Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"Okay, then I'll apply for green cards for my two sisters!" The Latino man hesitated for a moment, but finally made up his mind and said:

"So, it's $16,000 in total? Can you make it a little cheaper?"

"I had previously researched online that many hackers can break into the immigration bureau's data entry system, but they don't charge more than $5000. Just making one more card costs an extra $3000. Your fees are a bit high."

"Don't let our higher price fool you; the technology we use is different," the middle-aged man explained. "Those hackers just bypass the immigration bureau's firewall; that kind of data entry is illegal and easily detected!"

"We are different. We have people in the immigration department who are specifically responsible for doing these things. We will never break the law. At most, we will break a few rules. And even if we are found out in the end, there will be absolutely no risk of being deported for breaking the law."

"Of course, if you're trying to save that little bit of money, you can always go online and find those hackers."

The middle-aged man shrugged, looking completely indifferent.

Seeing this, the Latino was immediately persuaded and gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll pay $16,000, but I won't choose to pay in cash."

"No problem, online payment is fine too." Seeing that he had finally made a sale, the middle-aged man was overjoyed and took out his phone to exchange contact information with the Latino man.

After confirming that he had received one-third of the deposit from the other party, the middle-aged man immediately asked the people around him if they had any other needs.

Seeing their transaction process, Irving couldn't help but think that doing black market business in America was really lucrative.

Just as he was about to leave,

The middle-aged man noticed Irving's conflicted expression.

With his professional instincts honed over the years, he approached Irving and asked, "Sir, I'm leaving soon. Is there anything else you need?"

Having worked in the United States for so many years, he knows that many Asians are law-abiding and would not normally seek out fake documents.

But once you successfully acquire a customer, they will continuously introduce their friends and relatives to you in the future.

Therefore, compared to other clients, clients from Asia have always been their key target.

Irving initially wanted to refuse, but when he remembered that his previously applied bank account hadn't arrived yet and he hadn't even been able to shop online during this time, he quickly changed his mind.

"I need a credit card account, the kind that can be linked to Apple Pay. How much does that cost?"

"Do you have a Social Security number?" the middle-aged man asked. "If you have a Social Security number, I can help you apply for one. Since we're both Asian, I can charge you a little less."

"Thank you so much," Irving said, somewhat surprised. "But I haven't received my Social Security number yet."

"It's nothing." The middle-aged man took out his phone, added Irving's contact information, and said very sincerely:

"I'll give you a set of credit card accounts that you can use daily. According to market rates, credit card accounts that can be linked to Apple Pay would cost an extra $5, but since we're all Asian, I'll waive the $5 and just give me $20."

"OK, no problem!" Hearing that the price was so cheap, Irving didn't hesitate at all and decisively took out twenty dollars from his pocket and handed it to the other party.

Irving was initially worried that he had been scammed.

But the thought that the other party had managed to sneak in and had just received deposits from several other people put his mind at ease.

After exchanging contact information and confirming delivery in two days, Irving turned and left.

Seeing that it was already 9:50, Irving didn't care about anything else and hurriedly started jogging to find the interview location.

After searching for a while, Irving finally found the place—a film production company called "Walt Brothers".

As soon as Irving entered the company, the white receptionist stood up with a big smile on her face.

"Hello sir, do you have an appointment?"

"Yes." Owen seemed to suddenly remember something, and quickly took out a card that looked like an invitation from Luna from his pocket and handed it to the receptionist.

Upon seeing the signature at the bottom of the invitation, the receptionist was slightly startled, smiled charmingly, and her attitude instantly became extremely respectful.

"Oh, it's you, Mr. Owen. Mr. Walter is already waiting for you in his office. I'll take you there now."

The receptionist quickly led Irving to an office.

After knocking on the door and announcing that Irving had arrived.

A middle-aged white man in a suit, with a shrewd look and the typical appearance of an "old money" man, came into view.

"Oh, my leading man, you've finally arrived!" The middle-aged man gave Owen a big hug.

After leading Irving into his office, the middle-aged white man dismissed the receptionist and closed the office door.

Once Irving was seated, he introduced himself with a smile: "Hello, Irving, I'm Winchester PG Walt, you can call me Little Walt."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Walter." Feeling the other party's enthusiasm, Owen responded politely, though he was a little puzzled.

Just as Irving was about to ask about the interview...

Walter quickly took a contract from a drawer in his office and handed it directly to Irving.

"Mr. Owen, this is a film contract that outlines your compensation, benefits, and specific details regarding your participation in this film."

Seeing Irving frown, Walter slowed his tone and quickly explained, "I know the salary stipulated in the contract is a bit low, but the market hasn't been good lately, and Miami's film and television industry isn't particularly outstanding."

However, I can assure you that if the movie does well at the box office, we will give you an additional 5% of the box office revenue as a bonus.

Of course, this is all on the premise that the film can recoup its costs...

Owen picked up the contract in surprise, quickly flipped through a page, and glanced at the salary column, which had many, many zeros. He tried to speak several times, but was interrupted each time.

"Mr. Owen, I know you must have a lot of dissatisfaction right now, but please believe me, with your appearance and physique, even if this movie doesn't do well at the box office, I believe you can definitely become a kung fu superstar in the future."

Walter sat down next to Irving, his face beaming with excitement, and said, "I really hope you'll give me this opportunity to play the lead role in this movie. I believe you'll definitely be the next breakout kung fu superstar!"

Listening to the other person's endless praise, Irving awkwardly dug his toes into the floor, and sweat began to seep from his forehead.

Seeing that the other person was about to continue praising him, Irving quickly reached out and said, "Stop, stop, stop!"

"Mr. Walter, may I ask you a question?"

"May I ask you something?" Little Walter said with a smile, very politely.

"I came here today... not for an interview, right?" Irving scratched his head, looking puzzled.