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

Lin Feng was somewhat surprised, not expecting that Diva Cassel would actually fly to Las Vegas with her best friend Victoria.

However, Lin Feng was just trying out Diva Cassell for the first time.

This woman is currently making waves in Hollywood; her face is on the covers of major fashion magazines.

But in the end, he was just a model in his early twenties, and Lin Feng was never short of beautiful women.

If she looks like her mother, Monica Bellucci,

That woman who stunned the world in "Malèna"

That's somewhat interesting.

It's a pity that if her mother were thirty years younger, Lin Feng might actually have some ideas.

Now, she's just a celebrity offspring.

Then Lin Feng said to Xiao Li, who was still rambling on and on on the other end of the phone:

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"They're just supermodels, not an aircraft carrier battle group; they can't cause any real trouble."

"Lin, I know you're very capable. Nobody dares to mess with you in Las Vegas."

But I still have to remind you, these Hollywood women may look glamorous and harmless, but...

Behind the scenes, they are all incredibly shrewd.

She's so cunning she can even raise fish.

I just hope you don't get hurt by women.

These women are no pushovers; they're capable of anything for profit and resources.

"I've been in this industry for almost thirty years, what kind of tricks haven't I seen?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's lips curled up slightly.

"No need to worry about that, I don't need to be on guard against anyone."

As long as they can withstand my anger and aren't afraid to die, that's fine.

"Hahaha!"

Little Li burst into laughter on the other end of the phone.

"That's true."

Few people who can run a casino in this city are good people.

Not to mention someone like you who has a billion dollars in cash displayed in the lobby as a decoration and no one dares to touch it.

Since you're not really interested in the Oscars, I'll leave it to you to look after Victoria and Diva's affairs for me.

I'm currently filming a new movie, and the director has scheduled the shoot like a battle, so I really don't have time to spend with her.

She's been telling me every day for the past few days that she wants to come to Las Vegas to visit you, and that she wants to eat that barbecue. I'm so tired of hearing it.

"Alright, he's with me, you can rest assured."

Lin Feng hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

He had just put his phone down when Qiao Chen leaned over, somewhat surprised, and said:

"Brother Feng, was that Leonardo DiCaprio on the phone with you just now?"

Jack from Titanic? The one who won the Oscar for Best Actor?

Lin Feng glanced at her and asked with amusement:

"What? You're his fan?"

"No, that's not it."

Qiao Chen quickly waved his hand and earnestly corrected him.

"He's gotten old and gained a lot of weight; he's not my type anymore."

I was a fan of him for a while when I was in junior high school. At that time, he had just finished filming "Inception" and his looks were at their peak.

But then he let himself go, throwing yacht parties every day with a group of supermodels.

I saw that photo of him with a scruffy beard on the news, and the filter on it looked completely shattered.

However, he is so famous that there are probably fewer people in the world who don't know him than who don't know the president.

I just didn't expect you to be so familiar with him.

Guo Lin sat on the sofa, holding a freshly brewed cup of Earl Grey tea.

"What's so difficult about that?"

Once you reach the level of wealth of a business owner, you won't need to actively seek out these celebrities; they will line up to get to know you.

That's just how realistic the concept of social circles is.

When you were still outside the circle, you thought that door was harder to get through than a bank vault.

But when you reach a certain level, that door will open automatically for you, and someone will be there to greet you with champagne.

"Let alone Leonardo DiCaprio, aren't all the owners of the six major Hollywood studios VIP clients of our casino?"

Lin Feng put down his wine glass, stood up, stretched, waved to the women, and said:

"Alright, everyone, take a break and relax."

Guo Lin stood up from the sofa, walked gracefully to Lin Feng's side, and spoke with a hint of ingratiating coquetry:

"Boss, let's have barbecue this afternoon."

I ate McKenna's smoked meat in Texas, and although it tasted good, I felt like something was missing.

The boss's secret-recipe grilled meat is still the most fragrant; one bite warms you up from head to toe. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

Lin Feng nodded.

"Can.

"Get two barbecue chefs from the casino to help out; I'll prepare the meat for you."

He was too lazy to do it.

"No problem! Leave the master's affairs to me, I guarantee you'll get a ready-made meal!"

Guo Lin happily agreed and immediately picked up her phone to contact the casino's food and beverage department.

The women each found a comfortable spot in the villa's spacious living room.

After resting for a while, Qiao Chen walked up to Lin Feng and said, "Brother Feng, I have to go prepare my thesis."

My supervisor just sent me another email, urging me to send him the final draft as soon as possible.

Wednesday is the deadline for the academic committee; if I don't submit my paper by then, I won't be able to defend it this year.

Lin Feng nodded and casually added a word of advice:

"Go ahead, but don't overwork yourself."

Your brain is much sharper now; writing a paper is a piece of cake for you.

Qiao Chen glanced at Lin Feng gratefully, a genuine smile unconsciously spreading across her lips, her voice filled with sincere gratitude and excitement:

"Brother Feng, your Qi-opening pill has been a tremendous help to me."

When I used to write papers, I would often get stuck, my train of thought would break down halfway through, and I would rack my brains for ages without being able to come up with a single paragraph.

Writing 500 words a day is considered highly productive.

But now it's completely different. The thoughts in my mind are like water pipes that have been punctured, gushing out uncontrollably.

I wrote the paper without any hiccups, and my train of thought flowed so smoothly that I could hardly believe it myself.

My photographic memory means I never need to go back and refer to the original text when citing references.

The contents of each document were clearly imprinted in my mind, so the defense was no problem for me.

I can answer any question my supervisor asks fluently; all the data and all the logical arguments are stored in my head.

Guo Lin, holding her teacup, looked at Qiao Chen's confident expression and couldn't help but tease him with a smile.

"You make it sound so easy, I'm tempted to go and get a PhD for fun."

Judging from your current state, it seems like getting a PhD is easier than me checking accounts at a casino.

"With your current qualifications, getting a PhD in humanities would be a piece of cake for you."

Anyway, you're not short of money. Just find a prestigious university, get your name listed there, spend two or three years there, and you'll graduate as Dr. Guo. Doesn't that sound great?

Sun Ting smiled and chimed in, holding a washed cherry in her hand, and stuffed it into Lin Feng's mouth as she spoke.