Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

After seeing Sophie off, Owen left the VIP box and headed towards the club manager's office on the first floor.

The club manager's office on the first floor.

A white, overweight man wearing overalls and weighing over 300 pounds, with a receding hairline, was sitting in a chair with his legs crossed and one hand supporting his chin.

A row of newly arrived dancers stood in front of him.

However, he had no interest in the attractive and hot dancers in front of him. Instead, he stared at the boxing match playing on the computer screen and exclaimed excitedly.

"Go! Go! Lock him up! Lock him up!"

"Ugh, I shouldn't have bet on Pierre to win!"

As Owen arrived at the manager's office door, he heard the commotion coming from inside and was speechless.

He never imagined that a club manager would watch a boxing match during work hours...

Irving took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then knocked on the manager's office door.

"Come in!" The fat white man heard the knock and assumed it was a waiter looking for him, so he answered casually.

But when he looked up and glanced at it, a look of confusion crossed his face.

Who is this Asian man who pushed open the door?

Before the fat white man could think it through, Irving introduced himself, "Hello, I'm Irving."

"Call me Ike." The white manager stood up and extended his hand.

Seeing Irving holding the club's exclusive chips, Ike immediately asked respectfully, "Sir, may I ask what brings you here?"

"Of course." After shaking hands lightly with the other person, Owen casually found a sofa and sat down.

Seeing this, the white manager, Ike, gave a look to the dancers standing to the side.

After the dancer left, he sat down next to Owen with a smile and patiently waited for the other to speak first.

"That's how it is." Irving took a deep breath and then got straight to the point:

"I have a friend who previously worked with your club. The collaboration went very well at first, but after it ended, you haven't paid the promised payment..."

"..." So it turned out they were there to collect a debt.

Ike was speechless. He had originally intended to call for his men to kick Irving out.

But seeing the other party's confident and self-assured demeanor, he frowned and paused in surprise.

To be on the safe side, he tentatively asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Do you know Catherine?" Owen crossed his legs, trying to suppress his embarrassment and keep a calm expression.

"Who?" Ike asked, his face full of questions.

"You know Miami Mayor PG Sava, right?" Irving continued.

"Of course, sir. Who in Miami doesn't know our newly appointed, tough-minded mayor?" Ike shrugged, somewhat puzzled as to why Irving suddenly brought this up.

"Ms. Catherine is the one standing behind Miami Mayor PG Sawa," Irving said, lightly brushing a strand of hair from his forehead as he introduced himself.

"And I am Ms. Catherine's lover, or to put it another way, I am an actor in her film and television company, and the male lead in her future films."

Irving forced himself to boast.

Upon hearing this, Ike's expression immediately changed.

He quickly stood up, ran to the office, took out two fine Brazilian cigars, and approached with a smile.

"Sir, please don't be offended. You should have identified yourself earlier. That way, our club would definitely have assigned someone to serve you." Ike skillfully cut the cigar, lit it, and then handed it over.

Although he doesn't know whether the identity the other party claimed to have is true or false.

But the social circle in Miami isn't very large. Once the other party leaves, he can call his boss to find out if it's true or not.

However, judging from the other party's demeanor and confident appearance, the identity he revealed is most likely true.

Irving took the cigar, glanced at it, and looked disdainful.

Adhering to the principle that the more you say, the more mistakes you make, and the less you say, the fewer mistakes you make, Irving didn't say anything more. He simply stood up, looked at the white manager in front of him, and slowly said:

"Dude, I believe this is a misunderstanding. My friend is James, the owner of Leo's thrift store."

"I believe his overdue payment will be settled tonight, right?"

"Of course, rest assured, Mr. Owen." Hearing the words "Leo's Secondhand Shop," Ike's heart skipped a beat, but he still forced a smile.

"I'll immediately check with my staff. If this is true, I'll have them settle the payment for your friend's goods right away."

"You're quite smart."

Hearing the other party's assurance, Irving nodded and then turned to leave.

Although his heart was pounding, Irving believed that the other party hadn't seen through him.

If that's the case, then James's outstanding payments will most likely be settled tonight.

After all, delayed payments are a common occurrence in many industries. Generally, as long as someone with connections steps in, and the amount involved is not large, it is easy to resolve.

"Please take your time, don't worry, I'll go and find out what happened right away!"

Seeing Irving leave, Ike immediately returned to his office and picked up the phone.

Upon learning that Miami Mayor PG Sava was backed by Ms. Catherine, one of Miami's top ten richest people, Ike did not hesitate and immediately began searching for James's contact information and accounts.

Clearly, he didn't want to offend a powerful conglomerate that could meddle in politics by embezzling $7000 in payments.

Even if it only offends one of the other party's lovers.

If the boss finds out about this, he'll definitely skin him alive and kick him out of the club.

After exchanging his chips for cash checks, Irving left the "Diamond King" club.

He hadn't walked far when he felt his phone vibrate a few times.

I opened my phone, and a message from James popped up on my screen.

James: Oh my god!! Kyrie, how did you do that?! That damn manager of the 'Diamond King' club actually contacted me! He said he wants to settle the payment for my goods!

Kyrie Irving: Calm down, bro, it's not a big deal, why are you getting so worked up?

James: $7000! A whole $7000 for the goods! Bro, you're amazing! I thought getting even half of that payment would be pretty good... Are you free tonight? My treat!

Irving: Another day, a Mexican girl said she'd treat me tonight. Oh, and don't forget the reward you promised me when the payment arrives.

James: Of course, man! You did a fantastic job, I'm almost in love with you! Wait a minute... it hasn't been that long, didn't you just go on a date with a rich woman? How come you're with a Mexican girl now?

James: Damn! You're so popular with women!

As if spurred on by the Mexican girl, James sent several messages in a row.

James: Never mind, take good care of yourself. I just got a batch of strong medicine from Africa, but the side effects are quite severe. I'll save some for you another day.

Kyrie Irving: ? ? ? What the heck?