Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"Hey buddy, let me introduce myself. My name is Hudson, and this is my friend Bourne. Can we share a table?" The two Frenchmen stood up and extended their hands to Irving.

"sure."

Irving extended his hand in return, smiled, and introduced himself: "My name is Irving. Hey, Hudson, are you tourists here in Miami?"

"Haha, we're not tourists." Hudson sat down, warmly sitting next to Irving.

"We just moved to Miami and opened a bar in the Little Havana neighborhood, and we were thinking of hosting a few boxing matches to increase our customer traffic."

"So, Kyrie, are you interested?"

"Boxing? Like the UFC?" Irving frowned.

When it comes to boxing matches, his first impression is of the UFC, where two boxers in an octagon deliver punches to each other.

"Of course not!"

Seeing Owen frown and show some displeasure, Bourne, who was sitting to the side, quickly explained, "The competition we organize is definitely not that professional. Calling it a boxing match is more like two people fighting to see who gives up first or falls to the ground and can't get up..."

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Before the other person could finish speaking, Owen decisively refused.

Just kidding, these underground boxing matches are even more dangerous, okay?

Those who can participate in this kind of boxing match are definitely not street thugs; every single one of them is a trained fighter.

Losing a match by accident is not a big deal, but if your opponent goes all out and cripples you, you'll have nowhere to cry.

"Owen, boxing isn't as dangerous as you think..." Bourne was about to continue explaining when Hudson, who was standing to the side, raised his hand, interrupting him.

"I know, buddy, with your skills you probably wouldn't even look at these little boxing matches."

Hudson pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it to Irving, then sighed and said in a pitiful tone, "But my brother and I just arrived in Miami and don't know anyone."

Okay, if you know any friends who want to participate in boxing matches, could you recommend them to me?

I can give him five thousand dollars for a boxing match, win or lose...

How much? Five thousand US dollars?!

Irving had just picked up his cocktail glass and taken a sip when he nearly choked.

"Excuse me, buddy, I'm sorry to bother you. To make it up to you, please let me pay for your bill tonight."

Hudson stood up and snapped his fingers at the waiter.

Seeing Hudson and Bourne stand up as if to leave, Irving immediately called out, "Gentlemen, wait a moment!"

"Five thousand US dollars per match... I can consider it..."

Upon hearing Irving say that, Hudson's face immediately lit up with joy.

Bourne, fearing Irving might change his mind, quickly added, "Okay, buddy! In addition to the five thousand dollars, we've also prepared a dedicated medical team for you. We guarantee that if you suffer any external injuries, we'll cover all your medical expenses."

Seeing Irving becoming increasingly hesitant, Hudson hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and made up his mind:

"Irving, if you can sign a long-term partnership contract with our bar, you can not only drink for free, but the more games you win, the more prize money you'll receive. We can even give you an extra 20% of the winnings if you win ten consecutive games!"

Upon hearing the word "profit sharing," Irving immediately raised an eyebrow.

Without further hesitation, he immediately extended his hand to Hudson, "Deal!"

Seeing that he had successfully recruited Irving, Bourne, who was sitting to the side, immediately grinned foolishly.

"Hey, Bourne, what are you grinning about!"

Hudson pointed to the parking lot outside the window and said anxiously, "Go and call Jimmy over quickly, and bring him the contract. We finally managed to recruit a talented boxer!"

"Don't worry, Hudson, I'm on my way!" Bourne stood up and hurried away.

Seeing how much the other person valued him, Irving smiled, raised his cocktail glass, and immediately drank with the other person.

After a couple of drinks, Hudson's face quickly turned red, looking almost like a monkey's bottom.

After they had gotten to know each other a little better, Irving finally spoke up, steer the conversation back to the boxing match, and try to gather information beforehand.

"Hudson, I have a question."

Irving leaned closer to Hudson, let out a burp, and said, "I remember there are quite a few gangs in Miami. If you're short of fighters, why don't you team up with the local gangs?"

"Come on."

Hudson shook his head and said, "You overestimate those Latinos and Blacks in Miami. They have a lot of people who can fight, but they are also very good at causing trouble."

Besides, Byrne and I have done research, and the underground boxing matches in Miami are currently dominated by blacks against blacks, with very few whites or Latinos, and absolutely no Asians.

It's always been black people fighting, the audience is already tired of it..."

"That's true." Irving nodded.

In his memory, even in the Ultimate Fighting Championship (UFC), most of the fighters were Black.

Even if a few white people are present, they are most likely not purebred white, but just have lighter skin.

"Then why do you and Bourne think so highly of me?" Owen continued to ask.

"Hey buddy, you're Asian, from the mysterious East!" Hudson said matter-of-factly. "In America, who doesn't know Jackie Chan? Who doesn't know Bruce Lee?"

"Compared to boring black matches, the Chinese kung fu from the East is so much more eye-catching, isn't it?"

Seeing Hudson getting more and more excited, Irving quickly interrupted, "Okay, okay, stop praising me. To tell you the truth, I only know some fighting techniques, I don't know kung fu at all."

"real?"

Hudson immediately sobered up and perked up.

But after a moment he waved his hand and said, "Come on! Dude! Who believes that!"

"Hudson, I'm not kidding..."

Seeing Bourne rushing in with a well-dressed white man, Irving spoke again: "If you're looking for an Asian who knows kung fu, I think you've got the wrong person."

"Oh man, don't worry, don't be so nervous." Hudson sat up, and despite being a little drunk, he still chose to patiently explain: "To be honest, as long as you can fight, it doesn't matter if you can't fight."

What do you think people watch boxing matches for?

It's just for fun, buddy!

If you play well enough and win enough games, this gimmick alone can attract a large audience.

What's most important for a bar?

audience!

The audience equals the buzz, the audience equals the money, so buddy, don't overthink it, let's work together and make money!

As long as you can generate enough buzz to make the bar a hit.

"Buddy, forget about profit sharing, I'd even give you shares in the bar!"

"Wow, what an impressive marketing tactic."

Irving remarked, then stood up and extended his hand to Byrne and Jimmy, the lawyers who had just arrived:

"Let's get to know each other again. My name is Owen Tyson, your gold medal boxer, and one of the future shareholders of this bar."