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

"Alright, you can take this million dollars for now. If you need more, just ask me."

Lin Feng didn't force her; it was originally meant for her, and it was her freedom to take as much as she wanted.

"Brother Feng, this million US dollars is something that most people can only dream of in a lifetime. It's definitely a lot."

"You're right, there are plenty of people who sell their blood or even their bodies to pay for university tuition."

"Uh-huh"

Qiao Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief and carefully put the check away.

I felt both excited and apprehensive.

She stole a glance at Lin Feng and suddenly realized that following this man...

It seems to be the best decision I've ever made in my life.

Just then, Lin Feng's phone rang.

When he looked at the caller ID, it was Sarah.

"What's wrong?"

"Someone from the casino association just called and would like to invite you to dinner."

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Why?"

"I don't know yet. Could it be that someone is planning to open a casino again?"

Lin Feng said, "I won't go. You go and see what they're up to."

"You can decide about the Black Lotus Casino yourself."

"OK," Sarah replied crisply on the other end of the phone.

You could tell she already knew what to do.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng turned to look at Qiao Chen, who was still sitting on the sofa, clutching the check tightly in her hand, and casually said:

"Since you only received 100 million, it's still a bit too little."

Okay, when Guo Lin and Sun Ting come back, let them take you to buy a car you like.

In America, you can do without anything else, but not without a car.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Chen's eyes immediately lit up:

"Okay, Brother Feng, I've wanted to buy a car for a long time. It's really hard to get around here without one."

"No need to save, just earn more money when it runs out."

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Follow me, this little bit of money is nothing."

Qiao Chen nodded vigorously, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart.

The day went by in a whirlwind of joy from passing the thesis, the thrill of winning money at the casino, and finally, Brother Feng's words, "Follow me."

She felt like she was living in a dream.

She glanced at Lin Feng secretly, and seeing his casual expression, she felt more at ease.

Meanwhile, in a private room on the top floor of the Trump International Hotel in Las Vegas.

This is a 64-story gold-plated glass building next to the Las Vegas Strip.

It's not far from Caesars Palace and The Venetian.

The building's exterior is resplendent in gold, and the interior decoration is a typical "golden" style, with even the elevator buttons glowing with a warm yellow light.

This hotel doesn't have a casino, so it has become a popular spot for people to discuss business privately.

At this time, the private room on the top floor was already quite full of people.

Along both sides of the long table, several officials from the casino association and general managers from several large casinos arrived one after another.

No one looked particularly well.

There was coffee on the table, but no one touched it; the atmosphere was incredibly oppressive.

"Has Mr. Lin not arrived yet?" someone asked in a low voice.

"It should be soon, let's wait a little longer."

The other man glanced at his watch and loosened his tie, clearly getting impatient while waiting.

The group whispered among themselves, all talking about the same name: Lin Feng.

Some people frowned, some sighed, and one person glared fiercely at the general manager of Caesars Palace.

He muttered to himself, "It's all your fault for blocking him back then."

Valen, the general manager of Caesars Palace, sat in a corner, his face ashen, and remained silent.

All he wants now is to see Lin Feng as soon as possible and calm things down.

The accounts at Caesars Palace have been getting worse and worse these past few months, and the board of directors and shareholders are practically tearing him apart.

The door was pushed open, and Sarah walked in.

She was wearing a black business suit, and her high heels made a crisp sound on the marble floor.

She glanced around at the people present, raising an eyebrow in confusion: "So many people?"

Has something big happened?

Steve, president of the Nevada Resorts Association (NRA) (Las Vegas Casino Association), stood up and cleared his throat:

"Um, Ms. Sarah, didn't Mr. Lin come with you?"

Steve is the head of the Las Vegas Local Casino and Hotel Industry Association.

He was in his fifties, with thinning hair, and always had a shrewd politeness on his face.

Sarah glanced at everyone, walked directly to the head seat and sat down, speaking calmly:

"The chairman is busy and doesn't have time to come here."

I can represent the Black Lotus Group in negotiations with you.

Everyone's lips twitched, and their expressions became somewhat subtle.

They came here not for casino operations, but because Lin Feng was winning money so well.

Black Lotus Casino was doing well under Sarah's management, but this problem wasn't a matter of normal competition between casinos.

Caesars Palace General Manager Valen spoke first:

"Ms. Sarah, we are here to discuss some private matters with Mr. Lin, not matters related to the Black Lotus Casino."

Sarah was taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh:

"Oh? Is that so?"

The chairman gave the instructions, so I represent him. If you have anything to say, you can tell me.

Valen took a deep breath, his tone so sincere it was almost humbly:

"Mr. Lin's gambling skills are evident to all."

Mr. Collins can't keep coming to my Caesars Palace to win money, can he?

Caesars Palace's profits have plummeted in recent months, resulting in significant losses.

According to our investigation, the mastermind behind all of this is Mr. Lin.

I'd like to ask, has our Caesars Palace somehow offended Mr. Lin?

Sarah's lips curled up, and she almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

She coughed lightly, trying to appear businesslike:

"It's not that I've offended anyone, but it's not that I've offended anyone too much."

It's my company's chairman, right? He visited Caesars Palace once before.

The chairman has a peculiar hobby; he happens to love Caesars Palace.

Upon hearing this, Valen's expression turned even more bitter.

He hurriedly replied, "Understood, understood. Please, Chairman Lin, be lenient and give us a chance to reform."

If this continues, Caesars Palace will really have to go bankrupt and close down.

Salad picked up her coffee, took a sip, and said slowly:

"Caesars Palace is an international hotel; how could it possibly go bankrupt with such a small loss?"

Seeing that Sarah remained silent, Valen spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of desperation:

"I have a solution here."

Caesars Palace would like to invite Chairman Lin to be our consultant, with an annual salary of US$5000 million.

We are truly sincere.

Salad was somewhat surprised; she hadn't expected Caesars Palace to be willing to pay protection money.

This made it a bit difficult for her to make a decision, after all, it involved a considerable sum of money.

I never expected to receive so much money.

"Your Caesars Palace earns over a billion US dollars a year. After deducting high rent and bank interest, according to my estimate, the net profit is only around 2 million US dollars a year."

You're actually willing to come up with fifty million US dollars? I didn't expect that."

Warren: "Yes, we at Caesars Palace are really going all out this time. If we let Mr. Lin keep winning money, we'll go bankrupt by the end of the year."

We urge Ms. Sarah to give Caesars Palace a chance to reform.

So she stood up and walked aside: "I'll make a phone call and ask."