Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Believe it or not, this white man opened his mouth and immediately quoted a price of $9999.

But if there's really nothing wrong with it, this fine Colt M1873 pistol might actually be worth the price.

Irving approached the stall and took a closer look at his hand.

Although this Colt M1873 pistol appears to have an extremely simple structure, with a barrel only slightly longer than that of a modern revolver, it looks extremely pleasing.

With its silver barrel, elegant curves, and simple lines, it looks like a work of art.

Irving couldn't resist reaching out to feel the texture.

But the instant his fingers touched the silver revolver, a "ding" sound suddenly popped into his mind:

"Equipped with the [First Generation Sharpshooter's Sidearm], equip?"

???

Upon unexpectedly discovering that the Colt M1873 in front of him was a special piece of equipment, Irving's eyes immediately lit up.

Wow, luck's on your side, you can't stop it!

Unexpectedly, I found a special piece of equipment in this black market flea market, and it turned out to be a pistol!

Irving took a deep breath, quickly composed himself, and frowned slightly.

The older white man standing to the side assumed Owen was dissatisfied with the Colt M1873 pistol's condition and hurriedly tried to sell it enthusiastically, "Sir, I can tell you really like this Colt M1873 pistol. How about this, if you're really interested in buying it, I can give you a discount, consider it making friends, what do you say?"

"What's the price?" Irving asked.

"$5000, just $5000, you can take it now..."

Before the white man could finish speaking, Irving immediately interrupted him, "What? $5000? Why don't you just rob someone?"

"I admit, this Colt M1873 pistol looks fine on the outside, but look at the texture of the frame, and the brand-new hammer and cylinder. It looks like it's been refurbished, doesn't it? Forget $5000, I think even $3000 would be too much."

Owen shook his head. Seeing the other man's suspicious look, he immediately revealed his identity, "Hey, buddy, don't think I don't know what I'm doing. To tell you the truth, I own a pawn shop, so I know a little about guns."

"A Colt M1873 pistol from over a hundred years ago, if truly well-preserved, would indeed be worth $1. But this one is clearly in much worse condition; look at the flaws on the gun..."

Upon hearing Owen's words, the white man immediately became angry. He reached out to take back the Colt M1873 pistol, muttering angrily, "F**K, so you're an insider? Then don't try to sabotage me! I'd rather just throw it at an auction house than sell it to you for $3000!"

"..." Owen's lips twitched.

Seeing that the white shop owner was clearly not satisfied with the price of $3000, he glanced around the stall casually, and finally his eyes settled on a Hermes belt that looked to be in good condition.

"Here's the deal: this Colt M1873 pistol and this Hermès belt, I'll give you $3100 in total. If you're interested, we can trade right now!"

When the old white man saw Irving pick up another item and add it to the price to bargain, he was stunned. He seemed to have never seen anyone buy things like that before.

He frowned, estimating the value, then nodded after a long pause, before shaking his head. "No way, I can sell you this Hermès belt for $100, but this Colt M1873 pistol... I want $3500!"

After thinking it over for a while, the white man raised his price significantly!

But he was worried that Irving would leave because the offer was too high, so he tentatively added $500.

Clearly, he had just been influenced by that bargaining session.

Realizing that Irving was knowledgeable, the old white male stall owner didn't dare to quote a high price anymore.

Knowing that this Colt M1873 pistol was a special piece of equipment, Owen resisted the urge to haggle further. He feigned hesitation for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement, "Alright! Deal!"

After writing a check for $3600 and handing it to the elderly white male vendor, the vendor thoughtfully gave him a black, opaque shopping bag. The bag was carefully packed and handed to Irving.

"Hey buddy, can you tell me which pawnshop this is? I'll sell you these today, but if I go there to buy or sell things another day, you'll have to give me a discount." The old white male stall owner seemed a little dissatisfied with the price he was paying for the two items and asked.

"No problem, buddy, John's Auction House. Next time you come to buy or sell something, I'll definitely give you an insider discount!" Owen bumped fists with the other man, then walked out of the flea market with his bag, completely satisfied.

Once outside, Owen hailed an Uber and sped straight to John's Pawnshop, fearing the old white man would realize he'd sold the item to him at a low price and come looking for it again.

Although Irving did not intend to sell the Colt M1873 pistol, it is clear that this classic gun model, which has a history of more than 100 years, is worth more than $3600.

I really got a bargain this time!

He rushed to the pawnshop by car, only to find several pickup trucks parked outside.

As soon as Irving got out of the car, he immediately saw several people gathered around the pickup truck, seemingly discussing the price of something, and the noise was quite intense.

When Owen looked closer, he recognized the same group of black men who had sold Maxim machine guns there just yesterday. He immediately went up to them and greeted them with a smile, "Hey, guys! What are you selling today? But wait a minute, I'll go open the door."

"OK, boss, you go ahead with your work, let's discuss this first!" The leading black man stepped forward, bumped shoulders with Irving, shook hands, and politely replied.

Judging from their attitude, they don't seem to be in a hurry to sell what they want.

Irving nodded, refrained from joining the commotion, and turned to open the pawnshop door.

Having just experienced a robbery yesterday, Irving was much more cautious now that he had the experience.

Upon entering the auction house, he immediately donned a thick bulletproof vest, and two Remington M870 shotguns were placed within easy reach of the counter.

Despite these deterrents, Irving still felt somewhat uncertain.

After much thought, he decided to post a job advertisement online to hire one or two employees to help manage the pawn shop, so that at least he would have someone to help him if anything happened.

Owen had just finished tidying up the counter when he heard the doorbell ring.

Seeing several young men carrying large bags and bundles walk in, Owen immediately greeted them, "Hey, Bro, welcome! What are you selling this time?"

The young men exchanged glances, nodded, and then, in pairs, carried four or five packages onto the counter.

When Owen unzipped the package, he was stunned to see it filled with all sorts of firearms.