Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

After watching Tina leave, Owen stood in front of the office door, waiting patiently.

In his mind, getting Professor Smith's contact information would be an incredibly simple matter.

The only truly difficult part was meeting Professor Smith in person.

If he could speak with Professor Smith, he could easily achieve his goal using the skill "Dignity of the Superior".

"Maybe I can find a job as a pharmaceutical sales representative in the future?" Irving secretly pondered.

However, to find a job, you first need a Social Security number, then a fixed mailing address, and of course, medical and insurance coverage is also essential...

Thinking of this, Owen felt troubled and couldn't help but admire the ingenuity of the American capitalist system.

Under this system, illegal immigrants like him are mostly exploited by capitalism, and the chances of turning their lives around or transcending social classes are extremely slim.

As Irving was reflecting on this, a short, middle-aged man wearing a white lab coat and round-framed glasses slowly walked over from a distance. His eyes revealed a shrewdness.

He seemed to have encountered something upsetting, muttering complaints into the phone, "Fuck, are your brains made of dog shit?"

"All you're asking you to do is find a few corpses! Miami has so many neighborhoods with countless homeless people, rotting and stinking on the streets! You can just grab a few in the dark!"

"Hey, stop complaining to me. I don't care what methods you use, solving the problem is the most important thing, okay? Buddy, I'm warning you one last time, you know what the consequences will be if this fails!"

The middle-aged man slammed down the phone, his face still full of anger.

As one of the world's top ophthalmologists, Dawn Smith is highly sought after by many top medical schools and private medical institutions around the world.

The reason for choosing the University of Miami is that it has one of the top eye hospitals in the United States—the Bathcom Palmer Eye Institute.

However, after arriving here, he realized that in order to gain a foothold in the research institute and obtain sufficient resources, first of all, you need to demonstrate sufficient strength.

Therefore, he urgently needs fresh corpses to verify one of his previous studies on the retina.

However, to his surprise, unlike in New York, the gang leaders in Miami were incredibly stupid; they couldn't even get their hands on a few fresh bodies of homeless people.

"It seems it's time to find other partners..." Smith thought to himself.

Just then, Irving walked straight over and waved hello.

"Hi, Professor Smith, you seem to be in some trouble. Do you need any help?"

Smith looked up, paused slightly at the unfamiliar face before him, and said, "Excuse me, you are...?"

"Oh, let me introduce myself. My name is Owen, and I'm a freshman at the University of Miami. I have a friend who admires you..."

"Sorry, I have an urgent matter to attend to right now and I'm not interested in meeting any new friends. Excuse me, could you please move aside?" Professor Smith interrupted Owen before he could finish speaking.

Smith was instantly on high alert when he saw the ragged young man who suddenly appeared outside his office door, looking like a homeless person.

Seeing the other party's cold expression and decisive refusal, Owen shrugged helplessly and then activated the skill [Majesty of the Superior].

"No problem, Professor Smith, I can visit you another day, but... could you please leave me your contact information?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Irving heard a familiar notification sound in his mind.

"Ding—Proficiency +1"

[The Authority of a Leader (Proficiency 4/1000)]

Just as Irving took out his phone, ready to write down the other party's contact information.

Unexpectedly, the other person gave him a questioning look, then stepped to the front of the office, looking very defensive: "Sorry, as I said, I have things to take care of and I don't have any plans to meet any new friends in the near future."

Irving paused for a moment, about to continue speaking.

Unexpectedly, two white security guards walked over from the end of the corridor.

"Hey, Professor Smith, what's going on? Do you need any help?" Sensing something was wrong, the two security guards waved and greeted him.

"Thank goodness, you two arrived just in time." Seeing the security guards appear, Professor Smith breathed a sigh of relief, then pointed at Irving:

"There's a student blocking my office door, harassing me, constantly asking for my contact information..."

The two security guards looked over when they heard the noise and saw that Irving was filthy and disheveled, with hair that looked like it hadn't been washed for days. He didn't look like a college student, but rather like a homeless person. They immediately walked over.

Realizing something was wrong, Irving's expression changed, and he turned and ran.

He never expected that Professor Smith would be so wary.

She simply asked him for his contact information, and he called for security to drive her away.

"Hey, stop!"

"Stand there and don't move!"

When the two white security guards saw Irving turn and run away, they quickly gave chase.

After half an hour.

Irving hid in a clump of grass, panting heavily as he cautiously looked around.

Irving breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the two white security guards hadn't caught up with him.

He never expected that the seemingly relaxed Miami campus would actually have security guards patrolling everywhere!

No wonder James gave him a whopping $500 for Professor Smith's contact information.

Asking Professor Smith for his contact information in person won't work; it seems I'll have to find another way to get the $500.

Seeing that no one was around, Irving quietly emerged from the bushes, dusted himself off, and prepared to leave the University of Miami first before making any further plans.

Just then, his phone suddenly rang. Owen picked it up and glanced at it, and was immediately taken aback when he saw it was Tina's number.

Yes! Isn't Tina a medical student?

She seemed to have mentioned contacting Professor Smith before, so it seems that I can get Professor Smith's contact information through Tina.

Thinking of this, Owen quickly answered the phone: "Hi, Tina, hello!"

"Hey, hello, Owen." Seemingly surprised by Owen's enthusiasm, Tina paused for a moment, then stammered:

"Um... Owen, my afternoon class was canceled, so I have some time now. If it's convenient for you, could we meet up?"

"Of course!" Irving couldn't have been happier and readily agreed.

"Alright, let's meet at the bookstore at the intersection of Second Avenue and 46th Street in Coral Court at 2 PM!"

After saying that, Tina hung up the phone, her voice sounding somewhat excited.

"It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it come to you effortlessly..." Owen said in Chinese.

Recalling Tina's slightly excited tone, Owen turned off his phone screen, looked at his own face, and couldn't help but sigh.

Sure enough, even in America, being handsome still has its advantages.