Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Chapter 137 Millionaire

"Please take care, ma'am. Welcome back again."

As another female customer left, Owen rubbed his slightly sore neck.

Seeing that it was already noon, he asked Karl to go buy lunch.

Today happens to be Crazy Thursday, and Original Recipe Chicken is half price!

After Carl brought over the food, Irving was just about to prepare his rice.

Just then, his phone suddenly vibrated.

Irving took out his phone and glanced at it; his eyes lit up instantly.

The payment for my self-made movie is finally almost here!

Upon seeing the text message notification informing him to go to Walt Studios, Irving stood up.

After making some simple arrangements with Ayesha and Fiona, he immediately prepared to drive to the Miami Financial Center Tower.

But as soon as he reached the store entrance, O'Neal and his group followed him directly.

Seeing that the group was even skipping meals to follow them, Irving clicked his tongue in amazement.

One has to admire the dedication of O'Neal's professional bodyguards.

After briefly telling O'Neal his destination, the other party refused to let him drive and instead took him to a bulletproof Mercedes.

Irving couldn't refuse, so he reluctantly got into the car.

But once he got in the car, he discovered that this modified Mercedes was incredibly comfortable.

Not only was there no bumpy ride at all, but the car was also fully equipped with all kinds of features. There was even a mini refrigerator in the rear armrest, which contained several bottles of expensive champagne.

After some conversation, Irving learned from O'Neal that both Mercedes-Benzes originally belonged to Ms. Catherine.

Almost every car has been modified with a lot of money.

Upon hearing that each car's modifications cost at least $50, Irving couldn't help but remark that the wealthy truly have it easy.

Even a commuter vehicle can be modified to be bulletproof, and it's so comfortable to ride in.

When he has money, he wants to modify one too!

Irving sat in the back seat, watching the traffic outside the window, and soon his eyelids drooped and he fell into a deep sleep.

After what seemed like an eternity, Irving felt the car slowly come to a stop. He woke up, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "O'Neal, what time is it?"

"12:32, sir."

Seeing the Miami Financial Center building not far ahead, O'Neal quickly reminded him, "Mr. Irving, we're almost there."

Upon hearing O'Neal say that, Irving leaned forward and glanced ahead.

Seeing the reporters gathered at the entrance of the Financial Center building, Irwin realized that the murder of Walter Jr. had attracted a lot of media attention, and she quickly signaled the driver to take her to the underground parking lot.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Irving, under the protection of O'Neal and others, headed towards the elevator inside the financial center.

As soon as the group arrived at the stairwell, they saw a middle-aged Indian man dressed as a cleaner walking towards them.

Acting on instinct from their bodyguard profession, O'Neal and his men immediately surrounded Irving, placing their right hands on their holsters and looking on alert.

Only after the cleaner left and disappeared from sight did O'Neal and the others relax.

But the group didn't notice what happened after they entered the elevator.

The Indian man slowly pulled a walkie-talkie from his pocket: Attention, attention, the target has arrived at the central building, with four bodyguards. We need to change our plans.

The Indian man repeated it again.

A moment later, a burst of static came from the walkie-talkie: "Received."

Taking the elevator inside the central building, Irving, O'Neal, and the others quickly arrived at the floor 0 where Walt Disney Studios was located.

To Irving's surprise, as soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they were stopped by staff members standing at the stairwell entrance.

"Hello, we are staff members of the Miami Financial Center Tower. Please show us your identification." Seeing the wary expressions on the faces of O'Neal and his group of burly black men, the two staff members immediately explained.

"Hello, I'm an artist from Walt Films. I'm here to collect my payment." Owen took off his mask and looked at the two of them.

Irving thought the other party would let him pass after seeing him.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing the words "Walt Films," the two men immediately became serious, then walked to the side and pressed the walkie-talkie on their chests, seemingly asking something.

After a while, the two staff members stepped aside, their attitude completely changing as they looked at Owen and explained with a smile, "Sorry, Mr. Owen, recently a lot of irrelevant reporters have appeared in the building, seriously disrupting the office environment, so now we have assigned dedicated security personnel to each floor."

"Okay, I understand." Irving smiled and nodded, not blaming him.

He understood that because of Mr. Walter's death, coupled with the film's ever-increasing box office, entertainment newspapers throughout Miami were now swarming around Walter Reed Films like flies, trying to dig up some juicy gossip.

Although Irving was a little uncomfortable with it, he could still understand the other party's actions.

Irving arrived at the entrance of Walt Studios.

As soon as he entered, he was recognized by the receptionist.

Upon hearing the screams from the front desk, Irving was quickly surrounded by a crowd requesting autographs and photos. He froze on the spot.

No, did we go to the wrong place?

Why does it feel like I've come to a fan meeting rather than to Walt Disney Studios?

Just as Irving was somewhat at a loss.

A white man in his forties slowly walked out of the office and shouted, "Quiet!! Look at the state of you all! Get out of here!"

Upon hearing the white man's angry shouts, the staff who had been surrounding Irving looked embarrassed and quickly dispersed.

Seeing the other person walk straight up to him with an apologetic look, Irving felt a little strange.

The white man in the suit with a fierce look in front of me... I don't think I've ever seen him at Walt Studios before.

"I'm sorry, Owen, there have been some issues at the company lately, which has caused some management chaos. I hope you don't mind."

The white man approached Irving with a complicated expression, extended his hand, and introduced himself: "I am the founder of Walt Studios, and also Walt Jr.'s older brother."

"Mr. Walter, hello. You're actually Mr. Walter's older brother? How come I've never heard him mention you before?" Owen asked, puzzled.

"That's normal. Five years ago, I had a disagreement with my brother about making a movie, and then I went to California. We haven't been in touch for a long time since then," Walter replied.

"Then come back now—" Owen was about to speak.

But Mr. Walter seemed to have guessed what he was going to say next, and nodded directly, "That's right, I came back this time to find out the truth about my brother's murder and make those bastards who used despicable means pay the price! And also to prevent my brother's hard work, Walter Pictures, from collapsing like this—"