Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"I need a cell phone, a SIM card, and a driver's license..." Irving said in English.

Upon hearing the word "driver's license," the black man, Leo, paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and reflexively stood up.

"Hey Bro, I don't know what you're talking about. I only sell handicrafts here, not the things you're talking about."

"Relax, buddy," Irving stepped forward and quickly explained.

"I saw it on OnlyFake. It says you can buy whatever you want for just $15. Is that true?"

Hearing Irving say that, the black man Leo breathed a sigh of relief. He looked Irving up and down and then waved for him to come with him.

Irving followed Leo into the second floor of the shop.

To his surprise, the scene on the second floor of the shop was completely different from that on the first floor. The space inside was not large, but it had everything: a double bed, a work table, a dressing room, a washroom, etc. It could be said that although it was small, it had all the necessary functions.

There was even a Black man sitting next to the worktable, carefully making identification documents.

"James, another customer! Come over here and introduce him to our brother!" Leo waved, said a few words, and then went back downstairs.

"No problem, brother!"

The black man named James put down his identification, stood up, and walked straight over.

As the two-meter-tall, muscular man walked towards him, Irving instinctively opened his mouth wide.

Huh? Irving was stunned. No, how old does this black man look?

Sixteen years old? Eighteen at most, but that height and physique are just too exaggerated.

Black people have incredibly strong racial talents.

"You scared me, buddy." Seeing Irving's surprised look, James quickly took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, bit off the cap with his teeth, and handed it to him.

"Relax, sit down and say, Bro, what documents do you need?"

Irving took a deep breath, picked up his beer and clinked it with James's. The ice-cold beer went down his throat, refreshing him instantly and dispelling his fatigue.

"Hey buddy," Owen said, sitting on the sofa. After a moment's thought, he continued, "What I need right now is a cheap phone with internet access, a SIM card, a driver's license, and finally..."

"Stop, stop, stop, Bro, one at a time."

As he spoke, James pulled out a palm-sized calculator from somewhere and started calculating: "The cheapest used cell phone with internet access here is $30, a driver's license is easy to get for $15, a phone card is $5..."

Before James could finish speaking, Irving quickly interrupted, "Hey buddy, a used phone with internet access, and you want thirty dollars?!"

"Are you a robber?"

With that, Irving stood up as if to leave.

Seeing this, James quickly grabbed Irving and couldn't help but say, "Don't worry, Bro, what I just said was the price for handling these services individually. If you handle a lot, I'll give you a fair price, how about that?"

"The three services together originally cost $50..." James pressed a few buttons on the calculator, then looked up at Irving, "I'll give you a 20% discount, so it'll be $40."

"$40?!" Irving couldn't help but exclaim. "That's not much of a discount."

"Forty dollars is too expensive?" James shook his head and shrugged.

"Bro, our business isn't easy either. We bought each of these used phones one by one and painstakingly tested them, which was a lot of trouble. The permits and licenses are also difficult to obtain, and as for the SIM cards, we need to bypass regulations by going online..."

Irving nodded perfunctorily. Although what the other party said made a lot of sense, he knew in his heart that this was obviously an attempt to take advantage of him because he was a stranger and had no powerful connections.

Digital products like mobile phones have a high rate of damage. He doesn't want a 5G phone like the ones that have come out in the last two years; he just needs one that can access the internet!

As for SIM cards, you can apply for one online after you get your driver's license.

He deliberately asked for a SIM card just now to test the price this shop was asking for.

Looking back now, whether in the GTA VC game or in real life, this store is undoubtedly a rip-off.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of further lowering the price, Irving couldn't help but activate his skill.

[Skill: The Majesty of a Superior]

[Effect: When activated, there is a certain probability that the other party will obey your words. (The probability is related to the difficulty of the words.)]

"How about we put them together, $30?" Irving said in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Irving heard a "ding" in his mind.

"Ding—Proficiency +1"

[The Authority of a Leader (Proficiency 2/1000)]

Immediately afterward, James' expression changed.

He raised his head somewhat fearfully, his gaze even avoiding Irving's direct eye contact:

"$30... seems a bit too low..."

Failed?

Irving was somewhat surprised. Although he believed in his skills, seeing the conflicted look on James's face, he was also a little unsure.

After hesitating for a moment, Irving took out $30 and continued, "That's all I have right now. If it doesn't work, then forget it."

When James, the burly black man, heard Irving's words, he was immediately stunned. He gritted his teeth and it took him a long time to make up his mind before accepting the $30.

"Alright, buddy, $30 it is. But let me make this clear: if you need anything next time, remember to come back here..." James said as he rummaged through the shelves.

A moment later, he took out an iPhone 5S and tossed it to Irving.

"First, turn on your phone, activate it, and then find a Wi-Fi network called Al Qaeda Free Network and connect to it."

Irving nodded, admired the classic iPhone 5S for a moment, and then turned on the Wi-Fi on his phone: "Is this it, Base Freedom Network?"

"That's right, the password is Fuck Donald. Note the capitalization."

"OK, connected. What's next?"

"Then you open your browser, go to this website, click on the data generator, and then just enter your name and address, and leave the rest to me."

Before he could finish speaking, Irving heard James tell him to look over.

As soon as Irving turned his head, he saw the other person skillfully pick up a worn-out digital camera and press the shutter button with a "click".

Immediately afterward, within seconds, my photo was uploaded to the computer, transformed into a standard ID photo.

"Not bad business skills." Irving nodded to himself, then picked up his phone and went to the website James had given him.

After clicking the data generator, Irving discovered that his ID photo was prominently displayed on the pop-up page, and all the information except for his name and address had already been generated.

This made Irving realize that in America, making a fake document is indeed easier than drinking water.

After randomly making up an address, Irving pondered for a long time before finally writing down his new name in the name field—Donald Delano Roosevelt.