Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Twenty minutes later.

Just as Irving was getting a little impatient, a Ford car with local license plates drove up from a distance and came to a smooth stop in front of him.

A Black male driver rolled down his window, glanced at him, and tentatively asked, "Mr. Roosevelt?"

"Uh, it's me."

Irving nodded, his face full of confusion.

The person he was talking to on the phone just now was clearly a girl, so why is a black man talking to him now?

What are this girl's circumstances? She even has a personal driver!

"Please get in the car, Mr. Roosevelt."

The Black male driver pulled over to the side of the road, walked around the car, and very politely and respectfully opened the back door, gesturing for the driver to enter.

"..."

Irving looked wary and instinctively took a step back.

Seeing this, the Black driver quickly explained, "It's like this, Mr. Roosevelt, I'm Ms. Hathaway's personal driver, and she has something come up that prevents her from coming."

"To express her gratitude, she asked me to pick you up and take you to Scott's restaurant so she can thank you in person."

"Uh, it doesn't have to be that complicated."

Realizing that the other person seemed to be someone special, Irving immediately took out his pink wallet and handed it to the well-dressed black driver in front of him.

Although Irving is now just a homeless man, he is aware of the gap between different classes in America.

People from different social circles don't need to force themselves to fit in; otherwise, they'll inevitably cause trouble later.

The Black driver took the wallet, glanced at it, and noticed that the money was gone. He immediately raised an eyebrow.

Owen quickly explained, "Sir, God is my witness, when I found this wallet, it only contained identification documents."

"Mr. Roosevelt, you misunderstand. I didn't mean to doubt you." The Black driver pointed to the pink wallet, his face full of doubt.

"But... are you sure you want to decline Ms. Hathaway's invitation?"

"Just a friendly reminder, there are countless guys in Miami who want to get close to her..."

"Hey buddy, do you think I'm joking?"

Seeing the black driver's bulging muscles, Irving waved his hand and quickly left.

He had just left Tina's house and was currently in saint mode.

Being able to return the wallet to its owner was already a very satisfactory result for him. As for having dinner with the owner and receiving their gratitude in person, Irving thought it was better to skip it.

Right now, all he can think about is the $500 he's about to receive; everything else has to wait.

Watching Irving hand over his wallet and hurriedly leave, the black driver stood there stunned, subconsciously shrugging his shoulders.

He had already said everything he needed to say, so it was his own loss if the other party refused.

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"Hey, look who's here!"

"Kyrie, my good brother, I knew you were no ordinary person the first time I met you!"

As soon as Irving arrived on the second floor of Leo's secondhand store, he saw James stand up, spread his arms, and beam with a bright smile.

After giving the other person a firm hug, Owen handed over the note with Professor Smith's contact information and asked the question that had been bothering him:

"James, I'm confused. If you could help me find the owner's contact information for the wallet, how come you couldn't find Professor Smith's phone number?"

"Oh, buddy, look at your innocent face now."

Taking the note, James eagerly sat back down at the computer, typing away furiously as he explained:

"The identities and contact information of those important figures are all encrypted. You don't think I could find the contact information of a top American ophthalmologist with my rudimentary hacking skills, do you?"

"Okay, now I understand."

Irving shrugged, finally dispelling his doubts.

"OK, all done!"

After verifying that the contact information was genuine, James immediately grinned, revealing his white teeth.

He opened the drawer, took out twenty-five $20 bills, and readily handed them to Irving.

"Irving, here's your payment. You can count it."

Irving nodded and quickly glanced at the amount of the banknotes.

In the United States, besides the $1 bill, the most commonly used banknotes are these $20 bills.

Even the ATMs you normally use at banks will dispense $20 bills by default.

There are also banknotes over $20, namely $50 and $100 banknotes. However, these two banknotes are considered high denominations, and if you go to some small restaurants and shops, they are very likely to be refused, which is quite inconvenient.

Therefore, in most cases, people use this $20 banknote most often.

Once he was sure he'd been paid the full amount, Irving hummed a little tune, waved to James, and prepared to leave.

But just then, James chuckled and quickly stepped in front of him.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing?"

Irving was startled by the other party's unusual behavior, but he quickly recovered, raised his fists, and looked wary.

"Relax, Bro, I meant no harm," James quickly raised his hands and explained.

"Owen, to be honest, you're really efficient. Before you, I had already asked four different people for Professor Smith's contact information, but all of them failed..."

"I know why they failed; Professor Smith was far too cautious."

Recalling how the other person, upon seeing him harassing her, decisively chose to seek help from security, Irving couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

To be honest, if I hadn't happened to meet Tina, I might not have been able to get that $500.

"That's right! But even so, you succeeded!"

"How about this?" James's eyes darted around mischievously, and he said, "I have another money-making opportunity. Do you want to do it?"

"What's wrong?" Owen asked cautiously, not flustered.

That's right.

James coughed twice, slightly embarrassed, and said, "You should know about the Diamond King Strip Club, right?"

Irving nodded; that's where he found his first pot of gold, so he naturally wouldn't forget it.

"A few months ago, that club ordered hundreds of custom-made badges from me. We agreed on $100 per set, with a $3000 deposit."

But after I finished making all those documents and handed them over, those robbers refused to pay me the final payment!

$7000! A whole $7000! And it's been dragging on until now!

My good brother Owen, if you can help me get this $7000 back, I'll give you $500... no, I'll give you $1000 as a reward!

$1000 isn't a small sum, is it? Even if you worked hard washing dishes in a restaurant for a week, you might not earn that much.

Demanding the final payment from the Diamond King Club? Irving was slightly taken aback. This James guy was overestimating himself!

This seems simple; it's just asking for the remaining $7000.

But the problem is, that "King of Diamonds" club is no ordinary club.

You can tell just by looking at the armed black security guards standing guard at the club entrance.

Let alone $1000, even if it were two or three times that amount... he wouldn't be interested at all.