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

Matthew nodded repeatedly, patting his chest and saying:

"Boss, there's absolutely no problem."

Latin, Russian, Asian, European—we have them all!

"Want a black girl?"

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said, "Let's have some, some people really like black-boned chicken."

There are many different tastes.

In addition, ducks will also be included.

Male customers need to be served, and female customers need to be served as well; there should be no favoritism.

Matthew rubbed his hands together and said with a sheepish grin:

"Okay, boss."

Give me ten days, and I guarantee I'll poach all the most beautiful girls in all of Las Vegas.

Lin Feng's tone was unfriendly: "We're supposed to open in a week, and you're telling me it will take ten days?"

Money is not an issue, I need speed, understand?

Matthew immediately shuddered.

"No problem, with your words, three days will be enough!"

I contact those smugglers at the border; for the money, I can get as many women as I want. There are plenty of women in Los Angeles who want to get into Hollywood, many of them are very attractive, they just lack the connections.

Lin Feng stood up, walked up to Matthew, looked down at him, and said, word by word:

"What we want is beauty, understand?"

No rotten goods, no sick chickens, regular hospital check-ups, and certified staff.

What customers want is a sense of security.

Matthew looked up. "Yes, boss, no problem."

"America has no shortage of women, and I, Matthew, am reliable!"

Lin Feng patted his shoulder, his tone softening slightly: "Go ahead."

There will be a reward if you do a good job.

If anyone tries to cause trouble, just let me know.

Lin Feng returned to the window and looked at the billion US dollars in the hall. He had to admit that it was quite visually striking.

With the gimmick of a billion US dollars, Lin Feng believed that the world's attention would be focused on this.

We live in the era of self-media; wherever there's a gimmick, there's traffic.

In this money-driven era, a billion dollars is absolutely irresistible.

Who wouldn't want to get attention with such a gimmick?

When Matthew came out of Lin Feng's office and walked down the stairs to the lobby on the first floor, he stopped in his tracks.

He stood at the corner of the stairs, his mouth slowly opening, his eyes widening.

In the center of the hall, in a six-meter-high transparent glass display case, bundles of hundred-dollar bills were neatly stacked.

Golden light shone up from the bottom, making the banknotes gleam with a warm and alluring luster, forming a shimmering pyramid.

"Oh...may...ga..."

Matthew's voice was squeezed out of his throat, as if someone was choking him.

His legs felt like they were made of lead, and he couldn't take another step. He just stood there on the stairs, staring blankly at the mountain of money.

One billion US dollars.

A full billion US dollars in cash was simply laid out in the hall.

The most cash Matthew has ever seen in his life.

Seeing this billion now, he felt that he had finally seen the light of day in his life.

He swallowed hard, a greedy glint flashing in his eyes, but it vanished in less than a second.

Matthew abruptly turned around, forcing himself to look away, and quickly walked out of the hall.

He took deep breaths as he walked, forcibly suppressing the thoughts that shouldn't be in his mind.

Others may not know how powerful Lin Feng is, but Matthew knows it all too well.

He was someone who had spent time in the detention center with Lin Feng and witnessed Lin Feng's ruthlessness firsthand.

And even if they kill you, the police won't find any clues.

There were no bodies.

That's a ruthless character who kills without shedding blood. Anyone who dares to touch Lin Feng's money will die without even knowing how they died.

Matthew both admired and feared Lin Feng, admiring his methods and tactics, and fearing his ruthlessness and decisiveness.

What shocked Matthew even more was that Lin Feng had been out of detention for less than six months.

In just six months, they not only acquired a casino, but also displayed a billion US dollars in cash in the lobby!

It's important to understand that having a billion dollars in cash and having a billion dollars in personal wealth are two completely different things.

Most of those billionaires who claim to have billions in assets have stocks, real estate, and other assets; the cash they can readily access is probably less than a few hundred million.

But Lin Feng's money is real, tangible, and in bundles of billions of US dollars.

Matthew couldn't even imagine how sensational the news of this billion-dollar cash would be once it got out.

The whole world will go crazy.

After Matthew left, Lin Feng called the women over to admire his "masterpiece".

Sun Ting, Guo Lin, Sarah, and McKenna, four women, stood in front of the display case, looking up at the pyramid made of cash, and were collectively speechless.

The banknotes in the display case, arranged from bottom to top, gradually become less dense and more sparse, and under the light, they present an almost sacred luster.

Guo Lin was the first to come to her senses. She covered her mouth, her voice tinged with self-deprecation:

"Although I have never lacked money since I was a child and my family was quite well-off, at this moment, I truly understand the allure of money."

I used to think money was just a number, but now I think... money is actually quite beautiful.

Sun Ting took out her phone and cautiously glanced at Lin Feng:

"Brother Feng, can I record a video? Just to post on my WeChat Moments."

Lin Feng leaned against a nearby pillar, hands in his pockets, speaking casually:

Record with confidence and feel free to post.

Since it's already set up, it's just to attract attention.

The more you post, the more people will come.

"If you actually post it, people will think it's an AI-generated video," Guo Lin couldn't help but tease.

"That's quite possible," Sun Ting nodded.

Lin Feng didn't care much about money.

If he wanted, he could empty all the gold reserves held in American banks around the world without anyone noticing.

For him, running a casino was just a bit of fun.

In short, it's all about having fun.

Sarah stood at the very front of the display case, arms crossed, tilting her head to admire it for a while before exclaiming:

"I've never seen a billion US dollars in cash before."

This is simply the most beautiful scenery, more beautiful than any work of art.

Look at that luster, that texture—that's true art.

Lin Feng laughed and said, "That's more in line with the spirit of Las Vegas—money is everything."

This is Las Vegas, the city of desire; nothing stimulates dopamine levels more than a pile of cash.

Sarah then turned around, her expression becoming more serious, and her tone losing its joking tone:

"Lin, you need to be prepared."

The most brutal competition is yet to come.

Rivalry is common among competitors. The casinos in Las Vegas are rife with complex interests, involving major corporations, politicians, and members of Congress.

With such a high-profile opening, we're bound to attract envious people and cause trouble for others.

"Even with certain backgrounds, my dad was powerless."

Lin Feng raised the corner of his mouth, his smile carrying a hint of disdain: "It's nothing."

Sarah was still worried: "Those big conglomerates will stop at nothing for profit, both overtly and covertly."

You need to be careful, don't let something unexpected happen.

Lin Feng patted her shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of domineering confidence:

"Then let them know what a captain is."