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

"In addition, pair it with two white shirts, made of the best Egyptian cotton."

Choose two more ties, matching the color and pattern of the navy blue suit and the custom-made vicuña velvet suit you just wore.

Sarah continued to give instructions.

Soon, the salesperson packed all the clothes up.

Holding a calculator, he quickly calculated: "Madam, the custom-made vicuña wool suit costs $5.6."

Navy blue 12-micron Zegna ready-to-wear suit, $2.1.

Two pairs of Italian handmade leather shoes, $2200 each, totaling $4400.

Two Egyptian cotton white shirts, $1100 each, $2200 in total.

Two silk ties, $1000 each, $2000 in total.

The total amount is US$8.56.

Here are two pairs of socks for you.

"Okay, swipe your card."

After leaving Zegna, Sarah took Lin Feng to Armani, which was not far away.

She then chose a stylish and fitted black haute couture suit, which cost $4.2.

Next, the two went to LV, where Sarah picked out two stylish pairs of jeans and two casual jackets, spending $30,000.

Over the course of several trips, the cost of equipping Lin Feng with new clothes alone exceeded US$150,000.

When Lin Feng suggested buying Sarah some clothes or jewelry, she smiled and shook her head, refusing: "Darling, I don't need to."

"I have so many formal dresses and everyday clothes at home that my closet is overflowing."

After browsing around, the two left the mall.

When Lin Feng was driving, a completely black Rolls-Royce Cullinan was parked nearby.

The rear window of the Cullinan was half-rolled down, and inside sat a white man in his early thirties.

She was wearing a brightly colored Hawaiian-style floral shirt.

He was surrounded by three hot, scantily clad blonde women, one on each side.

The man was flirting with them as if no one else was around, his actions intimate, which made the women giggle.

When Lin Feng started the car, the slight roar of the engine seemed to displease the man.

Turning his head, his gaze swept over Lin Feng's watch on his wrist as he gripped the steering wheel.

The man raised an eyebrow, his disdainful look softening slightly, and nodded slightly to Lin Feng as a greeting.

He went off to continue frolicking with his female companions.

"You're smart to back down, kid."

I must say, this guy's playing pretty fancy; looks like he's planning to play cards in the car.

Three girls crammed into one car—that's pretty standard practice in this glittering gambling city.

In America, as long as you have enough money, the temptations of gambling, drugs, and even more depraved things are everywhere, enough to make you fall into all sorts of depravity.

However, in terms of openness, Lin Feng felt that Mexico was more open than the United States.

Americans seem to exhibit a polarization: the top is conservative, while the bottom is free-spirited.

The traditional elite class values ​​academic qualifications and family background.

They strictly regulate their children's upbringing, their choice of spouse, and their personal words and actions.

Tattoos are prohibited.

Marriage also generally emphasizes matching social status, mainly because people don't want to fall into a lower social class.

Lin Feng drove Sarah back to her villa to prepare for the dinner party.

It was nearly the end of September, and the evening breeze in Nevada carried a pleasant coolness.

The saying "clothes make the man" is absolutely true.

When Lin Feng changed into a suit and tied his tie, he really did look like a young nobleman at first glance.

Even Sarah, who was used to seeing all sorts of people, couldn't help but circle around Lin Feng twice, her azure eyes sparkling with admiration and a hint of love: "Darling, you look absolutely stunning in this outfit, you have such a great presence."

She adjusted his tie herself and nodded in satisfaction.

With everything prepared, Sarah personally drove the Cadillac Escalade, taking Lin Feng to Carson City, the capital of Nevada.

The party wasn't held in Las Vegas, but at a more private and quiet estate near the state capital.

The road leading to Carson was sparsely trafficked, and the afterglow of the setting sun painted the sky with a magnificent glow, with layers upon layers of fiery clouds creating a spectacular sight.

This is also a view of Las Vegas.

Around 8:30 p.m., following the navigation, the car turned off the main road and onto a quiet, private tree-lined driveway.

Tall trees lined both sides of the road, their branches rustling in the evening breeze.

After walking a short distance, a huge cast-iron gate with an ancient design came into view, with inconspicuous monitoring and communication equipment next to it.

Sarah rolled down the car window, spoke a few words into the intercom, and the doors slid open silently to both sides.

As you drive through the gate, you are greeted by a vast lawn that stretches as far as the eye can see.

At the end of the lawn stands a manor that blends classical and modern elements.

A bodyguard in a black suit and wearing a headset quickly approached and guided Sarah to park her car in the designated parking space.

There are already quite a few luxury cars parked here.

After getting out of the car, Sarah naturally took Lin Feng's arm and whispered, "This is my godfather, Dendas O'Carraghan's private estate."

Tonight's birthday celebrant is the Godfather's father, Mr. Michael O'Callaghan, who served as Governor of Nevada and fought in World War II and the Korean War.

Lin Feng nodded slightly, and the two walked side by side toward the villa.

Upon entering the hall, a crystal chandelier casts a dazzling light.

The hall was already filled with guests, numbering about several dozen, mostly middle-aged and elderly white people, who were talking quietly to each other.

Sarah's gaze swept across the crowd and quickly locked onto her target. She pointed to a few men not far away who were talking while holding champagne glasses and whispered to Lin Feng, "Honey, do you see that tall guy in the dark gray suit with some gray hair?"

That's the current governor, Republican Joe Brian Lombardo.

The slightly shorter man next to him, wearing glasses, is Lieutenant Governor Joe Crowlick.

They are all Republicans.

She paused, then tightened her grip on Lin Feng's arm: "Come on, I'll take you to meet my father and godfather first."

Both of them are state legislators; they should be over there.

Sarah led Lin Feng through small groups of people to a relatively quiet rest area on one side of the hall.

Two middle-aged men dressed in black suits are talking.

One of them, with blond hair and blue eyes similar to Sarah and deep-set features, was Sarah's father, Andrew Jeffrey Elizabeth.

The other man, with his hair neatly combed and a slightly serious expression, was Sarah's godfather, Dendas O'Carahan.

When Andrew saw his daughter walking towards him arm in arm with a strange young Asian man, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

But in this situation, he restrained himself well and did not lose his temper; his expression simply darkened slightly.

Sarah seemed oblivious to her father's subtle change in emotion, her face bearing a polite smile. "My dear, this is my father, Andrew Jeffrey Elizabeth. This is my godfather, Dendas O'Carahan."

"Dad, Godfather, this is my boyfriend, Lin Feng."

Lin Feng said calmly, "Uncle Andrew, Mr. O'Callaghan, hello."

Dendas O'Carahan smiled warmly and shook hands with Lin Feng, saying, "Lin, welcome, welcome. Sarah rarely brings friends to these kinds of family gatherings."

Nice to meet you."

Andrew simply nodded, his attitude noticeably distant.