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

Who here isn't worth hundreds of millions?

He was already tired of truffles, caviar, and Kobe beef, so he didn't have any expectations and just maintained his interest out of politeness.

Lin Feng smiled but offered no explanation.

Some things are better experienced than explained in detail.

Leonardo DiCaprio was the first to pick up a knife and fork, cut off a small piece, and put it in his mouth.

His movements were very polite, but he chewed much faster than usual.

Then his expression changed, from nonchalant to slightly startled, and then his eyes widened suddenly.

He slowed down his chewing, as if he were savoring every flavor.

Then he exclaimed in surprise:

"Oh... God,"

After swallowing, Leonardo DiCaprio's voice changed, "I swear to God, this is the best barbecue I've ever eaten! Bar none!"

This isn't regular beef, nor is it pork... what kind of meat is this?

The texture is so rich; I've never tasted anything like it before!

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions immediately changed.

Barkley picked up his knife and fork with a hint of skepticism, muttering, "Is it really that exaggerated?"

Leonardo DiCaprio, aren't you the pickiest eater in Hollywood?

Leonardo DiCaprio quickly pulled the plate closer to his chest, as if afraid someone would snatch it away.

"If you don't want to eat it, you can sell it to me."

I'll pay you $50,000 for this.

Barkley glared at him: "You wish!"

After saying that, he quickly cut off a small piece and put it in his mouth. The next second, he froze, his expression even more exaggerated than Leonardo DiCaprio's.

His eyes were wide open.

"...Fuck," Barkley managed to utter after a long pause.

"This is fucking delicious."

What kind of food did you eat before?

Seeing this, everyone stopped being reserved and picked up their knives and forks to start eating.

For a moment, the only sound in the private room was the crisp clinking of knives and forks against plates.

Maguire looked up and gave a thumbs-up halfway through his meal.

"Perfect!" Mayweather growled in his distinctive deep voice, clenching his fist.

"It's perfect! This is the best thing I've ever eaten!"

Jordan put down his cigar, took a slow, deliberate puff, and unusually revealed an expression of genuine admiration:

"Oh, I'm sorry, I must retract my earlier question."

This meat is indeed...perfect.

I've eaten the best steaks and the best barbecues in the world—in Chicago, New York, Tokyo, and Paris—but none of them can compare to this.

How exactly was this done?

Neymar, his mouth greasy and cheeks bulging, mumbled as he asked:

"Great! Where can I buy this meat?"

I'm going to take some back for my new girlfriend to try!

She'd absolutely love it!

All eyes turned to Lin Feng.

They were incredibly curious; they had never even heard of such a delicacy before.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair. "This meat is one of a kind in the world. You can't have it even if you want to."

This is prepared for the top ten contestants in the God of Gamblers competition; ordinary people simply cannot afford to eat it.

Tonight, I'm making an exception and treating everyone to a taste, as a gift for our new friends.

"Oh, that's such a pity."

Little Li shook his head in disappointment, looking down at the last piece of meat left on his plate.

After hesitating for several seconds, I finally carefully cut the piece of meat in half and ate it slowly.

Jordan and Barkley were both big guys; they finished the meat on their plates in just two bites, and even after they were done, they were still licking their knives and forks with relish.

"It's so delicious! Is there any more? I'll pay for it!" Barkley turned the plate upside down, almost scraping the lid clean.

Lin Feng shook his head: "That's all."

This meat isn't for sale, and it's extremely expensive, costing at least $100,000 per pound.

"Oh? It's so expensive?"

Neymar's eyes widened, his fork hovering in mid-air.

Even those of them, who are worth hundreds of millions, were shocked by this price.

Top-grade Wagyu beef, like Kobe A5, costs only around five or six thousand US dollars per kilogram.

That's almost twenty times the price.

Leonardo DiCaprio waved his hand dismissively:

"But it really is delicious!"

Moreover, it's unique in the world.

You spend $100,000 on a bottle of wine, and it's gone in a few hours;

Although this meat is expensive, at least it's something I actually eat.

Jordan nodded: "I think it's worth it."

Moreover, after eating the meat, I felt warm all over, which was very comfortable, as if someone had given me a full-body massage.

Normally, I have to soak in ice water the day after playing ball, but after eating this meat tonight, I don't have to go through that trouble.

Lin Feng smiled slightly: "Of course, the reason why this meat is so expensive is not only because the meat is rare, but also because it has been soaked and marinated with precious medicinal herbs that have been used for hundreds of years. It is not only delicious, but also healthy."

Go home and get some sleep tonight, and you'll know the benefits of this meat tomorrow morning—it'll guarantee you'll be full of energy and feel completely relaxed, more effective than ten spa treatments.

"Oh God, is it really that amazing?" Maguire asked, half incredulous.

Lin Feng smiled without saying a word, and raised his wine glass in a gesture of respect.

Everyone understood that Lin Feng wasn't exaggerating when he said that, but rather emphasizing the extreme scarcity of this item.

As world-renowned figures, they certainly know that the rarer something is, the more expensive it is.

Those gowns worn on the red carpet cost around $200,000 each, and after one wear, they just hang in the closet gathering dust.

In contrast, at least the $100,000 per pound roast meat is actually eaten and leaves a real taste of enjoyment.

Jordan thought for a moment, then suddenly put down his cigar and asked seriously, "How can I get to eat it again?"

There has to be a way, right? The rules can be changed.

"God will forgive even for money."

Lin Feng said, "Unless you make it into the top ten of the God of Gamblers competition, or get the top ten contestants to give you their share."

These are the rules, and I cannot make exceptions for them.

After all, for the contestants, this meat is a reward they earned through their hard work and deserves respect.

"Oh, that's a pity." Jordan clicked his tongue, his regret impossible to hide.

Undeterred, Little Li leaned forward: "Lin,"

I'll raise the price; I want another serving. Name your price; I won't haggle.

Lin Feng waved his hand, "There really aren't any this month."

The quotas are limited and have all been allocated.

If you want to eat there again, you'll have to wait until next month; there will be new slots available then.

"Really? That's great!" Little Li's eyes lit up, and he slapped the table.

"Make sure to let me know next month!"

"Any price is fine! I'll invite a few friends over for a meal, so they can see what real, top-quality barbecue is all about."

Jordan lit another cigar, took a puff, and said slowly:

I'll sign up too.

I want it next month too.

Barkley couldn't wait: "It's so delicious, how could I miss out?"

I definitely want one too! Save one for me! I'll fight anyone who tries to take it from me!

Lin Feng nodded and held up three fingers: "Let's talk about it next month."

But it should be noted in advance that this barbecue is only available to VIPs of Black Lotus Casino.

This is the rule.

"How do I become a VIP at Black Lotus Casino?" Jordan asked bluntly.

Lin Feng explained calmly, "It's very simple. I own a private room at the Black Lotus Casino, and the monthly rent is 500,000 US dollars."

Or the monthly turnover of private rooms exceeds 20 million US dollars.

Meeting any one of these conditions is sufficient.

Jordan flicked his cigarette ash without the slightest hesitation:

"Book me a private room, right now."

I come every month.

Barkley immediately chimed in, "Jordan, remember to let me know you've booked a private room. I'll definitely come and freeload next month."

Little Li shook his head in disappointment.

His gambling addiction wasn't as severe as Jordan's or Barkley's; he just liked to gamble occasionally and had no intention of renting a private room.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Lin Feng and tentatively asked:

"Lin, please be lenient with me."

I'm inviting some friends to dinner next month, and we'll be having it here.

"Two hundred thousand US dollars per serving, just to give me face, okay?"