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

Guo Lin smiled, a hint of indifference in her smile, and said softly:

"I don't care about his character or not, I've already decided that he's the boss for life."

Wherever he goes, I'll go; whatever he asks me to do, I'll do. I, Guo Lin, am sticking with him for the rest of my life.

"Aren't you afraid that one day they'll get tired of you and kick you out?"

Qiao Chen asked in a low voice, her tone tinged with worry.

"What are you afraid of?"

What my boss is giving me now is enough for me to live comfortably for the rest of my life.

My current annual salary plus year-end bonus guarantees me this amount.

Guo Lin held up her hand and made a "1" gesture.

"How much? One million US dollars?" Qiao Chen guessed.

Guo Lin shook her head, a mysterious smile on her face.

"Ten...ten million US dollars?"

Qiao Chen's eyes widened, and her voice rose.

"Ten million is normal; the annual income of my sisters and I is about the same."

Sun Ting's score is roughly the same as mine, while Sarah's is slightly higher.

In addition, there are various bonuses, benefits, and jewelry given by the boss during holidays.

Conservatively speaking, it would be around 11 million US dollars a year.

Moreover, the boss also provided each of us with a luxury car and a house.

Red envelopes during holidays and festivals start at six figures.

So what do you think I'm afraid of?

Even if I were kicked out tomorrow, the wealth I've accumulated is enough for me to live a life of luxury.

Guo Lin counted the items one by one on her fingers for Qiao Chen.

Qiao Chen swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

She was a PhD student at Stanford, and even after graduation, she landed a job at a top tech company in Silicon Valley.

The annual salary is at most $500,000.

Even Qiao Chen, who isn't materialistic, felt envious.

How many women does Mr. Lin have?

"There are quite a few. There are six openly known, but who knows if there are any more behind the scenes?"

"Wow, that's incredible! The cost of supporting women alone is a hundred million US dollars a year. That's outrageous!"

Qiao Chen took a deep breath and said again, "I admit it."

This was the best decision you've ever made in your life, bar none.

"Absolutely."

Come on, I'll take you to play a few rounds.

It will let you experience the decadent lifestyle of capitalism.

Guo Lin took Qiao Chen's hand and started walking forward.

"I'm really not good at this. I have absolutely no talent for gambling, I don't even know how to play Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game)."

Not to mention these complex rules.

Qiao Chen shook his head repeatedly and took a step back.

"What are you afraid of? It's on me if I treat. If we lose, it's on me; if we win, it's on you. Is that alright?"

Before Qiao Chen could refuse, Guo Lin pulled her to the chip exchange counter.

He transferred $100,000 worth of chips from his VIP account.

He stuffed a stack of colorful chips into Qiao Chen's hand.

Then, Guo Lin took her and they tried every single game in the casino from beginning to end.

Start with the simplest slot machines, then roulette, then blackjack, and finally Texas Hold'em.

At first, Qiao Chen was hesitant and only dared to bet the smallest amount of chips in each round, for fear of losing.

But after playing a dozen or so rounds, she gradually relaxed and began to enjoy the tense and exciting feeling.

As luck would have it, the $100,000 chips ended up being $250,000.

Not only did they not lose, they actually made a net profit of 150,000.

Qiao Chen pushed all the chips he had won in front of Guo Lin and said sincerely:

"Go and cancel it."

"This is your initial investment; any wins are yours too."

"You won this money yourself, so it's yours."

Luck is something that only applies to individuals; if someone else gets involved with it, they'll suffer bad luck.

Guo Lin smiled and pushed the chips back.

"No, please don't! If you do that, I'll buy a plane ticket tonight and fly back to China overnight."

I'm telling you, if you insist on giving me this 150,000, our friendship ends here.

Qiao Chen pushed the chips back firmly, his expression serious, not like he was joking.

"Fine, fine, if you don't want it, then don't. Your bad temper is still exactly the same as before."

I'll treat you to barbecue that night; it'll be the best you've ever had in your life, I swear on my honor.

Guo Lin took back her chips and shook her head with a smile.

She knew Qiao Chen too well. This girl had her own bottom line and principles in her conduct and dealings. She would never take money that she shouldn't have, and she had a very strong sense of boundaries.

That's why they've remained best friends for so many years.

"Oh? I'd like to see what you can come up with."

"We'll see." Qiao Chen pushed up his glasses, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

After playing all afternoon, until it gradually got dark, Guo Lin drove the Ferrari back to the villa with Qiao Chen.

After a day at the casino, Qiao Chen's mood was noticeably better than in the morning.

His face had regained some color, and his voice was no longer as tense as when he first arrived.

Lin Feng was half-reclining on the sofa in the living room, engrossed in playing a game.

Guo Lin tugged at Qiao Chen's sleeve and said in a low voice:

"Don't go over there yet. The boss doesn't like being disturbed while he's playing games."

He'll be very unhappy.

"Oh, that's good. Let's keep our voices down."

Qiao Chen quickly slowed her pace and followed Guo Lin quietly up the stairs on the side of the living room.

Upon entering Guo Lin's room, Qiao Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief and placed her backpack on the floor.

I settled comfortably onto the soft fabric sofa and stretched out a long yawn.

Guo Lin's room was decorated very elegantly, with a small balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

You can see the distant mountains and the Las Vegas skyline.

She walked to the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of fine vintage red wine.

He skillfully pulled out the cork, poured two glasses, and handed one to Qiao Chen.

"It seems Mr. Lin has a rather easygoing personality."

"Absolutely, when the boss is less demanding, we're in a better mood."

At this moment, Qiao Chen suddenly remembered something, put down her wine glass, and asked:

"Oh right, I almost forgot to tell you."

The last time I spoke with my grandfather on the phone, he told me that I knew a very talented calligraphy master.

When I visited your home last time, your dad proudly showed him a piece of calligraphy.

The exquisite brushwork and vivid spirit of that calligraphy were unmatched in his entire life; he had seen few works that could rival it.

He said the calligraphy was vigorous and powerful, with strokes that seemed to penetrate the paper.

This is not something an ordinary calligrapher could write; just looking at the handwriting gives off a terrifying aura.

They praised that calligraphy as if it were the best thing in the world.

He said he had inquired around for a long time, and eventually spent over 100,000 yuan to try and get that calligraphy master to write a piece and inscribe a studio name for him.

The other party completely ignored him.

You wouldn't believe it, but my maternal grandfather only knew how to paint in his entire life, but he also studied calligraphy. His family had a collection of calligraphy copybooks and rubbings that filled half the room.

He's been craving that calligraphy for ages, and he still talks about it constantly.

Upon hearing this, Guo Lin's lips curled into a wide smile.

He gave a meaningful smile, took a sip of red wine,

He slowly countered with the question, "Guess who that master is?"