Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

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Just as Irving was lost in thought, his cell phone suddenly vibrated.

Irving took out his phone and glanced at the incoming call. When he saw that it was the bar owner, Hudson, he subconsciously frowned.

After thinking for a moment, Irving stood up and went to a corner to answer the phone.

"Hey Irving, how have you been these past couple of weeks?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded cheerful. "Thanks to your matches recently, business at the bar has been booming."

"You're too kind, Hudson. I only played a few games; the bar business has nothing to do with me," Irving said modestly.

"Hey buddy, why are you being so polite with me?" Hudson's hearty voice came through the receiver. "The tavern is doing so well now, all because you made a name for yourself at the beginning."

"Are you free tomorrow or the night after? A formidable fighter has recently appeared at an underground boxing gym in South Beach. Their boss contacted me, saying he'd like you two to have a match..."

Upon hearing Hudson's words, Irving immediately frowned.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally asked, "I recently started a small business and have been quite busy these past few days. If the competition is still the same as before, $5000 per match..."

Irving didn't finish his sentence.

But Hudson on the other end of the phone clearly understood what Irving meant, and immediately assured him, "Don't worry, if you're willing to come, I'll increase your appearance fee to $7000 per game!"

Irving did not respond.

Hudson paused for a moment, then continued, "Besides the fixed appearance fee of $7000 per show, I've also agreed to give you an additional 5% of the bar's daily net profit. How about that?"

Irving still did not respond.

Hudson immediately felt a headache coming on.

"Irving, 5% net profit is already quite a lot. Although the bar's business is better than before, the expenses on marketing and other miscellaneous promotions have also increased significantly. Within my authority, this is the most I can give you..."

Upon hearing Hudson's words, Irving was immediately caught in a dilemma.

To be honest, even though a match pays $7000 plus a 5% cut of the bar's daily net profit, this compensation is already quite high.

But for him now, making money through these underground boxing matches is too low-value.

Putting aside other ways to make money, just by sitting in the pawnshop every day, he can earn at least several thousand US dollars a day, and there is no risk involved; it's a sure thing.

If you happen to come across something really good, it's not impossible to earn tens of thousands of dollars a day.

Even if you don't work at the pawn shop, you can participate in auctions and rely on luck to find some bargains.

But that's still much safer than fighting in underground boxing matches.

Thinking of this, Irving immediately had the idea of ​​rejecting the other party.

After a moment's thought, Irving made an excuse and refused:

"Sorry, Hudson, I don't have any plans to continue boxing lately. You've probably heard that I'm starting filming a movie next week, and it would be troublesome if I got injured in a fight."

"Well then, that's a real shame."

Hearing Irving say that, Hudson sighed helplessly, "After you're done with this, we can talk about the game again. Don't worry, the next time I contact you, the offer will definitely be higher than it is now."

After hanging up the phone, Irving breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he really wanted to make the money, a glance at his savings account instantly dispelled any regret he might have felt.

Excluding today's expenses of $140 at the shooting range.

The remaining deposit is US$95302.20.

He's just over four thousand dollars short of breaking the $100,000 mark in savings!

Kyrie Irving was about to turn off his phone screen.

But just then, he noticed a red dot on the email icon.

He clicked on it and took a look.

The sender was a woman he had previously met at the Miami Harbour Marina.

The contents were clearly an invitation to an auction held by the Miami Police Department and the local court.

Irving raised an eyebrow and quickly scanned the emails.

Key information is on the second page.

After glancing at the time and location of the auction, Irving immediately left the shooting range.

……

The next day, afternoon.

Irving drove his RV to the Miami courthouse located at 143 Natal Street.

Upon arriving, he discovered that the woman who had invited him and her colleagues were already waiting there.

When they saw Irving get out of the car, the two waved and greeted him warmly.

As soon as Irving got out of the car and walked to the two men, they gave him a warm hug.

"Owen, this is my friend, Mia," the woman introduced warmly.

"Hello, Mr. Owen. Megan told me you're a very discerning treasure hunter. I hope we can work together successfully this time." The blonde woman smiled and extended her hand, looking politely at Owen.

"It's a pleasure working with you." Irving greeted the two men, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then got straight to the point:

"Isn't the auction supposed to start in half an hour? Why are you all waiting here so early?"

"We didn't have to wait long; we just arrived," Megan said with a smile.

"However, there's good news: there weren't as many people bidding at this afternoon's auction as I expected, which means I have a good chance of buying some things at a lower price."

"That's definitely good news," Irving nodded.

Generally speaking, auctions jointly organized by the court and the Miami Police Department are very popular.

If there aren't as many people participating in the auction as you might expect, then you can indeed buy some items for less money.

While Owen and Meg were talking, Mia, who was standing to the side, noticed the RV that Owen was driving.

She frowned, examined it carefully, and then looked at Owen with a shocked expression:

"A 1986 Winneburg? Such a classic old car, and you just drive it around like that? Irving, are you a rich kid?"

Mia said excitedly.

If Megan hadn't been standing nearby, she would have definitely pulled Irving over to the RV to take a closer look.

"You like RVs too?" Owen was a little surprised to see that Mia recognized the model of his RV.

"My father has been collecting classic RVs since he was a child, so I know a bit about them. Owen, if I may ask, do you sell this RV?"

Mia's gaze lingered on the RV parked not far away as she asked, "My father's birthday is next month. If I could buy this big thing for him, he'd be jumping for joy..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Owen directly refused, "Sorry, I've already promised a friend that I'd sell this RV to him when I'm not using it anymore."

"That's a shame," Mia said, somewhat annoyed.

Megan, who had witnessed the whole thing from the sidelines, scratched her head. Seeing Mia's disappointed expression, she asked疑惑地问道, "It's just an old-fashioned RV, Mia. I can give it to you if you want it. It shouldn't cost much, right?"

"It won't cost much?" Mia slowly shook her head and said with a wry smile, "This 1986 Winnie-Bag RV is one of the most classic RV models. Even if it's not well preserved, its market price starts at $9."

"What?! Ninety thousand dollars???" Megan was full of question marks when she heard the price.

She glanced at Owen standing to the side, and her eyes instantly lit up.

Holy crap, a rich guy?!