Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

"Irving, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable!"

Seeing the burly men frozen in place, their expressions conflicted, Marissa looked at Owen with surprise: "Could it be that besides being an actor, you also worked at a pawnshop before?"

"Of course not," Irving said, suppressing a laugh.

"Then how do you know that a Maxim machine gun is worth $9000 now?" Marissa asked, her face full of doubt.

"Cut the price in half; I've seen pawnshop shows online do that," Irving said truthfully.

"..." Marissa was speechless.

However, Irving didn't seem to care at all.

Even though he had no experience working in a pawnshop, he had at least seen how things work.

He had seen many documentaries about pawnshops online.

Generally speaking, people who bring items to a pawn shop are usually experiencing some difficulties in their lives.

In this environment, people will naturally know the actual value of what they want to pawn in advance.

Don't be fooled by the seemingly unprofessional "half-price" strategy.

In reality, this is a tried-and-true tactic used by pawnshops.

As Marissa opened the door, Owen entered the pawnshop.

Contrary to his expectations, the interior of John's Pawnshop was quite spacious.

Besides the U-shaped counter that catches the eye, there are also four or five large shelves inside the store, filled with all sorts of items.

Owen opened the cabinet door and walked into the shop. After wandering around for a while, he discovered that in addition to all the counters and shelves in the pawn shop, there were also three particularly large warehouses and two small bedrooms.

Judging from the numerous security cameras all around and the firearms and ammunition in each room, the John Pawnshop that he was about to take over was well-equipped.

Just as Irving was about to examine the items on the shelf to see if there was any special equipment among them.

"Ring ring—"

The doorbell suddenly rang at the shop entrance.

Irving looked up and realized that the burly men had walked in again.

"Hey buddy, can I have a little more?" A burly black man hesitated for a moment before looking at Irving and asking.

"We searched online but couldn't find many pawn shops that would buy these machine guns. That's why I contacted you beforehand and went to great lengths to bring these four machine guns here. How about we raise the price a little?"

Seeing that the men genuinely wanted to sell and seemed to be short of money, Owen pondered for a moment before shaking his head again. "Sorry, buddy, to be honest, if your four machine guns were in good condition, I could give you a little extra."

"But you can see for yourselves that the gears and structures inside three of these four machine guns are rusted and can no longer be used. They can only be used as decorations."

"You can think about it yourselves. There's no use for me if I have a machine gun that can't fire. After refurbishing it, it will most likely just sit in my hands and become a dud. It's very risky."

Irving patiently explained.

Seeing that the price couldn't be raised any higher, the burly black men looked helpless and turned to leave.

Seeing this, Irving spoke up to remind him, "Buddy, let's get this straight, $9000 is just the current price. If you leave here and come back another day, I might not be able to offer you $9000."

"???"

Upon hearing Irving's words, the several burly black men immediately lost their composure and turned red with rage.

"You just told us to check prices at other pawnshops!"

"I did say that, but I didn't say it would be the same price if you came back again," Irving said, spreading his hands with an indifferent expression.

"Markets are always fluctuating. Even gold prices change every day. A machine gun for $9000—are you going to sell it or not?"

"I'm not selling! You swindler!"

"I think we should just sell it..."

"I've also decided it's better to sell, Carey."

"..."

Faced with the pressure exerted by Irving, the group of burly men immediately fell into a disagreement.

Marissa, standing to the side, watched the scene with great interest.

Although she didn't know why Owen kept putting pressure on the other party, Marissa couldn't help but laugh when she saw the burly men who had previously made things difficult for her now in complete chaos.

After laughing, Marissa calmed down, then suddenly remembered something and looked at Owen: "Owen, what if they decide to sell? Wouldn't you lose money?"

"Don't worry, you won't lose a single penny."

Owen took out a tablet from behind the counter, opened a website that specializes in selling various antiques and collectibles, and after a quick search, the price of Maxim machine guns popped up instantly.

Marissa's eyes widened when she saw that even a wrecked Maxim machine gun was priced at a whopping $15,000.

"WTF? It's that valuable?!" Marissa exclaimed in disbelief. "Why didn't John just accept these things earlier?"

Irving shrugged and guessed, "Maybe he just doesn't want you to earn that money..."

"F**K!!"

Marissa was grumbling and cursing.

Just as Owen and Marissa were talking.

The group of burly black men also came to a conclusion.

The leader, a burly Black man, slowly walked to the counter, his face contorted with anger, and said, "If we weren't in dire need of money, we wouldn't be selling these four Maxim machine guns! $9000 it is, but we want cash!!"

"no problem!"

Irving immediately agreed, then rummaged around on the counter, wrote a receipt, and handed it to several burly black men.

But just as he was about to pay, Irving realized that he didn't seem to have that much cash on him.

Although he had more than $2 on him before, he spent some of it on buying a motorhome, and then lent some to Ayesha to pay off her loan, which cost him even more.

He now has a total of $14230.25 left.

Clearly, this amount of money is not even enough to buy those four Maxim machine guns, let alone half of their price.

Seeing Irving hesitate, Marissa, who was standing to the side, immediately lit up, thinking that this was a money-making opportunity.

Without saying a word, she took out her wallet, did a quick calculation, wrote a personal check for $36,000, and handed it to the burly black man in front of her.

Seeing Owen looking at her, Marissa coughed twice and forced herself to come up with an excuse, "We haven't officially signed the agreement to hand over the pawnshop yet. To be precise, this deal belongs to me."

Here's what we'll do: to make up for it, the pawnshop has over $1 in cash in its safe deposit box, consider it a share of the profits from this deal.

What do you think?

Just as Irving was about to retort, he suddenly caught a glimpse of an object faintly shimmering on a shelf not far away.

Owen paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something. "I can give you this deal, but in exchange, you can't take anything else from the shelves or the warehouse except for those four Maxim machine guns."

"Deal!" Marissa said cheerfully.