internal friction in the workplace, and the leader is an amateur who likes to give bad advice."

Moreover, I have to change workstations frequently. Sometimes I just rent a place here, and then I have to be transferred to another park next month, which doubles my commute time.

too tired.

I've saved up some money in the last two years, so I decided to start my own company and become a real estate broker.

Although it's tiring, at least I'm working for myself, and I'm thinking of trying a different approach while I'm still young.

Lin Feng nodded without saying anything.

It's nothing new for Indian executives in Silicon Valley to band together and exclude outsiders, replacing entire departments with their own people.

Seeing that Lin Feng remained silent, Sun Ting tentatively asked, "By the way, Mr. Lin, what do you do for a living?"

She sized up Lin Feng, who was dressed in designer clothes, driving a Cadillac Escalade, and had his arms around two elegant white women.

Such pomp and grandeur are definitely not for ordinary people.

Moreover, those two women were carrying rainbow-colored décor bags and Hermes Himalayan bags, which means they are definitely very wealthy. No one would dare to be so extravagant without hundreds of millions of US dollars.

Deep down, he believed that Lin Feng must be a super-rich second-generation heir.

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa. "I'm unemployed and a kept man."

Sun Ting was stunned for a moment, then smiled, not believing it at all.

How can someone who lives off a woman be so arrogant?

How dare he bring two women out to buy a house and make them get along like sisters?

However, she also understood that Lin Feng was not familiar with her and did not want to tell the truth.

She wisely refrained from asking further questions.

A dozen minutes later, a white Tesla Model X drove into the community and came to a steady stop in front of the villa.

The car door opened, and a fat white man in his forties got out, wearing a dark blue suit, his belly making his shirt bulge.

He was carrying a briefcase, and his smile was as wide as that of Maitreya Buddha.

He looked up at the villa, his gaze sweeping over the Cadillac Escalade parked at the entrance.

Sun Ting went up to him, about to introduce him, when the fat man suddenly froze.

His gaze passed over Sun Ting and landed on Sarah and Eileen, who were chatting on the sofa.

The fat man's face immediately lit up with a delighted smile, and he quickly stepped forward. "Miss Eileen, Miss Sarah, what are you doing here?"

Eileen glanced down at him, frowned, and clearly didn't recognize him: "Who are you?"

The fat man quickly introduced himself: "I'm David! I went to your house with the boss last time, don't you remember?"

You were studying at Harvard Law School back then!

Eileen was speechless. Who remembers what happened back in the day?

"I can't remember."

David rubbed his hands together, not feeling embarrassed at all.

His smile became even more solicitous. "I wonder how Councilor Andrew is feeling lately?"

It's been a long time since I last visited.

Eileen asked expressionlessly, "What do you need?"

"My boss has been wanting to invite Councilor Andrew to play golf."

"I don't care about his affairs. You can have your boss make the appointment."

Now, regarding the house, my sister has her eye on a house here.

David laughed and said, "So it's Miss Sarah who wants to buy a house. That's easy. We happen to have a discount, so we'll go with $600 million."

"As long as Miss Sarah introduces me to Senator Dendas O'Carahan."

Sarah waved her hand: "You want to see my godfather for $30? You've got a good plan."

"It's only $630 million, hurry up and transfer the title, I'm busy right now."

David was somewhat disappointed. "No problem."

Then he took out three business cards from his pocket and handed them to Lin Feng and the other two.

"This is my business card. Feel free to contact me if you need anything."

David smiled and said, "Okay, let's go to Clark County Center to register the property rights."

Las Vegas is part of Clark County, and all property registrations are handled at the county government center.

The transfer of ownership was very simple; there was no need to hire a lawyer, as Eileen herself was the lawyer.

Originally, the property rights would take three working days to become effective, but I didn't expect it to be done in the afternoon.

After all, her father was a senator, and Sarah's godfather was also a senator.

Sun Ting remained an observer throughout.

I can't help but feel a pang of regret; no matter which country you're in, having connections in the government makes things much easier.

Chinese Americans don't have access to these resources.

I was just curious about Lin Feng's identity.

It's amazing that she could so easily win over the daughters of two congressmen.

Over the next five days, Lin Feng took Sarah and Eileen to various casinos.

The Venetian, Wynn, Bellagio, Treasure Island—one after another.

I always go at night, play for an hour or two, and stop when I win eight million.

We won't win too many games, nor will we leave too many behind.

Five days later, the funds in the account had accumulated to 45 million US dollars.

Forty-five million should last a while.

On the contrary, Sarah and Erin became more and more addicted to the game.

The two women would discuss which casino to go to the next day every night.

Sarah lay on the bed, "Forty-five million US dollars is enough, isn't it?"

"One hundred million, perhaps."

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa and said again, "Although it wasn't won at the same casino, the three of us go to casinos too often. Let's have two other people go instead."

"Who should go instead?" Sarah looked up.

A name flashed through Lin Feng's mind: Matthew, his underling in Las Vegas.

Later, he followed Lin Feng and was quite reliable in handling matters.

Let him go to the casino, it shouldn't be a problem.

Sarah's eyes suddenly lit up, and she sat up abruptly: "Those two bitches in prison! Jaina and Mira, aren't they thinking about you all the time?"

Let them go!

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, then remembered the two female prison guards in the detention center. They had been tortured and forced to confess when he was in solitary confinement.

After I was released from the detention center, we didn't keep in touch much.

Come to think of it, it has indeed been a long time since we last met.

Lin Feng nodded, took out his phone, and said, "Send them a message and ask them out for a quickie."

"Aren't you afraid that people will get married?" Eileen said speechlessly.

"Marriage is better"