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

Lin Feng could easily understand the underlying meaning in her words, and with a slight smile, he went along with it, saying:

"You're welcome to come anytime you want. Next time you have the chance, just take my private jet there."

I can make an exception and let you walk inside the glass curtain wall to personally experience the tactile sensation of a billion dollars piled up in front of you—touch it if you want, count it if you want.

Megan Roche's eyes suddenly lit up, like fireworks bursting in the dark night.

"even,"

Lin Feng paused deliberately, then added a sentence that made everyone's heart race: "You can even take a nap on that pile of money."

Megan Roche gasped.

She instinctively covered her chest with both hands, a faint blush rising on her face from excitement.

"Oh God... I can't even imagine what that would feel like."

Falling asleep surrounded by a billion dollars—that must be the most extravagant dream in the world!

Lin Feng's words, though seemingly casual, were incredibly precise and struck a chord with Megan.

She unconsciously moved closer to Lin Feng again.

"Mr. Lin, you are not only handsome and rich, but also so humorous."

Lin Feng smiled knowingly.

To be honest, Lin Feng didn't have a strong desire for these supermodels.

Their job requirements dictate that they must maintain an extremely thin figure.

They are much thinner than normal women.

Lin Feng prefers women with a bit of plumpness, as they are more comfortable to hold.

Seeing the atmosphere growing increasingly lively, Little Li raised the wooden box in his hand at just the right moment.

Raising the volume attracted everyone's attention:

"Ladies, I have great news for you! You're in for a real treat today!"

The special roasted meat that Mr. Lin brought is not something you can get just because you have money.

I ate at his place once before, and it cost a full two hundred thousand US dollars per plate—and that was a friendly price; Mr. Lin only charged me the cost price because of me.

"Two hundred thousand US dollars a plate?!" The women exclaimed in unison, their eyes wide with surprise.

As supermodels, their income is certainly not low.

However, high taxes, agency commissions, and expenses for personal stylists, fitness coaches, and other team members must also be deducted.

The actual amount of money that can be deposited into the bank in a year is not as much as people imagine.

They wouldn't hesitate to spend $200,000 on a haute couture gown or a limited-edition Birkin bag.

Because it's about their exposure on the red carpet and their social capital; it's an investment, a professional necessity.

But to ask them to spend $200,000 on a barbecue, to eat that much money in one meal—that's absolutely out of the question, they wouldn't even consider it.

Victoria clasped her hands together, her face filled with devout expectation and emotion.

Wow, that's awesome!

I get to eat Mr. Lin's barbecue again!

You wouldn't believe it, after I ate that last time, I couldn't taste any other meat for three whole days. I always felt like something was missing.

Seeing that Leonardo DiCaprio and Victoria Beckham were so excited and full of praise,

The curiosity of the other women was also completely piqued.

They all abandoned their aloof supermodel attitudes and gathered around with great anticipation.

"A plate of barbecue costing two hundred thousand US dollars must be so delicious it'll make you question your existence, right?"

Megan Roche licked her lips.

Leonardo DiCaprio shrugged and said with certainty, "That's for sure."

I can tell you with certainty that there are only two kinds of barbecue in this world: Mr. Lin's barbecue, and all other barbecue.

"Stop bragging, or you'll break your own tall tale," Lin Feng said.

Little Li chuckled, turned his head, and shouted towards the captain's cabin:

"sail!"

The yacht's engine emitted a steady roar as the boat slowly sailed away from the dock, heading towards the boundless blue sea beyond the harbor.

After the yacht started, Black supermodel Iman Amherst seemed particularly interested in Lin Feng.

Holding a glass of champagne, she walked slowly and deliberately to Lin Feng's side in her high heels.

He forced a warm smile and tried to strike up a conversation in slightly accented French.

However, Lin Feng merely glanced at her indifferently, his gaze lingering on her for less than half a second before turning away as if she were nothing more than a wisp of transparent air.

He turned to the side and chatted with Megan Roche on the other side about the weather in Los Angeles.

Iman Am's smile froze on his face, his champagne glass hovering awkwardly in mid-air. Although he was annoyed, he didn't lose his temper.

She was a supermodel who had walked dozens of shows on the international runway, and wealthy businessmen and athletes lined up to pursue her. She had never been so directly ignored before.

She bit her lip, picked up her champagne glass, and turned to walk towards the stern of the ship.

As a supermodel, she also has her pride and self-respect, and there's no need for her to fawn over someone who doesn't reciprocate her feelings.

Diva Cassel sat quietly in the wicker chair next to him, holding a glass of orange juice in both hands, observing Lin Feng with curiosity.

After Iman had walked away, she asked softly, "Mr. Lin, since you run a casino, you must be an excellent gambler, right?"

Before Lin Feng could speak, Leonardo DiCaprio, who was chatting with Gigi about fitness, suddenly turned around.

"This Mr. Lin has a very famous nickname in our Las Vegas circle—the God of Gamblers!"

Casinos all over the world are now afraid to let Mr. Lin play at their tables. Just think about it for a moment and you'll know how valuable Mr. Lin is.

He was blacklisted by the entire industry because no one could beat him.

"Oh my God! That's amazing!"

Diva Cassel let out a soft gasp, her eyes gleaming with undisguised admiration.

She blurted out in French, "This is absolutely incredible, like something out of a movie."

In any industry, those who can be called "gods" are those who stand at the very top of the pyramid.

The title of "God of Gamblers" carries such weight that even someone who knows nothing about gambling can feel its significance.

Lin Feng simply waved his hand dismissively, "They're exaggerating. I was just lucky."

They were speaking French.

"Mr. Lin, your French is excellent."

Diva Cassell then realized what was happening and said with some surprise;

She grew up in France, and although her mother is Italian, her most fluent language is French.

She was truly surprised to hear an Asian person speak such fluent and authentic Parisian-accented French.

Lin Feng turned to look at her and teased, "I might have some talent for languages; I know a little bit of most European languages."

Victoria, who was standing nearby, almost dropped her champagne glass when she heard this.

Her eyes widened, and she blurted out in Italian, "Really? How is this possible?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng immediately switched to fluent and authentic Italian.

The intonation and pronunciation were completely standard Tuscan, and even the vocabulary was authentically old-fashioned:

"Of course it's true. How about it, listen to my Italian, is it alright?"

Victoria stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

After a full three seconds, she clutched her chest and exclaimed, "Oh God, God is so kind to you... Your Italian is better than mine, my goodness!"

I was born in Milan, and your accent sounds more like a local than mine. That's ridiculous.

If I didn't see your face, I would really think you were Italian.

Lin Feng's ability to fluently switch between several languages ​​instantly won over all the women on the yacht.

They initially thought Lin Feng was just an ordinary friend brought by Xiao Li to make up the numbers, and although they gave him some face, they didn't really take him seriously.

Only now did they truly realize that the man before them was far more sophisticated and profound than they had ever imagined.

He is not only a legendary gambling god, but also a casino owner with a net worth of billions of US dollars.

He is also a perfect man who is fluent in more than a dozen languages, has an outstanding temperament, speaks elegantly, and has a great physique and good looks.

This is like a character straight out of a Mary Sue novel.

He's so insightful; you couldn't find a man like that even with a searchlight on.

Megan Roche couldn't help but lean closer, her large eyes sparkling with curiosity and admiration, her voice filled with heartfelt praise:

"Mr. Lin, you are truly outstanding."

It seems like there's nothing in this world you can't do.

I just want to ask one question—is there anything you can't do?