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

The bureau chief reacted incredibly quickly; before Zhao Gang could even finish speaking...

He had already turned around and waved urgently at the two soldiers who were holding Boss Zhou captive.

His tone was so stern, it was as if he were reprimanding a subordinate.

"Untie him! Untie him! Didn't you hear what Mr. Zhao said?"

This is Mr. Zhao's friend!

Who gave you permission to pin him to the ground?

"Yes"

The two men immediately released their knees from Boss Zhou.

They helped him up from the ground, one on each side, and even patted the dust off his clothes.

Boss Zhou staggered to his feet, his knees still trembling, his face covered in blood, tears, and ash, looking utterly wretched.

She glanced at Zhao Gang excitedly, her lips trembling, and after a long while, she managed to squeeze out two words: "Thank you."

Zhao Gangchong nodded, feeling a mix of emotions.

He suddenly realized that the greatest luck he had ever had in his life was having a childhood friend like Lin Feng.

Next, Zhao Gang and the hardware store owner surnamed Zhou...

They were escorted by police cars to the most luxurious five-star hotel in downtown Manila.

Two police motorcycles led the way at the front and rear, with two bulletproof police cars in the middle.

A police helicopter hovered overhead the entire time.

The entire hotel corridor was cordoned off by the Philippine National Police.

Plainclothes police officers and uniformed military police patrolled back and forth in the elevator entrance and stairwell.

Even a hotel waiter has to go through three security checks to deliver a towel.

The commotion was so large that other hotel guests peeked out from under the door.

I thought it was the president of some country staying there.

Zhao Gang had never enjoyed such treatment in his life.

He sat on the large leather sofa in the hotel suite.

Looking at the fruit basket and champagne personally delivered by the hotel general manager on the coffee table,

The past two days have felt like a bizarre and absurd nightmare.

The bruises and electric shock burns on his body have already been treated by the accompanying medical team.

I applied ointment and wrapped it with bandages, but it still aches slightly.

But compared to being tied to a bed and receiving electric shocks, it's like heaven and hell.

After his phone was fully charged and turned on, Zhao Gang immediately called Lin Feng.

I answered the phone after it rang twice.

Lin Feng's voice remained relaxed and nonchalant, as if nothing was wrong: "Are you alright?"

Upon hearing Lin Feng's voice, Zhao Gang felt a lump in his throat and his eyes immediately welled up with tears.

A man doesn't easily shed tears, but this is only because he has survived a calamity.

He took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound less agitated.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he couldn't help but tremble:

"It's alright, Brother Feng."

Thank you... no, you're my real dad!

If it weren't for Brother Feng's help this time, I would have been in grave danger.

Let me tell you, those kidnappers turned their stun guns up to the highest setting right in front of me, saying they were going to cut off my fingers one by one.

I genuinely thought that my life was over there...

In short, I cannot express my gratitude for such a great kindness.

You saved my life, Zhao Gang. If I ever need your help again, just say the word.

I would never flinch even if it meant going through fire and water.

Lin Feng chuckled on the other end of the phone, his tone light and teasing:

"It's nothing, don't worry about it."

If you want to switch careers and become an assassin, I have connections. Professional training, guaranteed to teach you until you learn.

They can even introduce you to clients, making you the world's number one assassin.

"No! Please don't!"

Zhao Gang was so startled he almost jumped off the sofa.

He sighed, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Brother Feng, please stop teasing me."

After this experience, I've finally realized that overseas is definitely not a place where I can make it.

Although I've seen a lot of the world, I'm still too unscrupulous and have a bad temper. Wherever I go, I'm destined to be taken advantage of.

I've made up my mind. I'm going back to China and I'm not coming back.

"After I go back, I plan to open a hardware store, live an honest life, and never dream of getting rich abroad again."

"Hardware store? You can repair power tools?" Lin Feng's tone carried a hint of surprise and amusement.

"This... I really don't know how to do this."

But then he changed the subject, his tone becoming more relieved and grateful.

Zhao Gang scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said...

"But when the police rescued me before, didn't they also rescue a hardware store owner from Jiangsu Province?"

That Mr. Zhou, he was locked up for five days, he was in a worse situation than me.

We chatted all the way in the ambulance. He said he had been in the hardware business for decades and owned two factories: a screw factory and a power tool factory.

Business is available all over the country.

He knows the hardware industry inside and out.

He said he could never repay the debt of saving his life and planned to personally train me for a year, teaching me from scratch how to do the hardware business.

"Once I've figured out everything, then help me open a shop."

"That's a good approach."

Most hardware stores in China are owned by people from Jiangsu Province. This Mr. Zhou has been in the business for decades, so his experience should be solid.

Hardware stores aren't exactly high-profit businesses, but their advantage lies in their stability.

Being content with modest wealth is fine.

If the location is chosen well, and the reputation is built up over the first few years,

What follows is a steady, long-term cash flow, which is a good long-term plan.

"Do you have the capital?" Lin Feng earnestly analyzed the situation for him.

"have!"

"You might not believe it, but when the Philippine police rescued me from the villa, didn't they return my luggage to me?"

When I opened it, I found an extra $100,000 in cash inside.

Ten bundles in total, neatly wrapped in kraft paper.

I asked the bureau chief where the money came from, and he said it was in the safe the kidnappers had put there before, and they thought it was mine, so they gave it to me.

Moreover, Boss Zhou personally promised me that he would supply all the goods for the first three years free of charge.

I can get whatever I want to sell directly from his channels without paying a single penny in costs.

"You saved his life, so this is only right."

If you hadn't said that, he'd still be in some small, dark room in the Philippines, waiting for his family to sell their house to raise ransom money.

This reward is fair to him.

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he suddenly changed the subject.

"But speaking of which, I have a suggestion—would you be interested in coming to Las Vegas?"

I opened a small casino here. It's not big, but it's quite decent.

You'll be my security captain. The job isn't complicated; you'll just be in charge of the casino's security team.

When there's something to do, we handle it; when there's nothing to do, we sit and drink tea.

I'll pay you $30,000 a month, all-inclusive (food and lodging).

What do you think about receiving bonuses at the end of the year?

Zhao Gang was initially overjoyed, his heart instinctively skipping a beat.

$30,000 a month, that's over $300,000 a year, which is more than 2 million RMB.

He worked in China for seven or eight years, and his total annual salary was less than a fraction of what others earned.

This income level was like a windfall for him.

But after calming down and thinking it over carefully, he still shook his head.

Although he doesn't have any great abilities, he has one advantage: he is self-aware.

He doesn't have the ability to take $30,000.

Lin Feng just saved him; he can't repay kindness with enmity.