Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Chapter 109 Unexpected Auction Items

"$14000?!"

"Is this kid crazy? He actually set such a high price?!"

"Shit!! I've run into a hothead!"

Seeing Irving instantly raise the price from $7000 to $14000, many people in the audience couldn't help but curse.

Mia and Megan, sitting next to Owen, also looked surprised and stared at him in astonishment.

To be honest, Franklin Roosevelt left behind quite a lot of things in America.

Megan recalled that at an auction she attended six months ago, she came across a book that Winston Churchill had given to Roosevelt and that bore both of their names.

At the time, the book sold for a record-breaking $64625 thanks to the endorsement of two famous historical figures.

However, that book was an exception; if it were only about President Roosevelt, it would only sell for around $20,000 at most.

"Megan, should we raise a sign for this too?"

Just as Megan was lost in thought, Mia, who was sitting next to her, gently nudged her with her elbow and asked in a low voice.

Megan glanced at the people around her who were constantly raising their paddles, and slowly shook her head. "Let's forget it. Even if we win the bid, the profit won't be that high."

"There have been so many items related to President Roosevelt in the last two years that market prices have dropped significantly. I think this letter is worth at most $25,000; anything more would be an overpayment."

Upon hearing Megan's words, Irving, who had been continuously raising his paddle to bid against others, turned around and gave her a strange look.

However, seeing that Megan wasn't joking and seemed to be reminding him, Irving thought for a moment and then decisively raised his paddle to significantly increase the price.

"$25000!"

"————!?"

Seeing Irving's determined look, the black man who had been bidding against Irving not far away immediately turned around and glared at Irving.

However, Irving remained calm and gave him a disdainful look.

They act like they're all in it for money, and if you don't have money, get lost.

At the same time, he deliberately provoked, "Trying to participate in auctions? Why didn't I put you up for auction? Times have really changed; a best-selling item from hundreds of years ago can now sit here and participate in auctions."

Hearing Irving's low provocation, the black man's eyes immediately turned red. He was so angry that he immediately raised his paddle and increased the price, looking like he would fight anyone who competed with him.

"$26000!"

Seeing how crazy the other party was, which scared off many opponents, Irving immediately smiled and continued to raise his sign.

$26500.

"$27000!"

$28200.

Seeing the price soar to $28200 in the blink of an eye, the black man, whose eyes were bloodshot and face full of anger, hesitated for a moment.

He was about to grit his teeth and raise the price further when his companion, sitting beside him, pulled him back with a rational expression and dissuaded him, "Jason, are you crazy? We didn't bring that much money. Don't forget why we came here. Don't waste money on a worthless letter!"

Hearing his companion's advice, Lao Hei looked conflicted.

After a moment's thought, he ultimately decided to give up the bidding, but he still glared fiercely at Irving, cursing under his breath and sticking out two middle fingers.

Irving didn't seem to care and simply shrugged.

That nonchalant attitude completely infuriated the group of black men.

They've rebelled! They've rebelled! It's bad enough that those Mexicans have been bullying them lately!

Now even some Asian guy from who-knows-where dares to provoke their noble Black people!

They'll definitely teach this kid a lesson after the auction!

I saw several black men in the distance with hostile expressions, looking like they were going to settle scores later.

Owen remained calm, leaned close to Mia and Megan beside him, and whispered, "After the auction ends, we'll go our separate ways."

"?" Megan looked puzzled.

Mia, standing nearby, was also somewhat confused as to why Owen would suddenly say such a thing.

Seeing this, Irving had no choice but to reveal that the black men would definitely retaliate against him.

To his surprise, Megan was not alarmed at all; instead, she simply took out her phone from her bag.

"Stephen, I'm assigning you a task."

Megan said calmly, "I've been targeted by some black men at the auction house. Bring a few bodyguards over and help me deal with them."

Upon hearing Megan's arrangement, Irving immediately looked surprised and curiously re-examined Megan beside him.

No, you can summon a whole bunch of bodyguards with just one phone call?

Could it be that I've met a rich woman?

While Irving was still in shock, Megan had already hung up the phone, reached out and gently patted Irving, reassuring him, "Don't worry, my bodyguards will be here soon. A few black guys can't cause any trouble."

Irving nodded.

Seeing that Megan didn't seem to care about the matter at all, Irving shifted his attention back to the auction.

Seeing that the price had remained at $28200 for a long time without rising further, the auctioneer inquired for a long time before reluctantly starting the countdown: "$28200, first time; $28200, second time; $28200, third time!!"

boom!

As the gavel fell, the auctioneer pointed at Irving and shouted, "Congratulations to buyer number 87 for winning this handwritten letter from President Roosevelt!! Please pay the balance backstage to collect your item, or continue participating in the next round of the auction and pay at the same time later."

The auctioneer looked excited.

He originally thought that this handwritten letter from President Roosevelt would only fetch a maximum of $20000, but he didn't expect it to sell for so much more, which would undoubtedly provide him with a lot of extra bonuses.

For these auctioneers, as long as the final price of the auctioned item exceeds expectations, the higher the price, the higher their share of the profits will be.

Irving was not interested in the upcoming auction and was heading backstage.

But just then, Megan grabbed him from the side.

"Irving, are you waiting a minute?"

Seeing Irving's puzzled expression, Megan quickly explained, "I'm very interested in several of the next items, but I'm a little unsure about the prices. Could you give me some advice?"

Before Irving could refuse, Megan continued, "Don't worry, if I really manage to snag a bargain, I'll pay the balance for that President Roosevelt handwritten letter you just bought, how about that?"

Upon hearing Megan say this, Irving immediately nodded.

He was naturally happy to do something so good—just offering advice could save him nearly $30,000.

As the staff switched the screen, the next auction soon appeared before everyone.

To Irving's surprise, the images projected on the screen were not of any objects, but rather photos of a bar.

Interior scenes, exterior scenes, work areas, backyard, cashier counter, office... even the toilets weren't spared.

Just as Irving was lost in thought, Megan, who was sitting next to him, lit up and immediately became interested.