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

Guo Lin nodded thoughtfully, falling into a brief moment of contemplation.

Qiao Chen's concerns were not unfounded.

A man like Lin Feng naturally has extremely high standards.

It's impossible for him to give just any woman who approaches him a second glance.

If this meticulous preparation fails to achieve the desired results, Qiao Chen's confidence will definitely suffer a significant blow.

After thinking for a moment, Guo Lin spoke:

"What you said makes some sense; the boss certainly has a good eye."

Not just any ordinary woman can catch his eye.

However, you don't need to worry so much.

Even if Mr. Lin doesn't like you this time, there's no need to be anxious.

We can also take a roundabout approach, a roundabout way to achieve our goal.

Qiao Chen asked curiously, "How does it work in a roundabout way?"

Guo Lin rolled her eyes at her, "Are you stupid?"

While we were having barbecue in the yard today, didn't Sarah just announce the establishment of a Black Lotus Cult?

How could you forget so quickly?

Why don't you just join the Black Lotus Cult?

Once you become one of the church's own people, won't you have more opportunities to interact with the boss in the future?

"Being near the water tower makes it easy to get the moon first, and familiarity breeds affection."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Chen hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head repeatedly:

"No, no, absolutely not."

When I went abroad to study, my parents repeatedly warned me against joining any religious organization.

You wouldn't believe it, but my dad wrote me a long letter about this, using three pages to explain the dangers of various cults.

If they knew I secretly joined some kind of "Black Lotus Cult" in Las Vegas, they would be furious and would definitely say I joined a cult.

"They'll really fly over from China and break my legs. This time, I'm not kidding."

Guo Lin glared at her and said irritably:

What is a cult?

Nonsense.

The Black Lotus Cult was only established yesterday. You don't even know what its doctrines are or what it does, yet you keep calling it a cult.

Besides, whether something is righteous or evil is never determined by its name, but by its strength.

With the boss around, what's there to be afraid of?

She paused, her tone becoming more serious:

"If you don't tell me and I don't tell me, who will know that you've joined the Black Lotus Cult?"

Your parents are halfway around the world in China, do you think they have eyes that can see a thousand miles away?

Besides, Qiao Chen, don't you want a man like the boss?

Rich, powerful, good-looking, and full of inner qualities, he also possesses mysterious and unpredictable abilities, such as being able to cure your twenty-year-old severe myopia with a single pill.

"Can you find another man like this anywhere in the world, even with a lantern?"

"If I join the Black Lotus Cult... I don't need to get tattoos or anything like that, right?"

Qiao Chen's tone softened noticeably, carrying a hint of cautious probing.

She was a well-behaved girl since she was a child, and tattoos were strictly forbidden in her family. Her father said that if she dared to get tattoos on her body after going abroad, she could forget about entering the house.

"Nonsense, of course not."

Do you think the Black Lotus Cult is a street thug gang with tattoos?

And to be honest with you, I even think that joining the Black Lotus Cult isn't necessarily a bad choice.

On the contrary, it could be a tremendous opportunity.

Who is Sarah?

She was one of the boss's most trusted women; how could anything she produced be bad?

Do you believe me or not?

Guo Lin spoke earnestly and confidently, her gaze meeting Qiao Chen's eyes directly.

"Your judgment has always been excellent; I've never doubted that."

Qiao Chen nodded.

From university until now, Guo Lin's judgment has indeed rarely been wrong.

Whether it was choosing a major, choosing a job, or later choosing to follow Lin Feng, every step seemed to be the optimal solution in hindsight.

"Think about it, this one pill can cure your high myopia that has bothered you for twenty years, with no side effects and no surgical risks."

It has an immediate effect after consumption.

Have you ever heard of such a thing existing in the world before?

What the entire medical community couldn't do, a tiny pill did.

How amazing do you think that is?

This was just a small pill that the boss casually picked out; to him, it was probably not worth mentioning at all.

Think carefully about how many more amazing things he has that we can't even imagine.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Chen nodded in deep agreement: "It is indeed amazing."

I've worn glasses for twenty years.

Just one pill is all it takes.

This was truly unheard of before; no one would believe it if I told them.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."

When you go to sleep later, think about it carefully by yourself.

Is it more important to be ashamed or to seize a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

I'll drive you to the mall first thing tomorrow morning and buy you some nice clothes.

Let's get the styling sorted out first.

No matter what kind of battle it is, the equipment must be in place first.

Guo Lin patted Qiao Chen on the shoulder, stood up, and turned off the bedside lamp.

"Okay," Qiao Chen replied, then burrowed under the covers and closed her eyes.

But her mind never stopped working; every event that had happened during the day replayed in her mind like a revolving lantern.

A wall of one billion US dollars in cash, magical barbecue, and the "Brain-Opening Pill" that helped her overcome twenty years of nearsightedness.

All of these things combined forced her to re-examine what Guo Lin had said.

The night was cool as water.

Qiao Chen drifted off to sleep.

She was a light sleeper when suddenly, a faint scream entered her ears.

It was blurry, as if it came from a very far place, or as if it were right next door.

She woke up instantly, her back soaked with cold sweat in a flash.

Memories of the night of the shooting came flooding back.

She sat bolt upright in bed, reaching for the bedside lamp; her fingers trembled violently.

It took me two tries to find the switch.

With a click, the soft light from the CD player dispelled the darkness in the room.

She glanced instinctively at her side; Guo Lin's bed was empty.

The blanket was half pulled back, but the person was nowhere to be found.

Guo Lin has disappeared.

This discovery made Qiao Chen's heart skip a beat again.

Just as she was about to call Guo Lin's name, she suddenly heard a faint sound coming from downstairs.

The sound was loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the still of the night.

She listened carefully for a moment and discerned the content of the sound.

It was Sarah's voice, and it seemed like Guo Lin's voice was also there, with fluctuating intonation.

Oh my god!!!

Oh my god!!

Qiao Chen instantly understood what was happening over there.

Her cheeks flushed bright red at a visible speed, spreading to her neck, making her look like a boiled shrimp.

She grabbed the blanket and covered herself completely from head to toe.

She curled up into a tiny ball under the covers.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to distract herself by counting sheep.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

But the sound was like a feather, barely perceptible, tugging at her eardrums, making it impossible for her to concentrate.