Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Seeing that Lao Hei was still standing in the same spot, grinning with a big white tooth at him.

Irving paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, took out a $10 tip from his pocket and handed it over.

Seeing the black man scurry away after receiving the tip, Irving couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion.

In this evil capitalist society, you have to tip before you can enjoy a service!

I don't know how the tipping culture in America developed.

After exchanging $10,000 in chips, Irving's cash reserves dwindled rapidly.

However, he had no intention of throwing away his hard-earned $10,000 in this place that was nominally a strip club but was actually a high-class casino.

After standing still and looking around briefly, Irving began to wander around, observing the various machines and furnishings in the VIP box.

The VIP room looked very large, several thousand square meters, but it was mostly filled with various machines.

Irving familiarized himself with the surroundings.

Seeing several uniformed staff members leaning against the window in the corner of the private room, smoking and chatting, he casually observed his surroundings and walked over.

As Irving drew closer, the white staff members who were chatting immediately became alert. "Sir, this is the staff break area. Outsiders are not allowed to enter."

"I know, I just wanted to get some fresh air by the window and maybe have a smoke," Owen shrugged and sighed helplessly.

"My mind was just bewitched by the devil, and I lost a lot of money. Let me stand here for a while to catch my breath."

As he spoke, Irving pulled out twenty dollars from his pocket, somewhat reluctantly, and handed it to the nearest white waiter: "Hey buddy, could you get me a few beers? The rest is your tip."

"Of course, I'd be happy to serve you, sir." The waiter's face lit up as he looked at the twenty-dollar bill in his hand, and he quickly left.

The other white male waiters standing to the side also became instantly attentive.

"Sir, is this your first time visiting our club?"

"Of course, why do I say that?" Owen leaned against the window, glanced outside, and saw that there was a main road outside the window with cars coming and going, nothing special, before he turned back.

"It's like this, sir, this is our club's lowest-tier VIP room. We usually only bring new customers or those who don't spend much money here..."

Before one of the white male waiters could finish speaking, the waiter next to him realized something was wrong and quickly spoke up to correct him.

"Sir, you are so generous and look so wealthy. You must be a rich person. You usually go to the better VIP rooms."

"Yes, yes, sir, this is the basic VIP box, so there aren't many programs. You'll understand once you go and take a look at the other larger VIP boxes."

"..."

After chatting for a while, Irving learned from several waiters that the "King of Diamonds" club was originally a simple strip club, but its business became complicated after a change of shareholders two years ago.

The club was divided into two parts: the first floor was the original dance area, and the second floor became a place that provides various programs for VIP customers.

To be honest, this kind of change is quite normal.

After all, several high-end adult clubs have opened in Miami in the past two years, making the competition extremely fierce.

To retain customers, simply relying on borderline activities, selling alcohol, or adult services won't make you a lot of money; the rent in this area is absolutely outrageously high.

Compared to other services, who can compare to a casino in terms of making money?

"Sir, don't worry, you'll see when you get to the VIP room over there. There are lots of great shows there," a male waiter chuckled.

"What exciting program?" Owen asked curiously.

The male waiters didn't say anything directly, but just smiled mysteriously.

This immediately piqued Irving's curiosity.

However, after regaining his senses, Irving remembered the purpose of his visit and coughed lightly twice.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, he immediately took out three twenty-dollar bills from his pocket and handed them to the group. "Don't do this, guys. I'm just curious. Here, consider this money as my treat for your drinks."

"In return, could you tell me what exciting programs are available in the VIP rooms?"

"Excuse me, sir." Looking at the US dollars in Owen's hand, the male waiters gritted their teeth and reluctantly refused.

"The services and contents of all our club's premium VIP rooms are confidential. You'll find out for yourself when you visit."

"I'm sorry, sir, it's not that we don't want to tell you, it's just that our club has regulations."

"You can't even tell me?" Irving was somewhat surprised, but he quickly changed the subject, "Then can you tell me the location of your club manager's office? It can't be a secret, can it?"

"Office location?"

Seeing the puzzled looks on the male waiters' faces, Irving smiled and explained, "I think your club is really good, and I'm wondering if I could invest in it..."

Upon hearing the words "investment," the eyes of several white male waiters immediately lit up.

Even their expressions became more attentive.

"Of course, sir!"

"Our club manager's office is at the end of the corridor on the first floor, on the left."

"Do you need me to take you there?"

Irving shrugged, smiled, and declined, "Let's forget about it now, buddy. Let me experience your club's VIP suite first."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Old Hei, who had just gone to exchange for chips, finally rushed over.

Irving simply waved to a few waiters, and then, under the astonished gaze of the black man, headed straight for the VIP private room.

"Sir, that's a high-class VIP box. It costs at least ten thousand US dollars to get in..." Old Black said in surprise.

But before he could finish speaking, Irving turned around and interrupted, "Right now, what you have in your hand is just ten thousand dollars as a bargaining chip, isn't it?"

"Sir, are you sure?" Old Hei asked, frowning.

Generally, for guests whose financial status is uncertain, these guides will lead them to the basic VIP room.

They will only guide guests to the premium VIP room once they confirm that the guests' cumulative spending exceeds $10,000.

Now that Irving has said this, Old Black is a little unsure whether Irving truly has that kind of value or is simply trying to make a show of having $10,000 in chips.

"I'm sure!" Seeing Old Black's repeated attempts to stop him, Irving stopped and said speechlessly:

"Hey buddy, if you keep blocking me, you can leave right now. Before you go, I'm going to your club manager and file a huge complaint against you!"