Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Irving originally wanted to leave.

But when the waitress said he could exchange $1000 in chips first and then return them whenever he wanted to leave, he changed his mind.

He immediately pulled out a $1000 cash check and handed it over.

After exchanging for a stack of special chips, Irving, led by a bunny girl, randomly picked a machine and sat down next to an elderly white man.

When the white old man saw Irving sit down next to him, he only glanced at him before continuing to immerse himself in the spinning machine in front of him.

This spinning lottery machine looks flashy, with various lights flashing, and every now and then there are cheers of "Congratulations on winning!"

It's easy to play: put in your chips, press the button, and spin the reels three times in a row. If all three reels have the same pattern, you'll win the corresponding reward.

"F**K!! It's the smallest prize again!"

As the machine flashed, the old white man opened his mouth and cursed.

Irving glanced at it and discovered that each time he played this spinning machine, he needed to spend fifty dollars worth of chips.

The elderly white man next to him might win a "bell prize" of at most $100.

Irving shook his head. He knew even without playing the machine that the odds of winning were too small.

The timing of winning and the amount of chips required to win are all pre-set in the machine.

If you really want to make money with these machines, the odds are even lower than buying a lottery ticket.

After briefly learning about the rules, Irving also decided to spend a hefty $50 to give it a try.

Since we're already here...

But when he put in $50 worth of chips and randomly pressed the button twice, Irving discovered that the first two reels both displayed the same "$" symbol.

Irving paused for a moment, then pressed the button again.

While he was completely bewildered, countless fireworks suddenly appeared on the machine screen, and then $500 in chips were dispensed from the betting box.

"Oh, Shit! You're so lucky!" The old white man was full of envy when he saw Irving win on his first try.

"It was just a coincidence, all luck," Irving replied modestly, before decisively taking his $500 chips and leaving.

Although he won on his first try, Irving was not blinded by his win.

On the contrary, he seriously suspected that his winning the lottery was a preferential treatment given to newcomers by the club.

If a customer loses all their chips on their first try, most of them will definitely not come back a second time.

Irving stood up and wandered around.

In addition to the spinning wheel games, the VIP room also has Texas Hold'em, a spinning wheel, and even mahjong.

This is great!

Irving flexed his wrists, eager to go and play a couple of rounds of mahjong.

But as soon as he got closer, he realized something was wrong.

Holy crap! Wait a minute, why are there both "eat" and "pong" moves in this mahjong game?

Moreover, there are no tiles like Red Dragon, Fortune, or East, South, West, North Winds; there are only a few scoring tiles with fancy patterns.

Feeling that the people in front of him were playing a different game of mahjong, Irving immediately shook his head and turned to leave.

Just as Irving was hesitating about whether to quit while he was ahead and walk out with the $500 he had won that day, an old black man who was guarding the place slowly walked over.

Seeing Owen's somewhat bewildered look, he smiled, revealing two rows of bright white teeth, and asked tactfully, "Sir, is this your first time here?"

"Yes, this is my first time here," Owen nodded, his expression unchanged.

"I see you look a bit lost. There's a program that's perfect for newcomers to the club. Shall I take you there?" Old Hei cautiously probed.

"OK, no problem." Irving nodded.

He had just won $500 anyway, so even if the project was expensive, he would still give it a try.

Consider this a preliminary reconnaissance trip to the club to collect debts next time, to scout out the situation.

Irving tried to comfort himself.

Led by Lao Hei, he walked towards the VIP room.

He hadn't gone far when he saw a group of young people walking towards him.

The leader was a tall, muscular young white man. He was somewhat surprised when he saw Irving's skin color and subconsciously raised an eyebrow.

However, he did not choose to provoke them. Instead, he led the men behind him to surround Lao Hei, who was leading the way.

"Hey buddy, your machines must be broken!"

The young white man, looking annoyed, sidled up to the older black man and yelled, "I've never lost at pinball at any other club in Miami! But here at your place, I've lost four thousand dollars in two days!"

"Call your manager over here! I'm filing a complaint!"

Seeing that many customers were looking over and their attention was drawn, Lao Hei quickly stretched out his hands and said seriously:

"Sir, please calm down. We can't make noise here! If you continue like this, I'll have to call security!"

As he spoke, Lao Hei picked up the walkie-talkie hanging around his neck.

Several young white men wanted to continue harassing him, but seeing that the other party was staring at them with a calm and composed expression, showing no fear whatsoever, they immediately backed down.

Although they all knew in their hearts that these machines, which were ostensibly for entertainment and service, had definitely altered the odds in secret, resulting in more losses than wins, they still couldn't resist the urge to play.

Once you get hooked on the game, you don't care about anything else; reason is completely overtaken by wishful thinking.

"Sir, if you have any questions, you can always ask at the counter. Our odds are fair, open, and transparent." Seeing that the men had backed down and weren't as angry, Old Hei continued:

"If you spend over $1 at our club, you can even be added to our manager's personal contact information. If you have any complaints, you can then give the manager your feedback..."

Upon hearing Old Black say that, Irving's eyes lit up.

He was originally thinking of finding an opportunity to ask how he could meet the club manager.

Old Hei's words provided him with a new idea.

You can easily pretend to be a wealthy person with connections and add the other party's contact information first.

Then casually mention that James has a connection with you, and maybe you can actually get James's $7000 payment back!

That's a great idea!

Coincidentally, I have an audition for a movie role at Ms. Catherine's film company tomorrow, so I can make good use of that.

If he could make the manager of the "King of Diamonds" club understand that he had an unusual relationship with Catherine... he could easily get the $7000 back.

Having figured this out, Irving immediately puffed out his chest, and his entire demeanor instantly changed.

After resolving the minor incident, Old Black led Owen to the innermost part of the VIP room for a walk.

Finding nothing special inside except for various pinball machines and escort girls, he immediately turned to Old Black and pulled out two $5,000 cash checks.

Old Black, who was about to leave, was astonished to see Owen suddenly become so generous. His eyes widened in surprise. "Sir, what... what's going on?"

"Exchange all of it for chips, and tell me where the manager's office is."

Irving raised his hand, waved the two cash checks in his hand, and tossed them to Old Black.