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

Guo Lin waved her hand, a smug yet perfectly clear-headed smile on her face.

Why pursue a PhD?

Isn't it all for a better future, to find a high-paying job, and to have a certain status in society?

I'm now the CFO of Black Lotus Group, and my annual salary and bonuses alone amount to tens of millions of US dollars.

And with the boss as a powerful backer, there's also the support of the boss.

The future looks so bright that I can hardly keep my eyes open.

Why would I waste my perfectly good life on a doctorate?

Serving your boss well is better than getting ten PhDs.

You agree, right, boss?

This blatant flattery was delivered flawlessly and without a single flaw.

And yet, every word he spoke was the absolute truth, which secretly pleased Lin Feng.

The corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

Sure enough, everyone loves to hear nice things; it's more comforting than drinking an ice-cold beer.

He adjusted the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, and was clearly in a very good mood.

"That's right, you should all learn from Guo Lin. She's really putting her intelligence to good use."

Qiao Chen nodded in deep agreement.

His tone revealed both his appreciation for Guo Lin's insightful understanding.

"Sister Lin is absolutely right."

However, I'm different from her. I've already gotten this far; my doctoral dissertation is just one step away from completion.

Giving up at this point would be too much of a loss.

We cannot afford to fail at the last hurdle.

So I have to get my doctorate no matter what, whether I need it or not, at least to give myself an explanation.

When the time comes, I'll just put the PhD certificate in front of Brother Feng, at least proving that the woman he took in wasn't some good-for-nothing who gave up halfway.

After saying that, Qiao Chen hurriedly ran upstairs to the study with her laptop, closed the door, and began to bury herself in revising the final draft of her thesis.

In the afternoon, Sarah brought in two experienced barbecue chefs from the Black Lotus Casino's food and beverage department.

These two chefs are the mainstays of the casino's VIP restaurant; one specializes in American-style barbecue, and the other is an expert in Chinese-style barbecue.

Upon arrival, they discovered that it was just a simple meal prepared for the boss and his women, and the two of them did not dare to neglect them in the slightest.

After all, the opportunity to cook for the boss isn't something you get to do every day.

If you do a good job and the boss remembers you, you'll naturally reap the rewards in the future.

Lin Feng gave each person a tip of five hundred US dollars.

This made the two of them very happy.

"Thank you, boss. Thank you, boss."

"Where's the boss's meat?"

"It's in the fridge, go get it."

Lin Feng had already put the monster meat in the refrigerator.

The two took the meat out of the refrigerator, and the meat was reddish in color and had a fine texture.

Although the two chefs didn't know what kind of meat it was,

But just by looking at the appearance of the meat and its unique aroma, you could tell it was definitely extraordinary. I carefully took it.

Put in your best effort to marinate and roast.

Soon, the rich and overpowering aroma of roasted meat filled the courtyard, drifting away on the evening breeze.

Both barbecue chefs couldn't help but swallow hard; although they really wanted to eat, neither dared to.

After all, the boss's reputation was so great that it made the entire underworld tremble.

Although I don't know the boss's background, no one who offends the boss ever ends up well.

They all disappeared inexplicably.

Just then, Victoria and Diva Cassel called Lin Feng as soon as they got off the plane.

"Alright, you guys are lucky to have caught a good time."

No need to go to the hotel, let's come straight to the villa, just in time for dinner.

Diva Kassel said excitedly on the other end of the phone, her voice clear and full of anticipation:

"What great opportunity is it?"

Is there a special event at the casino? Or is there some other surprise?

Lin Feng: "I just finished grilling the meat and you guys arrived."

Freshly baked, eat it while it's hot.

"Wow! That's amazing! We're coming right now!" Diva cheered.

Over the phone, you could hear her turning her head and excitedly talking to Victoria in Italian in the background.

The two supermodels arrived at the villa in the evening.

The sunset in Las Vegas painted the sky a deep orange-red, bathing the entire courtyard in a crimson glow.

Victoria and Diva pushed open the villa's gate and immediately saw the sizzling barbecue grill in the yard.

And then there's the intense, irresistible aroma of grilled meat that fills the air.

The two supermodels, who had eaten their way through Michelin three-star restaurants in Hollywood's fashion world, both swallowed hard, their stomachs rumbling involuntarily.

However, when their gaze shifted from the barbecue grill to the several different Eastern faces beside Lin Feng,

The expressions on their faces visibly softened.

Victoria and Diva are both veterans in the modeling industry; managing their expressions in front of the camera is one of their specialties.

But the disappointment and surprise at that moment were still noticed by observant people.

They originally thought that tonight would be a private dinner hosted by Lin Feng, but they didn't expect that the villa was already full of beautiful women sitting at the table.

Especially Diva Cassel, whose gaze swept across the faces of the women around Lin Feng.

Asian faces, body types, and overall demeanor are all things men love.

A barely perceptible hint of disappointment and jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Lin Feng didn't seem to care at all, and waved to the two of them.

"Come and sit down, don't just stand there."

Victoria immediately put on a professional, radiant smile and pulled Diva along quickly to the grill.

She wore a sharply tailored beige trench coat over a black camisole, looking both chic and sexy.

"Oh, Lin, then I won't stand on ceremony!"

After trying your secret-recipe roasted meat last time, eating any other meat feels like chewing cardboard.

It has no taste at all.

Seriously, I'm not exaggerating, I've lost three pounds in the past two weeks. It's all because of that barbecue you had that made my appetite so picky.

No other food can satisfy me at all.

"Really? You can lose weight with barbecue? I never knew that!"

After the two supermodels took their seats, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward with so many women around Lin Feng.

Victoria, having seen it all, quickly recovered from the brief awkwardness.

But she couldn't help but secretly observe the expressions of Sarah and the others.

He asked somewhat shyly,

His voice was lower than before, and his tone was somewhat cautious:

"We arrived unexpectedly without prior notice. Will this be a disturbance?"

Sarah immediately saw through the two supermodels' little scheme.

We're both women, who doesn't understand whom?

These little quirks between women are completely transparent to her.

However, she didn't care; Lin Feng's entourage of women had already grown considerably.

One more or one less makes no difference.

She smiled slightly, her tone generous and composed, even carrying a hint of genuine welcome:

"fine.

Since you've been able to get here and sit at this table to eat with us, it proves that you're all Lin's women.

We're all family, there's no need to hide anything. Eat and drink to your heart's content.

Diva Cassel visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

A genuine smile spread across her face, which inherited seven-tenths of her mother Monica Bellucci's beauty, and her blue eyes sparkled with surprise.

She picked up her knife and fork and said happily:

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Honestly, you guys are much easier to get along with than I thought.

I was discussing this with Victoria on the plane before I came.

What if we get kicked out? We've already bought our return tickets in advance.