Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Although somewhat speechless, Irving did not directly expose the fake document vendor's boasting.

Irving received a green card from the other party.

A green card, also known as a U.S. permanent resident card, is an identification document used to prove that a foreigner has permanent resident status in the United States.

Judging from the appearance and texture of the card alone, this green card looks exactly like the real one.

However, after taking a closer look, Irving found that the information above was somewhat outrageous.

Born in 08, but looks... is this person really 18?

The photo of the black man on the card looks extremely weathered; if Irving hadn't seen his age, he would have thought the man was at least in his thirties.

Seeing Irving remain silent, the middle-aged man assumed Irving was worried about the price and quickly tried to sell:

"Hey buddy, take a look at these documents. They were all meticulously made by our team, using the most advanced machines and AI big data assistance technology. We guarantee there's really no difference."

"If you pay more, we also have professional hackers to serve you. Your identity data can be directly entered into the official system. With these documents, you can go through customs, find a job, and fly like a normal person. There will be absolutely no problems."

"If you don't need it, you can consider our relatives and friends. We also have a complete set of documents for undocumented immigrants to live in the United States, just like a McDonald's family bucket, for only $8000!"

"For just $8000, you can enjoy all the same conveniences as a legal American citizen. Of course, these documents are not permanent; they are only valid for four years because the president is elected every four years."

"But don't worry, you don't need to worry too much after four years. The immigration bureau generally doesn't care about people with expired documents. Their primary goal is to deport those black people who have no paperwork and are forcibly staying in America..." the middle-aged man explained in a long and detailed manner.

"Do you have a credit card account?" a white office worker passing by asked.

The middle-aged man was startled by the sudden sound.

But after regaining his senses, he paused for a moment, then quickly nodded and said, "Of course, sir, yes!"

"A freshly generated user credit card information, including account name, password, and CVV code, can be used for any purchase you make at night for just $20."

"Do you have a physical card?" the white man continued to ask.

"Of course we do, but they're generally quite expensive, at least $800, and let me make it clear that we're not responsible if anything goes wrong."

"$800?" Upon hearing this price, the white man shook his head and turned to leave.

Just then, several more office workers who were passing by gathered around.

The group of people, one after another, glanced at the various documents in the fake document vendor's backpack and began to ask questions.

"Can I get a British passport? I mean a legitimate one, the legal kind," a black man in a suit asked, holding up a British passport.

"Just a British passport? That's easy. £3000, pay me now and I can give it to you in three days." The middle-aged man patted his chest confidently.

"We have a dedicated team to process all kinds of passports. Although we mainly process American documents, the documents we process are also recognized by other countries and entered into their official databases."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man took out his phone, opened a website, and introduced it to the people around him.

Irving also curiously went over to take a look.

Good heavens, these fake document makers even have their own website? Typical America!

Irving watched as the middle-aged man introduced the website's services, ranging from passports, visas, and air tickets to green cards, driver's licenses, bank statements, and so on. The services were complex and comprehensive, covering almost every aspect of life.

Seeing the other person's level of professionalism, Irving couldn't help but feel impressed.

Compared to these professional fake document dealers, James's "Leo's Secondhand Shop" was practically no different from a makeshift operation.

Sure enough, the middle-aged Asian man in front of me answered fluently and gave such a professional introduction.

More and more people gathered around, and everyone started asking questions all at once.

The more Irving heard about these issues, the more alarmed he became.

"Can I launder money here?"

"Can you hack into our company's internal systems?"

"Do you have any citizen information? I need ten thousand records first!"

"..."

Everyone chimed in, asking questions one after another.

The scene before him did not faze the middle-aged man. He took a deep breath and began to answer the questions from those around him one by one.

"I'm sorry, our team is not currently handling money laundering business. However, if you need it, I can act as your referrer. You only need to pay a referral fee of $1000."

"Sir, what company do you work for? Every company has a different internal system. If we were to hack into most of the company's systems, it would be very expensive. If you'd like, we can exchange contact information and chat privately."

"I have all the citizens' information, it's 50 cents a piece. If you need it, I can contact someone to provide it to you right now."

After answering all the questions, many of the onlookers shook their heads and turned to leave, leaving only a few scattered people behind.

The middle-aged man was not surprised by this, as his original purpose in sneaking into the financial building was to promote his work.

Having customers is ideal. Even if there's no business coming in right now, the business cards have already been distributed. Just because these high-level office workers don't have a need now doesn't mean they won't have one in the future.

Seeing that many people around him were leaving, Irving glanced at the time, asked for a business card, and prepared to continue looking for an interview location.

But he had only taken two steps when he heard a Latino man ask in broken English:

"Hello, may I ask what the difference is between a 'green card' obtained through you for $8000 and a status acquired through hard work and spending hundreds of thousands on immigration?"

"Of course there's a difference." Glancing at the man's eager expression, the middle-aged man answered truthfully, "However, the difference isn't as significant as most people imagine."

"Dude, let me put it this way, you should know about the border wall the US built on the Mexican side, right?"

The Latino man nodded slightly.

"Whether it's a green card or other legal immigration procedures, it's essentially a ladder—a ladder that allows you to cross the border wall into the United States. It doesn't matter what kind of ladder you choose to use; what matters is that you can cross the border wall."

"No one will care what kind of ladder you used to jump over the wall; they will only know that you jumped over the wall to get in. As long as the government doesn't investigate, there will be no difference between you and others."

"But if America wants to settle scores with us outsiders, no matter how you got in, you'll all have to pack your bags and get out! Unless you're willing to pay up again..."

The middle-aged man spread his hands and shrugged: "This is America."