Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"Thank you, Mr. Walter." Owen said, taking the number from the other party.

"Although I've given you the contact information for the tobacco processing ship, I advise you to think it through carefully," Little Walter said seriously.

"You had no problem buying tobacco leaves to smuggle in the past, but the key is that if you want to sell tobacco without paying taxes or having local gang protection, you can expect to get arrested."

I recall that last month the tax authorities arrested a lot of tobacco dealers in other parts of Florida.

You need to think this through. Those tobacco manufacturers don't care about the lives of the tobacco dealers. They've already sold the goods; the risk has long since shifted to those dealers.

"I understand, Mr. Walter, thank you for reminding me." Owen put away the piece of paper containing the contact information for the tobacco processing ship, expressed his gratitude again, and then turned to leave.

Watching Irving's figure disappear, Walt shrugged, then turned to Beyoncé beside him and asked, "What do you think of that Irving kid?"

"Not bad," Beyoncé said slowly. "Cautious, handsome, and bold, he doesn't seem like an Asian, but I like him."

"You don't just like him because he's handsome, do you?" Walter leaned closer to Beyoncé, put his arm around her waist, and said softly, "Shouldn't a man's most attractive quality be his experience?"

"Experience?" Beyoncé covered her mouth and said, "Isn't that just a bunch of old men fooling themselves?"

"F**K, you poked me in the wrong place! I'm going to fuck your mouth today!" Walter Jr. threw Beyoncé onto the sofa.

He then unbuckled his belt.

Beyoncé did not resist, and sighed as she recalled Owen's handsome face in her mind.

Never mind, it'll only take three minutes.

Just bear with it and it will pass.

…………

Night had fallen, and the streets of Miami were brightly lit and bustling with traffic.

After leaving Paradise Club, Owen wanted to return to the motel.

But considering the distance and time, he changed his mind and went to Tina's house instead.

Since she rarely had a day off from work and school, Tina bought a lot of ingredients, planning to cook a big meal and enjoy a good time.

Tina was initially puzzled when she heard the doorbell ring.

Upon seeing that it was Irving who had come in, she opened the door, then slammed it shut again.

"Hey, Tina, aren't you happy to see me?" Owen asked with a wry smile after being turned away.

"Didn't you say you weren't coming tonight?" Tina pouted, her face cold as she spoke loudly, "What? Did someone else reject you? That's why you came to find me and Ayesha?"

Hearing Tina's angry tone, Owen immediately felt a headache coming on.

Well, it's obvious without even thinking that the other party is angry.

Knowing how difficult it is to appease an angry girl, Irving took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and then began to explain.

After a while, seeing that the other party showed no intention of opening the door, Owen 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.)]

"Tina, I've been busy making money all day, really for you. Can you open the door, darling?" Owen asked nervously.

He wasn't sure if the "authority of a superior" could be used to persuade a girl.

Fortunately, shortly after he finished speaking, Irving heard a "ding" sound in his mind.

"Ding—Proficiency +1"

[The Authority of a Leader (Proficiency 5/1000)]

Hearing the reminder, Irving finally felt relieved.

Sure enough, the next second, Tina opened the door.

Her previously pouty face now appeared much calmer, though her eyes continued to scan Irving up and down.

"You weren't lying to me just now, were you?" Tina glanced at Owen suspiciously and asked.

Irving sighed and opened his arms: "No, you have to believe me, honey. I've had a long day. What's important now isn't anything else, but what we're having for dinner."

"Honey, how about I cook you a nice dinner to make up for it?"

"No problem, but let me make this clear first, I haven't forgiven you yet." Seeing Owen preparing dinner, Tina smiled subconsciously, but a moment later, she snorted and walked towards Ayesha's room.

Seeing this, Irving shrugged, rolled up his sleeves, and went into the kitchen.

After getting to know her over this period of time, he realized that college students from families like Tina's often lead a more austere life than Indian ascetics.

My daily routine is almost identical: go to school, work part-time after school to earn money, buy some cheap ingredients after work, cook dinner, and prepare lunch boxes for the next day.

After dinner, I would continue reviewing my lessons until late at night, and this cycle repeated itself day after day.

During his time with Tina, Owen discovered that most of her lunches consisted of cheap pasta from a convenience store with black pepper meat sauce.

Occasionally, I'll eat some chicken breast with a glass of chilled lemonade.

Irving could no longer stand the monotony of the food after only a few meals.

It can be said that these white people's meals offer no benefit other than filling their stomachs and providing nutrition.

Irving felt that he would rather have a coffee and a few donuts than eat these foods.

So when Irving offered to cook dinner, Tina didn't refuse at all.

Owen went into the kitchen, glanced at the ingredients Tina had bought, and shook his head helplessly.

Most of the ingredients in the United States are different from those in other countries; they are more like pre-cooked meals that only require simple cooking.

For them, a dish is simply made by mixing ingredients and side dishes, adding various sauces, and then putting it in the microwave or oven.

This is also why a simple steamed egg dish has recently become a hit on TikTok.

Most ordinary Americans really haven't cooked much.

Irving glanced at the ingredients in the kitchen, then went downstairs to the supermarket to buy some seasonings.

After carrying large bags and small packages back to Tina's apartment, he went into the kitchen and started cooking.

For Irving, cooking wasn't just for Tina and Ayesha, but also for himself.

The Chinese food in Miami is absolutely awful!

Irving prefers to cook at home rather than eat out.

While Irving was cooking enthusiastically in the kitchen.

"Ding-dong—"

The apartment doorbell suddenly rang.

"Tina, the doorbell is ringing, go check it out!" Owen shouted loudly while he was busy cooking.

"Coming!" Upon hearing the noise, Tina immediately responded and then walked out of Ayesha's house with a smile.

"Oh my God..."

Hearing Tina's familiar voice, Owen thought something had happened, so he quickly turned off the gas stove and hurriedly left the kitchen.