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

Lin Feng sat at the dining table.

On the other end of the video call, Leonardo DiCaprio's familiar face appeared on the screen, against a backdrop of a minimalist villa with a huge abstract painting hanging on the wall.

He was wearing a loose gray T-shirt, his hair was a bit messy, and he looked rather overweight.

"Lin, friend, that barbecue from last time, I kept dreaming about it every night after I got back."

Leonardo DiCaprio leaned forward, his face, magnified countless times on the screen, almost filling the entire display.

"I've been thinking about it for a whole week, and I just can't resist anymore. Can I make an exception just this once?"

Just this once, I promise I won't tell anyone.

Lin Feng paused, glanced at the somewhat ingratiating face on the screen, and couldn't help but smile.

He deliberately paused for a few seconds, as if he had given it considerable thought, before slowly speaking, his tone carrying a hint of reluctance:

"Since it's a friend who asked, let's make an exception this time."

However, this will only happen once; there will be no next time.

"The rules can't be broken, otherwise everyone will come looking for me, and I might as well turn this casino into a barbecue restaurant."

Immediately, Leonardo DiCaprio's hearty laughter came from the other end of the screen. He leaned back, slapped his thigh, and laughed until his eyes narrowed into slits.

Haha! Lin, you're my best friend!

Seriously, I declare you one of the top three in my WeChat Moments! When can we finally get to eat there?

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said, "How about the day after tomorrow? You come to Las Vegas the day after tomorrow, and I'll arrange a barbecue."

But let me make this clear first: this doesn't count towards the God of Gamblers' quota, so don't go around telling everyone.

"Absolutely no publicity!"

Leonardo DiCaprio raised his right hand as if swearing an oath, with an exaggerated expression;

"Lin, that's so kind of you! I'll bring Victoria over the day after tomorrow."

Next week is Victoria's birthday, and I'm planning to rent a yacht and throw a one-day party, inviting some Hollywood friends and a few supermodel friends to have some fun together.

You must come too, don't refuse.

Lin Feng's tone carried a hint of teasing:

"If you put it that way, I'll feel bad refusing."

It seems this barbecue wasn't just for satisfying cravings; there's a mission involved.

Little Li, having his thoughts exposed, didn't try to hide it and chuckled twice:

"It's not really a mission, I just thought you'd have a lot of fun at that party."

I would be very disappointed if you didn't come.

"Alright, I'll check the time then." Lin Feng nodded.

Just then, Little Li saw Lin Feng's camera pan across a table full of barbecue.

"Oh God, my roast meat!"

"You've misread it, it's settled."

After saying goodbye, Lin Feng ended the video call.

Lin Feng put down his phone, and all six women—Sun Ting, Guo Lin, Sarah, McKenna, Eileen, and Anna—turned their gazes on him, their faces bearing an unspoken smile.

There was no malice in that smile, but it conveyed a tacit understanding that "we all understand you."

Lin Feng looked at their expressions.

"Why are you all staring at me while I'm eating meat and drinking alcohol?"

Sarah spoke first, "You're looking for Leonardo DiCaprio because you want to get to know the Hollywood actresses around him, right?"

Lin Feng spread his hands innocently: "Nonsense."

He was a customer of the Black Lotus Casino; he was there to throw money away.

"What's wrong with me, a respectable businessman, treating my customers to a meal?"

Eileen joined in the teasing, crossing her arms in front of her and sporting a lawyer-like smile:

"Alright, no need to explain."

We didn't stop you.

But let me give you a heads-up—the women in the entertainment industry are far more cunning than you think.

They might chat and laugh with you on the surface, but they could sell your photos to paparazzi behind your back. Betrayal for profit is the most common thing, and they are more ruthless than prostitutes.

Just be careful.

Lin Feng waved his hand, his tone relaxed:

"Don't worry, no one in this world who could pose a danger to me has been born yet. You all just need to worry about yourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up his wine glass and swirled it around:

"Come on, let's not just chat, let's have another drink."

"Cheers."

Several hands reached out at the same time, touched the rim of the glass, and then withdrew.

The green liquid swayed under the light.

The villa was brightly lit at night, with warm yellow light spreading from every corner.

The wine bottles on the table were mostly empty, and the meat slices on the barbecue plate had been completely removed.

The music flowed softly from the speaker, with a slow and casual rhythm.

The women also danced to the music.

There were no specific dance steps; several women simply swayed their bodies casually on the stone pavement by the pool to the rhythm of the music.

Relaxed, casual, and full of sexiness.

The atmosphere, devoid of any purpose, stretched out for an extended period throughout the night.

Sun Ting held a glass of spirit wine that she had already drunk most of, and her slightly tipsy state made her cheeks blush slightly.

She subtly approached Lin Feng with her swaying dance steps, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Brother Feng, I brought nifedipine with me tonight."

Lin Feng was no stranger to nifedipine, a commonly used drug for gently relaxing sphincter muscles.

It is used by both gay men and proctologists. It has a mild effect and few side effects, and it is no secret among many adults.

He paused for a moment, then looked down at Sun Ting, who was leaning against his shoulder. Her ears were bright red, but her expression remained calm.

"Have you come to your senses?" Lin Feng turned his head, his voice not loud, but with a hint of a smile.

Sun Ting grunted, not giving a direct answer, but instead picked up her wine glass and took a sip, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Lin Feng's gaze passed over Sun Ting's head and landed on Guo Lin, who was chatting with Sarah not far away.

The other person seemed to sense his gaze.

raise your head,

Their eyes met briefly.

Then it quickly moved away, and the color of its cheeks visibly darkened.

He picked up the wine glass in his hand and put it down again, clearly a little nervous.

That reaction was basically like writing the answer on their face.

Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and coughed lightly as if nothing had happened.

Then he said something completely unrelated: "Sure enough, when it comes to stock trading, you have to look to the Hong Kong Stock Exchange; the US stock market and the A-shares market are a bit lacking."

Sarah, Anna, McKenna, and Eileen, who were standing nearby, all looked confused. They exchanged bewildered glances, completely failing to understand what the sentence meant.

Sarah put down her glass, frowned, and asked, "What are you talking about? What Hong Kong Stock Exchange? What A-shares?"

Sun Ting and Guo Lin remained silent.

As top students, they naturally understood immediately what the Hong Kong Stock Exchange meant in this context; they knew it better than anyone else.

The two lowered their heads at the same time, one pretending to study the wine in the glass, and the other pretending to be attracted by the lights in the distance.

He then explained in a low voice.

Salad looked at this and then that, and finally understood. She waved her hand and said:

"Oh, I see. Why don't you just say it directly? You guys are really being too subtle."