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

"How could I possibly guess?"

I've heard of most of the masters in the calligraphy circle, so this is clearly not the case.

My grandfather said he had inquired around, but no one knew who the author of that calligraphy was.

It was as if a reclusive master had appeared out of nowhere.

Uncle Guo said this calligraphy and painting was a gift from you, so you must know.

"Stop being so mysterious, who is it?" Qiao Chen asked eagerly.

"Far away, yet right before my eyes."

Guo Lin pointed to the floor beneath her feet, then to the direction of the stairs, "The guy playing games downstairs."

"You're not saying it's Mr. Lin, are you?"

Qiao Chen looked astonished and asked with some doubt;

"Congratulations, you got it right," Guo Lin said with a smile.

The smug expression on her face made it seem as if she had written the calligraphy herself.

"To have such profound calligraphy skills at such a young age?"

She's only in her early twenties, right?

Calligraphy is not something that can be mastered quickly with talent alone; it requires decades of practice and the accumulation of life experience.

It takes at least twenty or thirty years of hard work to write good characters.

I've practiced calligraphy since I was a child, and now I'm a member of the Calligraphers Association, having won several awards in competitions of all sizes.

I consider myself to be quite good among my peers.

But my grandfather said I'm still far from good enough.

"The calligraphy that even my grandfather, a picky and nitpicky old scholar, praised so highly, was actually written by Mr. Lin?"

Qiao Chen said incredulously, her tone full of disbelief.

That's just the way it is.

I watched the boss write that calligraphy with my own eyes.

It's in a villa in Sanya.

It took less than two minutes to write, all in one go.

"You think it's outrageous, but that's the truth." Guo Lin shrugged, her tone certain.

Guo Lin chuckled, leaned closer, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"How is it, Dr. Joe?"

If you became the boss's woman, not only could you earn tens of millions of US dollars a year like I do now, but your grandfather could also have any calligraphy, studio names, or couplets he wanted.

Isn't it all up to you to say a word?

Write whatever you want, as much as you want, the boss will arrange everything perfectly for you.

"The way you're talking makes it sound like Mr. Lin would be interested in me."

Qiao Chen rolled her eyes at Guo Lin speechlessly, then picked up her wine glass and took a big gulp to cover up her embarrassment.

"What? Even our Dr. Joe is interested?"

Guo Lin stared at Qiao Chen with a half-smile, as if she had caught him red-handed.

Qiao Chen pursed her lips, downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, and said frankly:

"I've already earned my doctorate and I'm 28 years old. Do you think I'm not in a hurry?"

You know how hard it is to find a boyfriend in our circle.

A large number of the female PhD students from Tsinghua University, Peking University, and the Chinese Academy of Sciences are still single.

She's in her late twenties, highly educated, and most men wouldn't dare pursue her.

We wouldn't even consider someone with the same educational background, but whose family background is too poor or whose looks aren't good.

Didn't you also struggle to find one back then?

She calls me every day complaining that she's going to be alone for the rest of her life.

Guo Lin burst into laughter, her laughter filled with schadenfreude and smugness:

"I'd rather have nothing than something bad!"

"That's because your standards are too high. You want to consider family background, social standing, and even looks and height."

It also depends on education and personal ability; your list of potential partners is longer than the references in your doctoral dissertation.

"To put it bluntly, there aren't more than twenty men in all of China who can meet all those requirements of yours." Qiao Chen bluntly exposed Guo Lin's lie.

"As if you, Qiao Chen, aren't any different. Your list isn't much shorter than mine; it's just a case of the pot calling the kettle black."

"Alright, let's not talk about each other."

Logically speaking, your boss doesn't meet your criteria for a partner.

"My boss is so handsome and has special skills; his abilities are world-class."

This is a million times better than any academic background; my boss is my biggest backer.

I'm not stupid, so naturally I'll just stick to the boss.

Now, it turns out that my judgment was as sharp as ever.

Let me tell you, when I was pursuing my boss, I didn't hesitate for a second.

Qiao Chen nodded, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.

"Really? You're so lucky."

"How about it, want to be my sister? We'll be best friends forever."

Meeting the boss is a tremendous opportunity; I brought you here to the villa on purpose.

You only have this one chance; if you miss it, you'll never have another one in your life.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Chen remained silent for a long while before saying:

"Old Guo, you've really won me over."

He earns a multi-million dollar annual salary, possesses top-tier looks, charisma, and height, and his character seems fine so far.

He also has such beautiful handwriting that my grandfather was amazed.

Men with these qualities are rare even in the whole world.

Although he did have quite a few women around him.

If you can accept it, then I certainly can too.

She paused, shrugged, and continued, "But then again..."

Even if you want me to seize the opportunity, Mr. Lin has to be interested in me first.

Mr. Lin is surrounded by beautiful women; he can have any kind of woman he wants.

Why would you be interested in me?

"Old Joe, you're quite direct, not hiding anything at all."

"You were just saying you were a respectable person, how come you're not respectable now?"

"Why can't you just say what you mean? Why beat around the bush?"

When a good opportunity is presented to us, who wouldn't want to seize it?

I'm not a princess living in a fairy tale, so what's wrong with being realistic?

Besides, we're all women now, so let's not pretend in front of each other.

What women call being reserved and slow to warm up is simply because the other person isn't good enough.

There aren't that many slow-to-warm-up women; they just haven't found someone worthy of their passion.

Do you remember that economics expert, Senior Sister Jin?

In order to get into Harvard, she had to sleep with this man and that man, all of whom were decades older than her and had hardly any hair left.

After all these years of struggling, all I've managed to get is a university professor, with the title of an economics expert.

She worked so hard for so many years, put on so many smiles, and suffered so many losses.

In the end, their income won't even equal what Guo Lin earns in a year.

Guo Lin smiled smugly and put her arm around Qiao Chen's shoulder.

The usual playful and teasing expression vanished from that refined face.

He adopted an unusually serious expression and said in a solemn tone:

"Old Joe, we've been playing together since we were kids, so I won't beat around the bush with you."

Everything I just said is true.

Not a single word was a joke.

I'll ask you one more time: would you like to be the boss's woman?

"Are you serious?"

Qiao Chen's eyes widened.

"Nonsense, of course it's true."

Otherwise, why would I go through all this trouble to pick you up from the airport and bring you back to the villa?

Why not just throw you into the five-star hotel across the street? That way, I won't have to share a bed with you.

Old Joe, we've known each other for almost twenty years, and I can tell you with certainty,

Becoming the boss's woman is the greatest opportunity of your life.

It's bigger than getting into any top tech company in the future.

"Once you miss this opportunity, it'll be gone forever. You'll regret it then."