Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"It's not that I don't want you to pay, it's just that I won't get paid for another two days. You don't know that I still have credit card bills to pay and haven't paid next month's rent. Even if you beat me to death, I don't have any money to give you."

Edward shouted, then sighed helplessly.

"You have no money, and we have even less money!"

In the crowd, a Black man who appeared to be in his forties heard Edward's words and threw the plastic bottle he was holding at Edward, angrily saying:

"At least you have a stable job. Look at the people standing in front of you. Who among them has enough food in their fridge to last for several days?"

"Forget about next month's rent, we can't even afford next week's!"

"Hey, you white pig, I don't care what you say, you're not leaving here today without your money!"

Looking at the agitated crowd of Black people, Irving shook his head helplessly.

When Irving first arrived here, he was also puzzled.

Some people don't understand why Americans don't save money.

Compared to other countries, the hourly wage in the United States is not low, so even if you are homeless, as long as you work hard, you can at least make a living.

However, after experiencing it firsthand, Irving realized that these were all just appearances.

Although hourly wages are not low in most states in the United States, and the law stipulates an eight-hour workday to protect workers' rights.

But if you're hoping to get rich quick through work, sorry, there's basically no hope.

Not to mention the risks of rent and unemployment, the interest and compound interest generated by various loans alone can snowball big enough.

Most semi-literate people who have received a happy education and grown up in a carefree environment are completely unaware of this.

They never imagined that their originally peaceful and busy lives could be completely disrupted by an accident, shattering their work-life balance.

The situation then deteriorated rapidly, and in less than half a month, he might become one of the homeless.

Looking at the angry Black people, Irving shrugged.

He had no intention of helping these Black people, nor was he interested in helping those two white people.

After all, the other party had caused him trouble last night, and Irving felt he was already morally upright for not taking advantage of the situation now.

Just as Irving was about to leave, Edward, who had been surrounded, could no longer stand the smell emanating from the black people around him.

He covered his nose, took off the watch from his left wrist, and said impatiently, "F**K, I'm fed up with you all, you sons of bitches! Take my watch!"

"This is a limited edition from Hamilton's 1900 collection; it's worth at least three thousand US dollars!"

Upon seeing the watch in Edward's hand, which reflected a golden light, a black man immediately reached out and snatched it, then examined it carefully.

"Hey Kevin! You know a bit about watches, come and tell me if this one's worth anything!"

"Huh? Me?"

A young Black man with a youthful face was wheeled out. He scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I've only been to the watch store a few times for the 'free' deals..."

"Look, stop dawdling, buddy!"

"At least you've been to a watch shop, which makes you better than us."

"..."

Under pressure from his enthusiastic companions, the young Black man reluctantly took a look, then said uncertainly, "This watch looks pretty good, it should be worth a few hundred dollars..."

"What? Several hundred dollars??"

Seeing that the young Black man didn't recognize the value, Edward immediately became anxious: "Hamilton! This is a limited edition Hamilton from 1900! A pocket watch modified into a wristwatch, buddy, have you ever seen anything good? An antique in such good condition is worth at least $3000!"

Upon hearing the word "antique," Irving's eyes immediately lit up, as if he had thought of something.

After glancing at the black men who looked on with suspicion and didn't believe Edward's words at all, Owen thought for a moment, then pushed through the crowd and walked up.

He patted the young Black man on the shoulder and then gestured for him to bring over the watch.

Edward was about to step forward to stop him when he turned around and saw Owen's face, and was somewhat taken aback:

"You... what are you doing here?"

"Would you believe me if I said I was just passing by?" Irving reached out and snatched the Hamilton watch from the young black man's hand.

The moment he picked up the watch, his mind went "ding" again:

"Equip the [Damaged Gold Pocket Watch] item found. Equip it?"

Sure enough, Owen's eyes lit up when he discovered that the Hamilton watch in his hand was a special piece of equipment.

"$1000, I'll take this watch!" Irving immediately looked at the black man next to him and made the offer.

"F**K, you beat me up last night and you still want to buy my watch? Dude, don't even dream about it!" Edward sneered and immediately reached out to take the watch away.

But at this moment, the surrounding Black onlookers were unlikely to let him take it back.

A Black man pushed Edward's arm aside and shoved him out of the way. "Hey, you just said you were going to give us this watch."

"We own this watch now! If you don't get out of here, believe me, I'll crush your balls!"

Edward was about to argue when, just as he finally had a chance to leave, his companion grabbed him and pulled him away from the crowd without a word.

"It's alright, Edward. It's just a watch. What's wrong with giving it to these lowly, working-class people?"

"The most important thing now is to get out of here quickly, I'm about to faint from this stench!"

Edward gritted his teeth. When he saw Owen looking in his direction, he looked unwilling, but in the end, he took the opportunity to slink away.

After letting Edward go, several black men surrounded Irving in the center. After exchanging glances, the young black man who had been carefully examining the watch was pushed forward again.

"Hey Asian, $1000 is a bit low."

"I think you'll need at least $2000... no, $3000 to take this watch!"

"That's right!"

Faced with these black people who were only semi-literate, Irving smiled slightly, not letting them lead him by the nose, and decisively handed over his watch.

"$3000? Are you kidding me!" Irving shook his head. "Take this watch to any secondhand shop, and you'll get it for no more than $1000."

"$1000, take it or leave it..."

After saying that, Irving turned around and prepared to leave.

To Irving's surprise, he was stopped by several muscular black men as soon as he turned around.

Judging from their posture, these black people seem determined not to let us leave without paying.

"Raise the price a bit more, sir. Look at all these people, $1000 isn't enough to go around."

Seeing that the dozens of black men in front of him were unmoved by his words, Irving immediately laughed.

These black people seem to be trying to use their numbers to force a sale.

However, Irving was not afraid at all and was not worried about what these black people would do to him.

With the "Wandering Boxer" skill, no matter how many black people attack him at once, he can still walk away standing up.

As for whether these Black people were carrying firearms, Irving hadn't even considered that possibility.

Please, if these Black people could actually afford guns, or have the guts to do so.

Edward, who had been arguing and making excuses, was riddled with bullets.