Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"No, I think you've misunderstood, Mr. Walter..."

Owen was about to explain when Walter didn't give him the chance at all, and directly signaled his assistant to take Judy to the director for an interview.

Seeing this, Irving didn't say anything more.

After a brief farewell to Judy, Owen was led by Walter to the script workshop.

Two hours later.

Irving walked out of the office with a thick stack of scripts in his hand and a look of utter despair on his face.

He never imagined that acting in a movie would be so troublesome!

In Irving's original imagination, making movies should be similar to making short video series.

As for the script discussion meeting, it sounds nice, but in reality it should just be a meeting between the main characters, the director, the producer, and other staff.

But once the script discussion began, Irving realized something was wrong!

American script workshops are genuine script discussions!

All the actors, not just the main characters, but even some of the supporting actors, had to speak up at the seminar and go through the entire film script.

If you encounter any problems during the process, stop immediately and communicate with the director and screenwriter.

Fortunately, not long after the seminar began, several supporting actors discovered a logical problem in the script; otherwise, Irving felt that the script seminar might have lasted all day.

Just as Irving stepped out of the Financial Center building, intending to go back to Tina for a good rest, Walter Jr. came out.

"Owen, why are you running so fast?" Little Walter asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Didn't the director and screenwriter just say they needed to discuss the script again? I see they're still busy..."

Before Irving could finish speaking, Walter Jr. gestured for his assistant to get the car, then pulled Irving aside and said, "That was just talk, man. Didn't anyone tell you that after the script meeting, we're going to go have some fun?"

"Just for fun?" Owen glanced at Walter, who was smoking a cigar and grinning, and looked a little embarrassed.

However, he quickly realized what was happening, coughed twice, and asked in a low voice, "Going out for entertainment so openly, what if Ms. Catherine finds out..."

"Don't worry, we definitely won't go to Ms. Catherine's properties."

Seeing that his assistant had already brought the car over, Walter pulled Owen along and said with a wicked grin, "Of course I know about your relationship with Ms. Catherine, but don't worry, we're going to a newly opened club this time, guaranteed to be completely private!"

After saying that, Walter pulled Owen along and got into the custom-made Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Half an hour later, the vehicle stopped on a secluded street in Miami's South Beach.

After getting off the bus, Walter led Owen to a building that looked abandoned.

Open the wooden door, walk through the dark and narrow corridor, and finally arrive at a large door.

Walter threw away his half-smoked cigar and pulled two tickets from his pocket.

After the receptionist checked the tickets, she took out two masks and handed them to the two of them.

Irving chose a bat mask.

Before he could take a closer look, the female receptionist led the two to a hall that looked loud and brightly lit, but was actually rather deserted.

Contrary to Irving's expectations of a lively scene, there were hardly any people in the entire hall.

Just as Irving was wondering where he was, the lights in the entire hall went out instantly.

Immediately afterwards, spotlights were all aimed at the stage.

Under Irving's astonished gaze, a dozen professional dancers slowly emerged from backstage, performing their dance while gradually removing their clothing, yet without any wardrobe malfunctions, maximizing their allure.

"This is a real, old-school strip club! Owen, my buddy, after the show, you can pick whichever one you like." Worried that Owen lacked experience, Little Walter specifically introduced it to him:

"You don't need to worry about safety. This Paradise Club is owned by a big shot. All the dancers there have undergone professional medical examinations, the conditions are extremely strict, and each person can only appear once."

The dancers you see here are all college graduates who have undergone rigorous training; they are all top-notch in terms of looks and physique.

You're out of luck today; there aren't many people, so these are all average items.

But it's different at the end of the month; the stage is full of all kinds of celebrities.

I remember at the end of last month, several popular stars from small countries performed on stage. I think it was a girl group. It attracted a lot of bids at the time…”

Upon hearing Walter's introduction, Irving opened his mouth, looking utterly surprised.

To be honest, he originally thought that the "King of Diamonds" club was already high-end enough.

Surprisingly, the truly high-end strip clubs are all members-only!

After asking Walter briefly, Irving finally learned the truth.

In the United States, the adult entertainment industry is so developed that striptease has long been a legitimate profession, just like lawyers, teachers, doctors, and many other professions.

And contrary to his expectations, not all strip clubs are the same.

In this industry, different clubs are strictly divided into different levels.

Clubs like the "King of Diamonds" can only be considered the ceiling of entertainment for ordinary people at best.

The clubs that are truly open to the wealthy and powerful are high-end membership clubs, the kind that you simply can't get into without a senior member leading you in.

However, these clubs are generally located in major economically developed cities, such as New York, Washington, and Las Vegas.

As Florida's second-largest city and its economic, financial, and cultural center, Miami is naturally a major player in the state.

This Paradise Club is clearly one of them.

Irving looked around and found that there were only five or six masked guests in the club lobby, two of whom were drinking XO in the bar and showed no intention of watching the performance.

As for the remaining few, they simply sat on the sofa and discussed things casually, as if the dancers on stage held no appeal for them.

Clearly, the afternoon is the slowest time for the club's business.

Once night falls, the number of people inside the club will definitely surge.

"What, you're not interested?" Little Walter nudged Owen lightly, chuckling and teasing in a low voice, "You haven't been saving all your energy for serving Catherine, have you?"

"Hahaha, you're so funny." Irving couldn't help but laugh.

"Kid, when I was young and handsome like you, I changed girlfriends three times a day. I didn't need to come to a place like this."

Seeing that Irving was a little nervous and hadn't relaxed, Walter led him to the bar and ordered two whiskeys.

Just then, two masked customers who were also sitting at the bar drinking nearby noticed Owen and his companion.

Without hesitation, the two men walked over with their wine glasses in hand.